Ganta had taken Roza to the west first, spending an evening there to make sure her facial wound was treated before they started towards the south. The young man had decided that there was no more time to delay… Roza had been hurt because Dragoste had not yet been formed. Because those protective borders were not in place to detour his siblings away from attacking her. She’d been innocent, and both of them naive enough to think that talking with the rest of the Hellstrom brood might prove fruitful. Ganta shook his head as he padded on; it hadn’t even been Enigma that maimed her… and that was what worried Ganta the most. So far he knew Enigma, Forsaken, and Draven {now called Rikeros} were all back in Boreas. They were a threat not just to him, but to his beloved and the children she carried in her belly. The thought of those little ones getting hurt… It was enough to make Ganta feel sick. His ears flicked back at the thought of Roza having run into one of them again. He’d already sworn to go after Forsaken for what he’d done… but… what was he going to do long term? Suppose one of his family members tried to rebuild a Hellstrom-esc pack? Each of his brothers were surely motivated enough to do such a thing… Ganta’s nostrils flared, quiet and deep in his own thoughts. Roza was close by, and every so often Ganta checked over his shoulder to make sure she was still close by. He could feel a sick churning in his stomach… what if one of his siblings showed up to the claiming howl? What if he had to fight them, then and there, to make sure Roza was safe? What if… he failed? What if he got maimed in that fight too, and his sibling, or siblings, were the one that left victorious? Would anyone even want to follow him them? His claws bit a bit deeper into the soil as the young man continued to press on. He couldn’t afford to think like this. He just couldn’t. He had to be strong for Roza, for Dragoste… and for himself. Today was the day he official shed the name of Hellstrom, of his father, and took on a name that meant light in his eyes. For his mother had been the only one pure in that family save for, perhaps, Shiro at this point. But Shiro was so damaged… what was going to become of his littermate now? What had happened to Obscoro? Ganta came to a stop, lowering his gaze to the ground for a long moment. They were in the heart of the lands he wanted to claim… but still something didn’t feel right. It was the worry gnawing at him, the worry that everything could go so horribly wrong but… Ganta took a deep breath. At the very least he had to try. He had to fight for what he believed, what he loved. With that the young man through his head back and let loose the loudest howl he’d ever given in his life, singing the song of his claim to the heavens. Those who wished for a home were welcome to join him. Today Dragoste was going to be born! "Talk" "You" Think

Roza was grateful for the family she had in the west. It was one thing she appreciated about all of the Adravendi wolves she had ever met. Even though she had never personally met them before last night, once they knew she was family it was no question that they would help her. She was following close behind Ganta and her eyes lifted up to him for a moment, watching his worried expression. Their family would be like that, she decided. Their children would know what it was to care for their own and show kindness to others when they can. That was an important lesson that she would be sure to instill in them early and strongly. Last night she had spent a long time cleaning her fur and making sure that the wound across her face was well covered with the herbs that her cousin of sorts had given her. Now her fur was perfectly cream-hued again and the only red color left was the spots that dappled her legs and rump. She wasn't sure why it was so important to her to look the part for this moment, but it was. She wanted to look strong and prepared and unphased by the still mostly open wound between her eyes and across her cheek. What she was feeling was the exact opposite of that, but she didn't want the world to know it. Once Ganta stopped among the willow trees she padded over to stand at his side, leaning over to press her nose to his cheek as he looked at the ground. She knew he was worried, it was written all over his face, but she had faith that everything would go well. She had to. If she didn't it would shatter what little hold she had on herself. She believed so wholeheartedly in her mate and his ability to create a safe space for them to raise their family. No matter how this played out she was proud of him and she was proud to be standing here beside him. She settled down on her haunches beside him and she glanced down toward her stomach. Now that her cousin had confirmed for her what Forsaken had suggested it was finally starting to sink in that she was actually pregnant. She was excited and nervous all at once. Roza lifted her gaze back to Ganta as his howl rang out loudly through the woods, claiming this space at their own. A smile tugged at her lips and she let her gaze drift around the trees while she waited to see who would come... hopefully it wasn't an unfriendly face. Talk Abbey Others

