Come By Thread

[Kaziph]

S A R V A R N I

Sarvarni had hardly finished speaking when he noticed, out of the corner of his eye and edge of his scent glands, a white female was approaching. He turned his head to look upon her fully, brown eyes casting over her form and receiving information quickly. She was the alpha female, by her stance, and pregnant, by her scent. He lowered himself immediately, not to the point where he was completely, utterly omega in position, but definitely enough to let her know that he and his bulk weren't a threat.

The large wolf's tassel crept lower, and as she approached, Varni slid his eyes from her own down toward the ground. Challenge was challenge, and he didn't want that. Then she was speaking, and he found himself looking up again to remain in the conversation, civilly. Greetings Larka, formalities first, I am dubbed Sarvarni. I came to this island, to the edge of your forest, seeking something which I think I may have found. A home. That much was true. There was no lie in his statement, only open honesty; his warm hued orbs betrayed none of his secret, besides their familiarity.

[Amanda]

Larka smiled warmly, genuinely pleased at his proper submission and his words.

Sarvarni. What an interesting name. I have no reason to refuse you. Welcome to my home, the Ravilin Forest Clan.

She closed the gap between them and brushed her thick silvery white fur against him roughly, infusing his coat with the banner that said lovingly I am a Ravilin wolf. Larka's piercing golden orbs flicked to his chocolate ones once more before they looked back at the forest.

Lets go meet the others, shall we? Perhaps a hunt is in order before I am forced into my den.

She flashed both Zena and Sarvarni a brilliant smile before she started a steady lope back towards the interior of her packland.

[Kaziph]

S A R V A R N I

The powerful brute stood up after Larka had rubbed her own personal scent on him, and he edged close to Zena to do the same with her. He looked again to the white alpha female, and this time he really looked. She was, indeed, a pretty creature, perhaps his own age or close to it. Her features were dainty yet strong, making a handsome mixture. He wondered, then, thinking on Carrick, what had happened between them to make the relationship so very sour.

Then the instant was over, and Varni smiled at both females, sweetly. My thanks, Larka. You will not find me wanting. He glanced to Zena, saying, She's friendly. His eyes showed his curiosity. Was the alpha turned against Carrick for a reason? Something that stemmed, perhaps, from a moment that occurred before that Zena didn't know? He didn't know, but he intended to find out.

A hunt sounds wonderful. It has been too long since I have brought down a larger kill. He stood beside Zena, though, waiting on the fem. He would follow his new leader, but he preferred to follow said leader with a friend in tow.

[Saosin]

Atka

A T K A

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The large pallid brute had taken his time wandering the area surrounding his and Larka’s new den site. He wished to know every nook and cranny, every hiding shadow, every labored tree threatening to cripple in the coming season. In this way he believed he could better protect his family, and better maneuver the landscape that was to be his home. Vigilantly he marked alongside his mate, helping to strengthen their ties with this land, and continued to do so along the borders as he traversed them, further instilling their hold on this terrain. There was buoyancy in his step, a swagger in his stride that spoke of self confidence, but not over confidence. His ears swiveled at each faltering sound, each echoing reverberation. And when he had become fulfilled with his small crusade, he headed directly in the direction that he had seen the youthful image of his beautiful mate disappear to, her swelling abdomen only slightly enlarged yet visibly so. The scents of the wolves he knew he would soon encounter engulfed his scenes, flourishing within his nasal cavities. Two of the flavors that wafted upon the wind were familiar. The aroma of Larka and Zena were well defined, but the third was unusual, and though it peaked a very brief familiarity in his mind, the thought was gone as soon as it had arrived leaving curiosity in its wake. No sounding calls of impending threat or anguish had echoes across the landscape, so he was comforted in the reality that the loner was likely friendly in nature. He also realized that the scents seemed to be moving, and quickly his liquid stride turned into a lope, nose upheld to the wind as he ran. When at last he spied them through the varied thicket he slowed, approaching at a brisk walk. His lush plumage showed the elevation of his rank as did his posture, but his eyes spoke of the kindness he always hoped to find in others. He cooed softly to his mate before directing his gaze to Zena and the foreign wolf.

“Greetings Zena, it is good to see you once more, and no longer lame of step. And who is our guest come from lands afar?”




Place a name upon the night, one to set your heart alight
and to make the darkness bright
Paint the sky with stars

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[Tay]

Zena's golden orbs sparkled in amusement at Sarvarni. I never said she was cruel. Larka is nice, but not to Carrick. She felt her paw tinge at the idea of a hunt, but did not say anything. She would not live her life in fear of large prey or pack hunt. She waved her banner once and returned Larka's smile.

When Atka arrived, she felt herself surprised at his easy nature. They'd not talked much, if at all, and their first meeting hadn't been the best impression by a long shot. She smiled at the white brute, finding it funny that so many of the Ravilin were white wolves.

This is Sarvarni, he and I got caught up in our conversations and I forgot where I was I suppose. We've found we have a few things in common. She looked to Varni and nudged him with smirk playing across her face. Like the North...and his Father. She thought to herself. It made her almost giddy to think of running through the forest with Carrick's son. She stood beside a key element of his past, and maybe his future.

Perhaps in her mind she assumed that somehow Varni's appearance would make Carrick reappear. She truly felt that he was just around the corner. If he did not show, of course, this feeling would evaporate and she'd once more find herself scouring the Ravilin, searching for his scent, for any trace. Her luck would probably lead her to Carrick's daughter before it would lead her to him.

[Kaziph]

S A R V A R N I

Sarvarni had started after Larka, Zena at his side, and only paused when he heard a large beast coming through the brush towards them. The wind was against him, so he didn't place the scent until the white wolf stepped up close to their party. He must be Larka's mate. Their scents are intertwined now, the alphas. The big wolf lowered his head submissively, his eyes shining with sincerity.

Zena introduced him, and he looked to her while she explained what they had been doing waiting at the borders for so long. He smiled, thinking he understood the brightness of the fem's expression, and looked back to Atka. As she said, my name is Sarvarni. He wavered his tassel, and then his paced picked up again, following after Larka.