Erani

Erani stretched out on her side, watching her children play. They had gained their senses, and much more recently, gained their first hints of mobility. She smiled at the yips and giggles of her offspring. The wide area under the ravine walls was perfect for them to play; there was room to tumble, but she could keep an eye on them. She watched Surreal and Arella tumbling and rolling with each other, Surreal?s playful growl pearling through the air. She sat up and watched her brood, noting the dominance that Castiel held, closely followed by Lyric. For all her smaller size, the little white female with the black swirls was already making herself known. She was a fascinating pup, to Erani. Where the unusual pattern had come from, she had no idea. Perhaps Nova?s ancestors had held unusual markings like these. She knew she had a grandmother with unusual coloring. She had been a fiery red, like a bloody flame. It was said she was such a fine healer, you needed only to be touched by her paw to be healed. Erani gave a soft huff. She doubted that. But she didn?t doubt the female had been a phenomenal healer. Erani?s mother had taken training with Briennea, Alorek?s mother, while Alorek?s birth pack had been staying with Redwood Pack. The nomadic pack had been all healers, all of them some of the best healers in the land. They never fought, preferring peace over strife. Briennea had been different; peaceful, but also knowledgeable with defensive fighting tactics. Thus, while peaceful, the nomadic healers were ones you wouldn?t want to attack lightly. Erani?s eyes watched her children. What had become of that Alliance? Between the Nomads and Redwood? Cormalin said the Nomads found him. Apparently, the day Redwood had fallen was the day the Nomads were due for their annual stay of a month or more, where they would have overseen the training of Erani, and any other young wolves wishing to take up the Craft. They had saved his life. Would she ever get to thank them? Would they ever see her children? She studied her daughters. All three could be healers. Lyric and Arella were the most likely. Surreal had a different note to her. She already moved with the confidence that said she would be a fighter. Arella was bubbly, enthusiastic, and friendly to the point of being too much so. Lyric was calmer, still friendly, but in a way, she was shy. She could be an excellent healer. If there was a good wolf to train her. A soft sigh whispered from her muzzle. Unfortunately? She herself would npt have the pleasure of training her children, as she had hoped. Collision had made sure of that. She was a Civilian. Unable to help her pack unless requested. She could not train them. She couldn?t even finish Rayne and Preston?s training. She worried about the young male. He seemed to be enjoying his title too much. The jealousy toward Asheni at her birthing had not gone unnoticed. Had Erani been able to continue Preston?s training, she would have had him helping with the birth, and Asheni there to supervise. Erani was an older wolf, and it was her first litter. She hadn?t been able to teach him what to do in an emergency where there were complications in the birth. Erani shook her head. She feared that his rank, which had been given to him before he had truly earned it, was going to his head. She sighed. She knew that he would learn that rank didn?t make you fully trained, when he ran into a wolf that had something he didn?t know what it was. Or how to cure it. Collision had made many errors, and placing Preston as the head healer before his training was finished, and removing his trainer from rank was one of the worst. How many wolves would fall ill? She turned her gaze back to her romping children. One thing was for certain. She was not going to allow her lack of rank to get in her way, should her children fall ill. Rank meant nothing, in any case. She was still a healer. She had been born one.

Arella

What a beautiful day. There was nothing the small pup would rather do than romp about in the sunshine with her siblings, with her parents watching, without a care in the world. So far, this new life was proving to be quite pleasant and exciting, with something new to experience every day. Luckily, Arella was too young to understand what had been taking place in the pack. Politics, ranks, power -- all of these concepts were far too complex for her tiny brain to comprehend. Truthfully, there was little more the tiny girl could understand beyond whatever was going on in the present moment. And this was why her brilliant sapphire blue eyes were fixated on her slightly larger sister, attempting to bring her to the ground. Not totally used to walking, the youngster clambered awkwardly on the grass as she sprung forward, trying to tackle Surreal. Black fur stood out against her sister's sleek silver coat as her tiny mouth parted and aimed to nip at Surreal's right ear. A soft yip escaped her throat, a delicate sound echoing through the cool autumn air.

Surreal

She was a great warrior. She was tall and strong and swift. She was- Surreal gave a squeaking yip as Arella caught her off guard. She felt a tugging at her right ear, and squirmed a little, then managed to wrest herself free, and upon freeing herself, fell over her own paws and onto her still slightly blunt nose. She gave another yip, un-phased, and scrambled to her paws, short legs still learning the ropes of walking and running. She ran, stumbling and tilting, in a small circle, trying to confuse Arella, then charged in with a loud yap. She aimed for the tantalizing ears of her sister, the closest being the left. ?I?ma great warrior!?? She crowed as she went.

Gabriel

Gabriel watched two toned eyes fixated on his siblings, but he did not grace them with tooth and claw. He sat, unnoticed and off to the side, studying, watching, trying to memorize his brothers and sisters movements. His tail brushed along the ground, curled around his haunch and lay still. he didn't have any desire to join the fight between his sisters. He was content remaining the silent figure in the background. His mama was here, she was watching, but she hadn't scolded anyone yet so he imagined she was fine with him sitting outside the ring. He huffed, tiny chest expanded and contracting roughly as he lowered his body to the ground. Arella and Surreal tumbled and rolled with seemingly little interest in anything else. He didn't mind. he was the darkest of the siblings. Inheriting his fathers black as night coat. he was supposed to be the shadow... or so his tiny mind thought.

Cormalin

Cormalin padded toward his sister?s Den, tail swaying pleasantly. The wind that grew cooler with Autumn?s weather ruffled through his thick, long ruff, making him sigh. Soon enough, it would be Winter. He loved the snow. It was cold, white, and somehow it fascinated him. He could watch snow fall for hours. He could hardly wait to see his nieces and nephews? reactions to their first snowfall. He came to the opening of the ravine that led to his sister?s den and cocked his ear. The happy, playful yipping and yapping of pups made him smile. He turned in and made his way down the ravine, giving a soft wuff of greeting as he reached the play area. He waded and dodged through rolling and tumbling pups to Erani and settled beside her, giving her shoulder a lick as he sat. ?Sister. You look well. Motherhood suits you so well. How?s Nova? Still hunting like a mad wolf?? He grinned, panting a laugh.