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AbhorsenThe Wielder

Nymeria

DyrimThe Speaker

None

BelgaerThe Thinker

Kalseru

SaranethThe Binder

Vortigern

AstaraelThe Weeper

None

ClayrThe Seer

Moonfeather

KibethThe Walker

None

ScionIn Waiting

None

MosraelThe Waker

Yuki

CharterThe Power

None

RannaThe Sleeper

None

AmbassadorsDiplomats

Viserion, Myrcella

ShinersHealers

Eldrax

FalconersHunters

Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya

BerserkersWarriors

Drogon, Icarus

OutridersScouts

Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael

MagesThieves & Spys

Bastille, Samus

RemembrancersCaretakers & Historians

Dandelion, Semele

EldersHonored Retirees

Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion

KinfolkThe Pack

M�l�e, Ashitaka
Emer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta

BairnsPuppies

None

AmateursIn Training

Vhagar

NehimaAllies

Diveen

YraelGuests

None

OrannisEnemies

None

The TombsOur Fallen Family

MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq

News 08.08.2021 Change was long overdue in Spirane. Now that I have learned who is still an active presence within the pack, the ranks have been updated. As I once took time away from the pack, so too now shall Kalseru. Know that she is still second in command of the pack, as is reflected in her rank. Once you are familiar with the new ranking system, if you would like to change positions or move up in the ranks you need only ask. Let this be a time of new life in Spirane, and a promise of great things to come!

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria

❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away

The children and their mother were out and it was a rare alone-time spent sleeping in for the once-king and now-mate. He much preferred this new title over the old, so much more warmth to be had within its bonds. He was especially calmed that day until Cato came upon him with a bouncing pounce and fwap-fwap of paws to his face. His huge maw opens the size of his second son�s head and, with a squeal, he is relieved of the boy�s weight to his face.

When he rolls to his belly and sees that it is Cato alone who is with him, he is instantly to his feet - even before Cato begs his father to take him up the mountain where Nene and Nuss went. The little duo always did take parental orders for granted, so he sighed, and off they went, him nosing Cato along when the world proved bigger than the boy could handle on his own yet.

That is when he saw it, saw the spots of white and black on the mountainside - he has flashes, flashes of dangerous games played when hunting a goat and the creature caused an avalanche with the dangerous gravel and loose stones beneath the white cover. He screams, watching his youngest topple the only stabilizing element.

The world slows, his son shamefully an afterthought, and he slams into high gear-- straight over territory borders. Cato is lucky, lucky to have been able to traverse the landscape, but not lucky enough to avoid the sight of his mostly-crushed mother with his father�s face buried into the meat of her neck and breast. It would be a sight he might never forget, the utter loss and devastation so thick in his father�s face that it almost had a scent of its own.

Roman listens, groans and whimpers mixing as she tries to speak, as she tells him not to bother with a healer -- and he knows that part of it is to avoid the danger of being caught on Spirane territory just as well as the nearness of her end.

He repeats his love of her over and over, huddling over her body as if he would take the rocks that had fallen well past her already� wishing perhaps that more might come and end him with her�

Until she speaks to their son--- it hits him what she had said, at last. His eyes cast devastatedly across the line of the ledge they had reportedly disappeared over. Another curse, knowing this land as he does. He knows the ledge is a sheer drop, he knows that there could not be hope--- and he would find blood later, sealing his belief, when he scoured the mounds of rocks at the base and gazed upwards towards the outcroppings that were now full of captured rubble.

Then, she says her last and she is scrambling beneath him and he huddles nearer to her, holds onto her with his whole being until she is still and he is left bereft and almost without breath himself-- as if hers leaving had stolen his with it.

Cato whimpers, looking terribly lost, utterly destroyed, and it is only then that Roman moves. �I am sorry, my son.� His only son. �We must go, but we will not leave her if you think you can walk...� The boy, shaken, but chilling in shock, nods. He follows his own pawprints, those of his mother, those of his sister and brother, backwards down the slope-- sometimes looking back to see if following them in reverse had somehow rewound time for him.

Each time, it was not so.

Roman, in the meanwhile, took a hold of his mate, limp though she was, and brought her home to where she would forever lay. In their den, buried beneath the collapsed roof of soil and stone and wood. It was not an easy journey, he was exhausted by the time he had felled their one-time home� but he and his son slept beside her after a mournful song had turn both their voices to harsh hissing things in their despair and long-winded verse.

They would be found, now and then, to walk the borders of Spirane thereafter, especially Cato. They would hope and renew their broken hearts each time. They would lay wildflowers and pretty stones they thought the lost children would enjoy along the border there. They would cry to the moon long after the deaths were mourned by others, long after their working on Morrigan�s grave turned into tending instead.

Rome dreams of better days, Cato prays for them to come at all.

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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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