Sound The Drums of War

Winter in the mountains was never for the faint of heart, nor the shallow of skin. It embraced the stones early and held it close in its lovingly cold embrace. Some wolves thrived in it, some wolves died in it. Some wolves merely let the cold wrap them in its blanket and enjoyed the feel of it against their body.

Baird rested easily atop a fair sized rock, the gently falling snow dusting and slowly starting to cover him. He seemed at peace with the world around him, dark ears occasionally turning to catch a noise here and there. Otherwise the young boy seemed perfectly content to listen to the quiet sounds of the falling snow.

Paws stretched out before him, followed by the rest of of his body as he shifted on his perch. He had taken a moment off from the creation of his den to rest and enjoy the world around him in a moment of meditation. This was his home, and this was his space, and he was going to enjoy and connect with it in the moments he could. It was not until a calm song drifted through the air that the boy�s burnt eyes opened with interest. Curious, he leapt off his stone and landed in the accumulated snow with a soft crunch. Attentive as always to his surroundings and the borders of the packland he loped off to meet the singer and greet the stranger.

The lyrics of the song called for Nymeria, a princess to the throne. The name on the wanderer�s lips put the perspective guard at ease, but still protective. The subtle notes of the calls held a harmony of mystery and the unknown. It called to strangers, wanderers, and gypsies. All laws onto themselves. He would not deny them welcome, but it was unwise to assume the innocence of everyone. At last the dark coated boy came upon the calling wanderer. His approach was easy, and friendly. After all, he was technically a guard yet, nor was he in any position to oppose her. She came with the word of �friend� on her lips, and so he greeted her as acquaintance.Hello. His voice was light, and smooth, slowly starting to deepen to that of the man he was growing to become. But now he was a youth with the poise of one older than he. Welcome to Spirane. Sitting in the snow he studied her unblinkingly while they waited for the others of the pack and of the call to answer the summons.

two years : no love : no imprint : apprentice of spirane

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**Any position may be challenged for at any time. Please privately contact Nymeria and she will decide the type and style of challenge appropriate to the rank.

Abhorsen - The Wielder: Alpha female and Queen of Spirane. Her word is final in all matters. Vows to protect and lead those who call the mountain home.

Her Council
Belgaer - The Thinker: Second in Command, this wolf is the Abhorsen's most trusted compatriot and confidant. In the Abhorsen's absence, they are able to speak with her authority.
Saraneth - The Binder: Chosen mate of the Abhorsen. They can settle pack disputes, accept members, assign tasks, and leads the pack during hunts, in times of war, or in cases where the Abhorsen is not present.
Scion - The Successor: The Abhorsen's heir, training to one day fill her paw prints. This wolf must become adept in multiple trades. This wolf is expected to become proficient in healing, fighting, hunting, diplomacy, and thievery. They are expected to lend assistance to any of the other ranks if ever needed.

The Bells
Dyrim - The Speaker: Lead diplomat and is often times sent out to maintain good relations with allied packs. Charged with educating the Ambassadors in diplomatic ways.
Astarael - The Weeper: The commander and lead warrior of the pack. Charged with teaching the Berserkers the art of battle.
Clayr - The Seer: Charged with the pack's health, and in teaching the Shiners and those who wish to pursue the art of healing.
Kibeth - The Walker: The leader of the Guard. They are the foremost line of defense, charged with securing the borders and bringing pertinent information from within and without the pack to the appropriate wolf. They also lead the Outriders.
Ranna - The Sleeper: Assists the queen in guarding from theft as well as advising her of news and gossip from the whole of Moladion. Charged with teaching the Mages about theft, secret keeping, and overall sneakiness. Allowed to make and block steals.
Mosrael - The Waker: Caretaker and storyteller of the pack, also the head pupsitter. Often times this wolf will look after the pack's youth and educate them of Spirane and Moladion's history. Leads the Remembrancers in pup watching.
Charter - The Power: The master hunter of the pack. Leads and organizes all hunts and teaches the Falconers the art of the hunt.

The Classes
Berserkers: Warriors and hunters of the pack.
Falconers: The pack hunters
Mages: Thieves and secret keepers of the pack. Allowed to make and block steals.
Ambassadors: Diplomats of the pack.
Shiners: Healers of the pack.
Outriders: The pack scouts who bring all news of happenings across Moladion back.
Remembrancers: Wolves of a kind nature who look after the younger wolves of the pack. These wolves may wish to learn more about healing, but this is not a requirement.
Bairns: The young pups of the pack
Amateurs: Youth of the pack still finding their place

Kinfolk: The general populance of the pack
Elders: Respected retirees who still offer wisdom and insight

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