Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Winter had fallen over the lands of Moladion. It was the girl's second winter and she remembered playing alongside the banks of this very river with her cousin. Samus smiled at the memory, her tail wagging as she walked along the river, snow crunching quietly underneath her dark paws. Much had changed since that last winter, some things for the worse, some for the better. She had seen the fall of two leaders, one of which was family and one she cared for and respected deeply. Some days she wished that Daenerys would take back what was hers and repopulate the mountain once again- things seemed too quiet nowadays. But in another vein Tithe had given her a position within the pack, a very prestigious position, and Samus couldn't be more excited to fill that role.

Sometimes Samus wondered if she was ready to grow up- almost two and yet she did not feel any older. No, her body had changed, but her mind had not, she was still full of bounding, youthful energy that cascaded through her body and made her who she was. Perhaps that was why Tithe had picked her to fill that special place in the pack. Maybe he saw within her the mind unclouded by jadedness or hatred, with room only for love, laughter, and play.

Today she had taken an excursion out of the packlands, not very far, but far enough to warrant a sense of adventure. She was wandering a bit too close to Iromar for comfort, now that Daenerys had fallen Samus knew that Spirane did not have any allies. It was a sad thought, truly, to see a pack dwindle in size and recognition, especially the pack that she called home. But yet she thought that perhaps she could make it great again with the position that she had now, with the influence that she would have. Perhaps she could help Tithe make Spirane great again- she surely wanted to. To bring back members of the pack that had left. She thought briefly about visiting Diveen to see her family, but she wondered if they resented her mother for staying.

But Spirane was her home, and it always would be. Samus paused, her head lifted towards the crisp winter breeze, and grinned. Today was the day for adventure- and hopefully someone would join her.

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