Our Time

The sol patrolled the borders tiredly. He had done much traveling today and intended on returning to Jupiter's match once the patrol was done. He had only come to tend to Medusa's wounds and insure her safe passage to Ludicael. Only a moment ago there had been a break in the rain. Now the water fell again but the spray was light and warm. Deteste could feel the snow beneath his feet begin to thaw. He paused, for a single moment, to allow himself a minute of rest. Landing his rump somewhat roughly on the wet ground, shoulders relaxed and head bent earthward.


His ears lifted as a stranger's song suddenly filled the still air. Deteste's heart fluttered as he deciphered the call. It was a summon but... he supposed it was friendly. There was perhaps a bout of paranoia beginning to grip Deteste in the eve of such harrowing events for Ludicael. He only wished to protect the land and it's members. As much as Deteste desired to return to the battlefield he decided to approach the call. Many duties had been left in Aria's hands. She deserved some help. Deteste also thought, no, he knew that the presence of the Sol was important and in these times that his appearance would be reassuring. Standing and turning towards the westward borders of the mangroves Deteste began his trek to the call.


It was not long before he was within a close distance of the caller. Once he was in sight Deteste could also distinguish two other members. Aria and Song. He had not met Song before yet he knew who she was. It was like this for Deteste with many Ludicael members but he was starting to catch up. He knew most of them personally now. As he approached he was able to hear some of the dialogue between the three wolves and in this way Deteste was informed of the call's purpose. He closed the distance with a surefooted gait and dipped his head in Aria's direction, offering her a weak but sincere smile. "Hello. Aria, Song." he spoke, "I heard the majority of your conversation as I approached thus there is no need for us to repeat ourselves." he turned to the black pelted male who stood beside Song, her mate. "I am Deteste, Sol of the Ludicael and I wish to welcome you to our pack as long as you are loyal to Song and to the wonderful community that lives here." his smile widened and though he was excited for this addition to the pack, his heart was heavy with worry and the toll of duty.

"speech"