Let It Reign {Claiming}

OOC: IT LIIIIVVVEESSSS! -blows confetti gun- Ahem. So, here's how this is gonna work. This first round of this thread is going to last three (3) OOC days. On January first, sometime in the evening most likely, I'll be replying with Mithras to any and all who show up here expressing interest in the pack! This will hopefully be a quick and easy bulk join up for anyone interested. So, let's get this party started!

Mithras' daughters were getting older. Every day they were getting a little bit bigger, a little bit more intelligent, a hell of a lot more curious. He was having trouble keeping up. Faria was helping where she could but even so they were outnumbered! What was a wolf to do? And with such... exuberant daughters on top of it all, three well behaved pups would be a lot. So, he'd left the south with a plan. Several of the Diamachi had agreed to lend Faria a hand while he was on his trip, and he promised to be back soon, but there was a bit of work to do. They needed a new home. A stable home, one with set boundaries, a foundation that they could grow on. As the days wore into weeks, the hulking man had scoured from east to west searching for something, some kind of sign. It had also given him plenty of time to think. What kind of world did he want his daughters to grow up in? What kind of environment would give them everything they deserved, everything he'd ever dreamed of for himself, let alone for something he loved with more depth than he could ever imagine possible? It was a tough nut to crack. So finally, when he crested the final rise which led into the Emerald Valley it struck him. With the wide prairie stretching out in front of him, bathed in sunset light, the silver sliver of river glimmering on the horizon, the wide and untouched west, it struck him. The young male got a wild hair. His thoughts began to race a mile a minute. It felt like hardly a heartbeat passed before he'd put together a plan. His thinking and meditating coalesced into something like finality and he threw his head back in a howl of calling. He envisioned it racing out over the wide empty terra, tickling the ears of the brilliant wolves he knew lurked there. A new pack was forming in the gilded evening light. "Talk" "You" Think