Two Sides of the Circle of Life [Joining]

He came into sight of the Valhallan border and slowed to a stop, teal eyes scanning the wall the wolves had erected. It was obvious that different techniques had been tried and tested over a long time, from dry stacking, to a more solid mortar stack. Even from here he could smell the scent markings, and his ears pricked forward as he recognized several scents, merely from passing the owners in the festival.

Over his back lay the bear hide, tanned with help from Wangui, with the hair on. It wasn’t the best work – he was no furrier, after all, but it was serviceable. Wrapped in the hide and held inside by the braided sinew ropes the lemur had also made, was dried bear meat, bones, emptied stomach, and other odds and ends of the bear he thought the wolves might like. Claws, the skull with its teeth… he was glad the meat was dried – air dried – because the pack on his back was heavy enough without the meat being fresh.

Wangui sat on his back, helping keep the package on his back, though it was lashed to his armor for extra security. Isolde launched from his crest, claws scraping the leather, wings buffeting his ears before she gained height and circled higher, scanning for any pack wolves. She whistled as she spotted a likely wolf, and the stallion made his way forward, head high and eyes still scanning as he drew to a stop at the border. He thought back to Obsidian’s stories and lessons about how wolves worked, checking off a list in his mind as he tipped his muzzle upward slightly, whinnying loudly.

The sound echoed off the distant hillock he could see, and he waited, wondering how this would go.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think