The Return Of The Valhallans
02-24-2014, 08:15 AM
Erani |
The Alpha Primary stepped with a measured grace ahead of her pack, deep blue pools assured and confident as they swept the plains, lighting on the distant patches of forest. The grasses of the plains were browned with the heat of Summer, the air ripe with the sweet scent of wild hay as she raised her head a notch higher, scanning further out, ears perked and swiveling to catch all the sounds. Cicadas shrieked their raspy songs, while the more sedate grasshoppers and crickets chirped a lazy Summer melody, interspersed with the trilling rising song of a lark far above in the sky. The sun was nearing its peak in the sky, a bright pale golden disk in a sky colored the deepest azure, with not a cloud in sight, this day. Her head lowered to the earth beneath her paws, keen black nose finding the scents of the border. All stale, old, nearly gone. In a way, Valhalla?s absence would have done the plains well. Prey would have replenished itself, and had, as the scents relayed to her nose. Strong spores of Elk, Bison, and other prey animals that would keep her pack hale and hearty for a good while. The herbs would have replenished, with her lack of gathering. Snowy head lifted, satisfied. She stepped across the old Border Line, turning her head to gaze back over her shoulder at the pack, studying each wolf present, and the horse that trailed behind, searching for any stragglers. She gave them a gentle, warm smile, ears pressing forward in encouragement, before turning and padding forward, tail swaying gently behind her. Velvet tones called out to them, quiet, but loud enough for each to hear with ease. Strength given by age and wisdom in that voice. ?Come, Valhalla. Let us be home.? Valhalla was coming home. |
02-24-2014, 01:39 PM
Veronica Plains were quiet as they were most days, no sound but the twittering of birds and buzzing of insects. And of course the constant whine of his children as they ran and wrestled nearby. He was used to the peace of the plains, it had been his home for what seemed like years now and though he was sad to see Valhalla have to move after the war he would admit to enjoying the alone time with his family. Having always been from a smaller family biased pack he had struggled with the mass of Valhalla and the feeling of distance from his pack mates. Not helped by the fact that the woman he loved seemed to have taken their daughter and raised her the way she wanted to rather then the way he had wanted to. Look where that had gotten them... Though he found it hard to be mad at Aislyn since her passing there were still times where he would make his way to her grave and sit for a while. Sometimes he would tell her how fucked up Liberty had become, sometimes he would ask her forgiveness for moving on so quickly to a new woman and a new family. Most days he just sat for a short time and then went back to doing other things. He lifted his head easily as the sound of paw falls reached him, immediately he let out a sharp bark, calling the pups back to the den and ushering them in. As soon as they were back he stood and stepped slowly from the mouth of the den. Ears pricked forward as he looked towards the boarders and then tipped his skull back and allowed a long easy howl to stretch out to call to Eria, he needed her to be there for this, whatever this was. He didn't wait especially long, knowing that she would be there as soon as she could. Long legs covered the ground towards the group quickly enough, and slowly a smile would grow as he noticed that Erani was the one leading the pack. "Whats going on Erani?" He asked easily, pausing before her as he dipped his head slightly. It looked like there were quite a few with her, had he missed something? He hadn't caught her words before so didn't know that most of these wolves with here were Valhallan's. |
02-24-2014, 10:04 PM
The details of the events prior to Erani taking over Valhalla, and his first look at the sheer numbers of the pack his father had once founded were scarce in the males mind. He knew the wolves that had caused the defeat of the previous alpha were wolves from a pack known as Glaciem, and he had heard mutterings that indicated that this wasn't the first attack from thees wolves. He wanted to know more about it, but hadn't had time to probe the incident. He had followed Erani, to the plains where he had first learned of the death of Cairo, his father and a man he would never meet. Surrounded by these strangers, without the comforting presence of his siblings, he felt exposed- vulnerable but he tried to sooth his mind. These wolves shared parts of his blood- that made them family too. He had to give time to get to know them, and he would then fell more at ease.
Upon hearing Erani's words, his ears pricked, and his head lifted. Light cerulean orbs searched the land, and he stepped up to be closer to her, and too look around. This was the land that Valhalla had once claimed, and again it seemed they would call it home. He couldn't wait to explore the territories and meet the others, and find his niche in the pack. His tail moved behind him loosely in excitement. He was home and he was ready.