The summer child had been scouring the whitewashed landscape, bleak from ages of wearing by a relentless force of nature, the icy wind. His fur had grown much longer since his arrival in Alacritia, and he had begun to embrace the cold air of the northern lands. In the pack of Tortuga, life was perfection. Amongst the kind wolves, he felt at home, and their close-knit friendships would only strengthen the pack, rather than weaken it. No food came too easily, but nor did it come in hard. Every wolf had a chance in the pack, with no biases. However, recently, activity of both his alpha and packmates had faltered, less and less meetings being called. Perhaps something had gone awry, and he sought out answers in the bleak landscape of a frozen lake.
As chocolate pads would skim the icy surface, a call of summoning met his russet auditories, a voice familiar to all Tortugan characters, Qanik. The alabaster tempest had recently been promoted to secondary alphess of the pack, to perhaps help with the faltering activity amongst his packmates. He had always been one to be loyal, and faithful to the pride of the north, and perhaps he would be repaid in this meeting. The summer child would be the first to arrive, honey gaze sweeping toward the alabaster tempest's own sapphires, which shone in the blistering wind, which drew snow and ice like a blade, cutting those who are weak to obey it. "A pack meeting, Qanik? I await what the purpose is, and I do hope I am not the only member of Tortuga to arrive quickly." Inky lips spread in a thoughtful smile as he would use his claws, tracking the icy landscape, and gaining purchase enough to sit upon his haunches, auditories lifted to hear what the white tempest had to say.
"Speech"
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