Citadel came home from the battlefield, and snuck across the border of the pack into the Gorge. He needed to have a good soak before he headed back into the Col, knowing the scents in his coat would give him away. He trotted slowly through the forest of the Gorge, heading towards the nearest stream.

He thought he’d make it all the way without being spotted too, but his bear gave a soft chuff beside him, warning him of another wolf approaching. He tried to duck behind a tree, but it was too late. Selene had already seen him, and he grimaced at the sight of his annoying little sister. “Hey, Selene…” Don’t notice the scents, don’t notice the scents… he found himself chanting.


"Citadel Fatalis"

Selene was trying to trace all the streams to their sources, and then try to race a stick from the falls to the beaver dam. She had won only once so far! She had tried three different streams and she could only beat one of them, the other two were too fast! She had to get faster! She was mapping out one of the quicker streams, making notes about where to duck, where to slide, and where to hop over. She hoped that if she mapped it all out she could win it with more practice.

She heard a rustle up by the border and looked up to see her brother and his companions looking a little worse for wear. Was he sneaking past the boundary again?? Mom and Dad are gonna be so mad at him! Again!

"Citadel!" She exclaimed accusingly, "Why the heck do you DO that? Why d'you get into---" She froze as several scents of strangers were brought into her nose. Her eyes widened and her ears perked up wondering where the scents had come from. Were they about to be invaded? Was this a rid like Mom and Dad had told them could happen?

No... the wind was coming from his back. The stranger's scents of dust, sweat, and blood were interwoven into his scent. With growing alarm, her pink eyes searched his golden orbs. "What were you DOING?" She asked, putting her foot down like she had seen both their parents do at one point.


"Citadel"||"Selene"