It was in the middle of the night and he was unable to rest. He had tossed and turned for what felt like forever in his spot in the alcove. Nothing he did was helping him get comfortable and helping him to fall asleep. Grunting and growling he grew frustrated and finally pulled himself to his feet. Dragging his claws through the dirt as he moved forward leaving his secluded spot and quietly heading out of the communal den. Once outside he shook out his shiny coat and looked up to the sky at the bright full moon ahead. He was pretty sure he was the only one awake and he didn't want to stir anyone from their slumber. Moving forward with a quiet huff the male headed towards the Moor to start a patrol, not able to think of anything else to do at this hour. Maybe some exercise would help wear him into slumber, or maybe for some reason he was meant to be up at this hour, to stop any trouble from happening. Picking up his pace he made it to the borders of the Moor and slowed down his pace, to a quiet trot. He was careful with his steps, alert, and his nose taking in the scents. A moderate fog hung in the moor making him a bit more on edge. His eyes narrowed slightly as he kept alert and moved quietly, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Talk" "You" Think

Aurielle Adravendi

It was her turn to take night patrol. She was glad for it. Her father needed the rest. She’d already set out and been on patrol for about an hour, alert and silent as she stepped into the miasmic shroud of fog that blanketed the Moor. She had to admit she adored this land. It held such a sense of mystery, and under the light of the full moon, the feeling only grew. She picked her way through the mist, ears swiveling as she took in the sounds and the barely heard tread of her own paws as she placed each carefully. She’d be no good at hearing unusual sounds if she couldn’t hear anything but her own paws on the ground. She smelled him before she saw or heard him. He was her youngest uncle. Laisren. She hadn’t interacted with the silver topped male very often, knowing him mostly by scent and her father’s descriptions, as well as a passing nod and maybe a nip to the ankles when she was much younger. When she saw him, he was some ways ahead of her. Perhaps he’d taken another path to the border, instead of following the wall from the plains. She, herself, stood almost completely hidden in the wet mist, and as she started forward, still unconsciously picking and choosing her way, the miasma swirled around her like vaporous tendrils. She stepped up to join him on the right side, the dominant side, a pale spirit swirling from the mist before she broke that momentary effect by grinning slightly at him, asking, "Mura bhfuil tú i dteagmháil leat?" Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

His pace was slower then he normally did patrols wanting to be sure he caught even the slightest difference. With this fog it was easier for things to hide and he wasn't going to let anything slip past him tonight. His nose was lowered to the ground, taking in the scents on the earth. Trails of prey ran through here, but so far no dangerous creatures or trespassers. This fog also had an advantage to it, if he hunkered down the top half of his body would blend in, while he could attempt to cover the lower half of his body. It gave him cover in case it was needed. Her movements were quiet and graceful, but as she approached he could hear when she was beside him. For a moment his muscles tensed because he had honestly thought he was the only one awake, but when the familiar language was spoken he relaxed. Turning his head towards the right he looked over at his Niece a smile breaking on his face. He hadn't realized how much she had grown already, remembering seeing her as a little ball of fluff when she had just started coming out of the den. It was amazing how time seemed to fly. It felt like yesterday to him that he was a pup and that his parents were still here. Playing with his litter mates, the heartache he felt with them not being here. His tail gave a wag and he nodded approval. Two set's of senses were always better then one, plus he was happy for the company. "Is breá liom má chuaigh tú isteach" "Talk" "You" Think

The goddess was traveling around a packs border, her silhouette was lowered to the ground. It was quiet hard because of her very long limbs. That where what mostly made her height, she had caught scents of wolves that smelled closely similar to her own. She couldn't believe it was, but if there was any chance she must search. Hey maybe it was just, a wolf that smelled like them but was only a healer or something... She kept padding along her tail lashing out, as she followed the scent of flowers. Her crown lifting every now and then, suddenly voices of a different language came to her ear shot. She came to stop, her auds pinned to her crown and maw cut though the air to slam against her isthmus. In a swan like pose, her eyes wide with shock. Is that a wolf with a mane? It so...Godly? She gave a quick stomp, before walking along the border still with her head pressed against her neck. Yet her neck was pulled back, as if the air had strapped reins to her and was pulling back and down with all there strength. Her paws lifting in front of her like a hackney horse, and how there trot carries there hooves up into a square with no bottom. She had been taught to walk like that, and how how her paws curled inward. And toes separated, so dirt freely escaped her fur that tickled her toes. Her tounge tightly pressed against her teeth, her breath slow and soft. "Talk" Think

Aurielle Adravendi

The Future nodded as her uncle accepted her company, jaws parting to respond when a tramping of paws in a heavy stride froze her words in her throat, head whipping around with a low rumble bubbling from her breast as she peered through the passage she and her Uncle had paused beside. A wolf pranced in an unnatural, painful looking gait, quite close to the wall. The shimmering white Future’s brow-points rose in silent consternation as she flicked a glance up at her uncle before she flowed past him, head and tail rising in a clear note of authority— though not on a level with her father's. “You’re very close to crossing Celestial’s border, stranger—I’d suggest you stop there. What brings you so close to the wall?” Her tone was neutral, but her posture suggested that the female ought to take a few steps back. Young she may be, but it was clear she would take no trouble from the older female. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

They were paused beside one of the passages in the wall and it looked as though Aurielle was about to respond, but the sound of heavy paw steps drew both of their attention towards the wall. His muscles immediately tensed up and hackles prickling in defense. At that moment he wasn't sure if it was danger or friendly and with his young niece here it made him more tense. But like the leader she was being groomed to be Aurielle was quick to take a hold of the situation and he was close behind ready to back up and protect her if need be. The grey women was horribly close to the borders and the way she walked was..... abnormal? He didn't know how to explain it but it definitely did not look at all normal for a wolf. He moved up beside his niece his eyes focused on the women with a questioning look as Aurielle spoke to her. He wasn't sure if he really needed to say anything to her or not. The grey women was out awfully late and so close to the borders that it didn't set well with him at all. He was on the defensive, not sure what the women's motive was for being here. He remained alert senses trying to tell if there was any other's out there or if this women was alone. "Talk" "You" Think

The two forms spotted her, voices arose. She stopped with a sharp intake of breath, she couldn't help but lower her head. She tucked her tail, but then she looked back up straight into there eyes. With a turn of her frame, she was looking away from them both. She then began to slowly walk away, lowering her frame. She lessened to them, making sure no one moved. Then she ran, limbs became a blur. As she ran, tongue lolled from her maw. Before she knew they were gone, but she still ran and ran, even further...dammit even further. Bye...Sorry for the rushed talk.

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