Aurielle Adravendi

It was a quiet night. She was on sentry duty and sat silently, relaxed in the shelter as her eyes scanned the surrounding lands. Really, she was a distraction from the other sentries along the wall, like Cairo at the other passage, or her father padding slowly along the base of the wall, a reddish shadow on a moonless night. As she stood out like a beacon, she drew the eye easily. Loshir was tucked in the shadows of the shelter, watching the land as well. With a cloak tossed over her back, he was able to see past her glowing frame out into the night, while remaining hidden from the eye, if not the nose, of any who might come along. There was much to do between patrols—training, preparations for the raid, and for the festival she hoped to hold, although the latter would likely have to wait until winter, perhaps. She ought to get in touch with Acere, to ensure none of her plans would take from anything he himself might hold. Perhaps Torin might hold a festival of his own… A festival was a chance to draw new members, as well. Her last one had ended with Red in her pack, and she was deeply pleased with him thus far. A shadowy form caught her eye in the distance, slipping through the low mist that always hung over the moorland, well beyond the actual pack lands. She didn't focus her full attention on it, rather following the figure with her peripheral vision as she scanned beyond it. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Perhaps it was boredom or the restlessness that came with it that brought Balerion to the borders. The fae he met up north's scent was what brought him to Valhalla. The pack's musk clung to the region and was sure to steer clear of the border. His paws never touching the scent but it remained thick in the air nontheless. Bal wasn't sure what he desired from his venture. Would he join a pack? Or maybe he could weasel his way into a deal. Tooth and claw for hire until he figured out what else to do. So far no one else in the land had impressed him so he figured his best bet was to give the maned babe a shot. The inky figure moved from the brush with his eyes finding their mark. Black eyes landed upon the glowing Alpha in the distance. It seemed she was standing guard just as the other Wolf was doing not too much further down the line. He stood still as she did, watching in silence for a few moments. Balerion then moved to walk along the border with a flick of his tail. Mist seemingly pooled at his legs as he moved. No words were spoken as he trailed the border as if it were a patrol. Hoping the woman would heed his lure.

Aurielle Adravendi

The figure became a little clearer, and as she recognized him, the face settled into her mind. Ahh. The black-eyed wolf she’d fought a polar bear with in the north on the glowing lake. A faint smile quirked her lips. The bear’s pelt lined her alcove, its flesh dried into bear jerky. The useful parts had all been hauled home behind Loshir, though he’d been rather displeased to be leaving his charge at the festival. Unfortunately, a name wasn’t surfacing with this red-shadowed man’s face. She was aware of Loshir shifting slightly behind her, still well hidden in the shelter. Idly, she watched the man. She hadn’t been glowing when he’d met her. Not even a spark of light, save for the ice beneath their paws that night. What had brought the man here? Joining? They could always use competent fighters and hunters… Finally, she called out, voice carrying without her needing to shout. She’d mastered projecting her voice after a hell of a lot of practice on the boulder with her father. “Good evening… I’m afraid I never caught your name, stranger. What brings you to Valhalla, and have you been steering clear of bears?” There was a hint of a tease in her low, lilting voice with the last query, a reference to the rather eventful encounter. However, her eyes were still calmly curious. He could well be casing the border, a band wolf or affiliated loner to another pack. You never knew. As such, her peripheral attention was still open, watching for any flickers of movement beyond him, though her figure was elegantly poised and attentive on the visitor. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think