Once more the male was feeling as though his life had no purpose. Cealum had disappeared and no matter how hard the male had looked he was unable to fallow a decent trail. He was left on his own again. Along with that he had fallen into a bit of a depression again and had taken into remembering the attack and blaming himself for not protecting her, not staying with her, and most of all not telling her that he loved her. When he had reunited with Cealum he started to feel better and feel as though he had something to occupy his thoughts and even his feelings. They had even grown vary close one evening, but it was ripped away when Cealum disappeared. So he was stripped of the life he knew once more and left feeling vary lost withdrawing into a shell and at some points wondering why he was even alive. His heart ached and the male wasn't getting any younger, so what could he do to help himself. He had thought of seeking out packs, but he didn't even know where to start and honestly didn't feel like it. So he sulked and he remained in the tattered makeshift den only doing as enough to keep him going. The worrier had fallen and his heart torn from the loss of his lover. He was sure he would die this way, alone and in this tattered den without any other soul to know until they found his bones years later. He snorted as he curled into a tighter ball the scarred male gently huffed squeezing his eyes shut so that all he could see was the darkness. He needed to hunt soon, but the male felt unmotivated to do so. He just wanted to sleep a little bit more. A young booming howl rang out throughout the territory making the older male's ears perk and his eyes open to listen. His song sounded so full of hope and full of youth that the older male felt his blood warm. Something about it called to him, spoke to the youthful Inverno that was locked deep within his depressed shell. He took in a breath before unwrapping himself. Crawling from the small cramped den the male stretched out his lanky form warming up his muscles and preparing them for movement. Finally a large yawn passed his lips before his orange-gold eyes looked towards where the call came from. Vern wasn't sure if he could handle being within another pack, but the younger male's voice drew out his curiosity and drove him to the call. Tall lanky form moved through the brush crossing into the territory of the weeping woods. t wasn't long before the scarred male saw the pair up again, both so young and both beautiful. Exotic coloring unlike he had ever seen which drew him to them even more. Moving forward he quietly dipped his head, a sign of respect to the new king and queen. No one else was here, though he was sure more would come and quietly he sat his tail giving a vary light wag in quiet greeting. Talking & Thinking

She was out today taking Aten herbal hunting. She knew he kept up well enough and was confident that he stayed at her side or heels with ease. She wasn't the fastest of women out there yet if she needed to be she could be. She had trekked far from the den now, part of her wanting to regime themselves after she had lost two of her children. Aten was doing well she felt to hold it together but it didn't mean she didn't worry about her little warrior. She gave a glance to him as she moved with her slowed limp. Her mouth was filled with her last bit of herbal stash and a deer pelt was over her back. She wanted to keep him comfortable when she found a new den. She promised herself that she would wait as long as she could for the other two, but had finally lost hope that they were still alive.

She stopped for what seemed like the fiftieth time today to catch her breath and make sure Aten was close and fine. Her ears pricked at the sound of a howl nearby and she blinked. Sounded to her like a summoning howl for the start of a pack. Her ears pressed back, she wanted Aten I be normal but at the same time she wasn't completely comfortable with joining a pack, for fear of being seen as a curse or weak. Neither of which she knew was true, but couldn't help what some saw. She had Aten to think of though. Without another thought she aimed a nudge at his shoulder with her nose and started towards it. Her tail she moved to rise above her hips, hoping to appear confident despite her disability.

As she came to see them she stopped and took a deep breath, choosing to remain somewhat to the back of the gathering. She lowered her head and released her bundle of herbs on the cold ground before she maneuvered herself to sit. "Let's see what this pack is about Aten, I'm sure it can't be all bad." she was quiet as she spoke to him with a reassuring tone. With that she quieted herself and looked to the male that seemed to be heading this. The pelt slid down her back and bunched behind her.

