aurora borealis- noun plural: An aurora that occurs in northern regions of the earth. Also called northern lights.

In the middle of a dense forest of coniferous trees lies the Aurora Borealis pack, its name coming from its location. At certain times of the year, the northern lights appear, dancing almost magically in the sky. A narrow trail leads you through the close evergreens. Giving into temptation, you begin moving your paws. By venturing into this territory, you are venturing into a land belonging to a pair of feared leaders. You have heard rumors of them...but you decide to take your chances and hope that the tales of blood and death are merely fabricated stories to scare wolves.

You have walked nearly five minutes before you realize the sound of paws stepping somewhere from behind. Deciding that you've made a mistake, you quickly turn around, but find that you cannot go any further. Standing before you is one of the mighty kings you've heard of. His blood red pelt clings over perfectly toned bands of muscle. But that isn't what causes such fear in your veins. One of his amber eyes has a horrid, bleeding scar across it, and his good eye seems to stare right through you. His face is expressionless, giving off none of his intentions. You cower away as his jaws part.

"I'm Hell Demon."

His voice was deep and cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. Right where he left off, another voice picks up from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself facing another male with steely muscles beneath his pelt, which seems to consist of every shade of brown. He had startled you, and you're amazed how you hadn't at all detected his approach.

"And I am Ghost...we're the alphas of Aurora Borealis."

His deep voice was laced thickly with a Native American accent. His own golden eyes are directing a harsh glare your way. Now you're caught in the middle...your breathing has become heavy in your panic and you're not sure which to face.

"You've foolishly trespassed into our territory. You face the one called Hell Demon's whose voice is once more addressing you. Get out, or become a corpse along our border."

It's obvious they mean business. So now it's up to you...take your chances and stay, or heed their warning and waste no time getting out with your life.

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The elder of the sisters had had to rouse the younger when Hellene arrived, and the timberess waited patiently and quietly, taking the time to greet Joker. Kalgalath had awarded him with his first rank, and already Joker had started to become more active in the pack, as seen by his presence here, greeting strangers at the border. Hellene smiled at him, attempting to be nice. She was not the most social of wolves, usually harsh quick to anger. But Joker had done nothing to light her short fuse, and she had no desire to scare the youngens. That was the one thing that caused Hellene to ever be soft - the young. She had never borne pups of her own, but she had adopted two - both of which were grown.

When finally the pup was roused, she asked for permission to palpate the pup's leg. She had agreed, and had voraciously eaten the squirrel and Hellene had waited a few minutes, wanting the poppy to have time to take effect. It would dull the pain she was feeling, making it easier for Hellene to palpate it, and also slightly sedate the pup so that she would be calm. "So what is your name little one? What happened to your limb?" Her vocals were soft and quiet, spoken through a sweet smile. After she responded, the pup quickly fell asleep, and Hellene used that to her advantage, starting to palpate the limb. She did not feel any crepitus - bones moving against one another - that would signal a broken limb, and it had the proper range of motion so likely nothing was torn or ripped completely. While it would be painful to heal, it would heal completely and heal well.

Hellene trotted into the woods for a moment, knowing the pup would be safe within the boundaries of Aurora Borealis, and found the herbs she needed - some to ward off infection, some to stimulate healing, and brought the back with her in order to mix them up with the moss she had brought with her. The herbs were bitter in her mouth and mixed together into a thick paste which she painted on the pup's limb. Her tongue pushed it against the skin and slowly spread it around until it completely covered the wound and the surrounding tissues. Normally the poulticed that Hellene made smelled awful, but she had also grabbed some lavender and mixed it in - it couldn't hurt, and would help hide the stench and would release calming scents.

Finished, at least for the moment, Hellene sat by the pup protectively, and waited for her sister and for Joker to return. The last question she would have would be for the older sister - where were they staying? Hellene would want to ensure that they had a good clean den to rest in, and needed to know where to go so that she could check up on the healing progress and change the bandage as necessary.

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||Hellene|| ||I hold my own heart|| ||Aurora Borealis–Delta || ||Adult|| || Mother to Khaleesi, Destan ||



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