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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

Her short life thus far had been characterized by illness, bitter herbs and tenuous trips outside the den that ended up only lasting for a half-hour at best. Aine clung to her brother, the love for her adoptive family strained by the fact that she knew wholeheartedly that she didn't belong here. He was the last piece of their shared history, the only connection to the family that she knew must be waiting for them somewhere. She felt close to them only in dreams, where fae folk and the old gods of a faraway land whispered into her ear in a language that she could not understand. The girl was grateful to have a warm den, food, and a family who loved her as if she was their own. But she could not help feeling lost.

She shifted her position in the den, empty of her siblings, who had begun to explore further and further from the mountainside refuge. Haven was here, her... mother, she supposed, although the word held little meaning beyond warmth and comfort. Aine struggled with the idea of 'love,' regretfully she felt as though it was something she simply could not give. Her body was too weak, her mind too confused and yet no one seemed to hold it against her. They lifted her when she stumbled, shifted their bodies in the dark to allow her passage outside when the contents of her stomach inevitably needed to empty themselves, yet cleaned her dark fur when she returned. The girl was not theirs, but they had made her theirs, and still she could not accept it. Her connection to the world was loose when her dreams showed her such great things, and she could feel a comfortable warmth... not a warmth that remained unfamiliar no matter how hard she tried.

Aine shivered slightly, pushing herself to her feet and toddling a few steps before laying down again in the sunlight that trickled through the opening of the den. She was alone, supposedly sleeping, and though she desired to sleep it simply would not come to her. Her light eyes fluttered closed and she sighed, trying to imagine the sunlight on her face as the warmth that she felt in her dreams. If she really tried, she could almost hear the whispers, the brush of soft grass against her fur in the clearing where the fae folk danced.

A noise outside shocked her back to reality. Her stunted tail tucked between her legs, wide eyes peering out to try and see what had caused... whatever that was. After the rockslide she was wary of anything loud, even thunder caused her to cower in the very back of the den until the storm passed. Aine whined softly, once again getting to her feet and walking on unsteady legs towards the den's entrance. Her small head peaked through the opening, ears laying flat against her head. "W-what was that?" Her voice was quiet and small, unless someone happened to be near it was unlikely they would hear her.

AINE
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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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