Leo's ears perked at the sound of Ganta's voice as the howl rang out. A pleased smile touched his lips at the sound and he looked toward Fiori's border that connected with the weeping woods. So the young man had managed to plant the seeds to grow his pack after all. He hadn't doubted him, but it was one thing to have the ambition and it was another to actually bring it to life. Not only that, but it seemed like they would be neighbors with Fiori which meant Roza would live nearby once again. He didn't want to disturb Ganta or interrupt anything at his pack's founding, but seeing his daughter again was just too tempting to pass up. He made himself promise to not interfere and to just greet them from the sidelines before he began to make his way toward the howl. When he arrived he saw that two others had joined the gathering as well which was certainly a good sign. He looked to Roza and Ganta who were of course sitting side by side and his eyes were drawn immediately too the herb-covered wound across her daughter's face. His eyes widened with alarm and worry and he trotted over to her, ignoring the promise he had made entirely. He ignored Ganta for the moment and went to Roza's side, pressing his nose into the fur on her neck in greeting. "Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, keeping his voice hushed so that just Roza and maybe Ganta could hear. "Talk" "You" Think

Ganta waited, his beloved Roza at his side as those who would inquire about his pack slowly came. There were not many, but no great pack was built in a day. The first to come was an older male, scarred, but no doubt bearing the wisdom of battles long ago. Ganta dipped his head to the man, offering a gentle smile, for here there would be no judgement. No harsh gazes or thoughts about others based on appearance or personality. “Welcome, friend. Please make yourself comfortable.” His words were gentle, kind, and he wore a small smile. Their first potential pack member… was Roza as excited as he was? Another came, and Gods above was she unique. From her coloring to one foreleg Ganta couldn’t help but notice how different she was. But that was alright. Differences here were something to be celebrated. “Welcome miss. I hope that you’ll make yourself comfortable here as well.” His gaze shifted to the silent youth at her side. Her son, perhaps? “...and welcome to you as well, young one. I hope you’ll all be happy here.” He waited a bit longer, but the next wolf to show wasn’t a potential member. It was Leo. He could hear the touch of concern in his voice, and didn’t doubt he was asking about the wound on Roza’s face. It made Ganta’s stomach churn… but now was not the time to lose faith. He had a pack to introduce to these wolves before him, and, with a breath, the young man began. “Right now only a few of us are gathered, but I’d like each of you to take a look at one another. See how you are different, see how you are unique, embrace it and cherish it. Here in this pack, in Dragoste, what I, what WE want to strive for are a number of things. Celebrate who you are. We are a pack that stands not just for being who we are, but love, loyalty, trust, honor, and above all justice!” He took a small breath. “The image of Dragoste, what I’ve wanted to carve out is a family home… a utopia of sorts where each member can specialize in their own skills and not be forced to do something they’d be uncomfortable with. As your alpha, as your Primul, I stand not above you all, but with you, as sword and shield, as protector and friend.” Ganta looked around at those gathered. “Dragoste focuses on our bonds with one another… but we though we prefer peace, and benevolence, we will not turn a blind eye towards evil or those who are in need. If one member of our pack is in trouble we will all do what we can to assist them, even if we can only do so in one field or another. Hunters to get food for the wounded and healers, healers to tend to the sick, mothers, and elders, and warriors to guard us all…” Ganta’s eyes were shining now, excitement bubbling up in his chest. “Together we are strong. Together we are one. Together we ARE Dragoste!” The male paused again. “If this pack and it’s ideals sound like home to you then I invite you to explore our lands. We neighbor the good pack of Fiori and you are not to cross into their territory without permission. Punishment will be given by myself and possibly Fiorians for trespassing. While I’d like to consider them allies, we will respect them.” He glanced towards Roza and Leo. “I will reach out to you all soon to see where your aspirations lie. As of right now there is some business I should take care of.” He shifted a little towards the orange and white man, dropping his voice. “We went to a pack in the west to get Roza treatment… I… I’m sorry Leo.” All that confidence wavered, but there was no mistaking the hint of anger in his eyes. Anger for the one who had harmed his mate. {{Ooc:: Feel free to have Vern, Dessy, and Aten exit. Roza, Leo, and Ganta will most likely continue talking here. Thanks guys!}} "Talk" "You" Think