↞ { Scorch } ↠
Female • 4 Years Old • Noctis Scout
Location: Noctis Camp | Mentions: Luka (Directly) / Ace, Sarge (Indirectly)

"I joined before the journey," Scorch replied, stripping moss from bark gingerly and leaving a pile of green beside her. "Ace's father was alpha then." Mentioning Sarge evoked memories of the dark-furred male. She hadn't known him for long. His death was not mourned nor was he missed by her, though she had participated in the pack's traditions honoring him, and she admired his courage and determination while he lived. "Sargent died a good death, defending his pack." After collecting a decent amount her yellow gaze turned to Luka, examining him with an impassive stare. "What do you think of Ace? Do you believe he will be a good leader?" She inquired.

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↞ { Tarkik } ↠
Masc NB • 2 Years Old • Lumen Healer
Location: Lumen Territory Border | Mentions: Soul (Directly) / Romulus, Remus (Indirectly)

Tarkik nearly leaped out of his fur as a voice sounded behind him, turning to stare wide-eyed as Soul settled beside him. The snow colored male had kind words to offer and Tarkik relaxed, tense muscles uncoiling and raised hackles flattening. "I know...If I left now I'd prove Romulus right. A good healer doesn't abandon his patients. I just..." His ears folded back against his skull.

"Do you think he meant what he said? Would he replace me? Would he come for my throat? Are they just words?" Tarkik couldn't help the anxiety he could feel welling in his chest. He was still so new to Lumen. Despite making a decent portion of the journey here with these wolves, having joined them along the way, he still didn't have a good gauge of everyone's demeanors.

"Do you think I should apologize? I know I shouldn't have challenged him in front of the whole pack, but oh, I do hate how he treats Remus! It reminds me...it reminds me of how my old pack treated me."

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↞ { Ciaran } ↠
Male • 3 Years Old • Loner
Location: Lumen Territory Burrows | Mentions: Romulus, Remus, Besart, Faith, Dawn (Indirectly)

"How many of these bloody bastards are there?" Ciaran hissed for what must have been the hundredth time in the past week, pausing with dismay along another freshly planted borderline. The mottled male paced to and fro in agitation. He'd lived in this forest for the past month or so unattested and now, all the sudden, there was a frankly terrifying influx of new wolves hogging up all the best hunting grounds! The wiry male had been on his way to his favorite rabbit warren only to find it now lay in the territory of a pack.

He lingered for a moment longer, debating his options. Did he even have any? Onstinance saw him eventually step over the borderline, creeping through the underbrush with eyes and nose peeled for strangers. 'I'll be damned if they keep me out! I was here first!' There was an acknowledgment somewhere in his mind. That this mindset, this behavior, would likely ultimately get him throttled if not killed. He couldn't bring himself to care. A puddle of mud caught his eye the further in he ventured and Ciaran paused to roll in it, clotting his dark for with scent hiding muck before continuing forward.

The sound of voices ahead of him stopped him in his tracks, body instinctively lowering. He drew in a breath, detecting five distinct smells. Two females, and more recently, three males. He dared venture nearer, keeping to the taller grass to shield himself from view and only stopping once he had a decent position from which to spy on the hunters as they gathered around the warren. As the largest of the three suggested they collapse the burrows he nearly gave himself away, the temptation to shout out what an idiotic plan that was burning to be released. Thankfully, it seemed one among the trio had a brain, the pale wolf suggesting a less destructive alternative. Perhaps if they didn't cause too much damage there would still be something left for him once they departed.