Aurielle Adravendi

It was high time to have a chat with Domari. As Dauntless Butcher, he was the highest-ranking hunter aside from Red now. He was in charge of holding pack hunts, assessing newcomers for the hunt circle, and overall awareness of the herds and prey animals in Valhalla’s lands. She’d warned him ahead of time when they’d crossed paths during patrol last night, and now she lay stretched out on a bison hide in the main chamber, a sort of audience chamber, though highly informal. Naps were common place these days, though she worked hard to keep up with patrols and training, if more carefully. Several heated stones in a tortoise shell warmed the main chamber, though Ime, Kayode, and Ayodele had added a drape for the main cave entrance to hold the heat in, especially at night. Paw-steps outside alerted her of Domari’s arrival late in the morning, and she looked up from the script she was practicing on a pig-skin. Writing with wolf paws was difficult, but it was entertaining, even if her white fur was stained with berry ink. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

That Sea is just a Gambler at Heart

Dómari finished up his patrol. He was grateful it was fairly uneventful apart from an ailing raccoon that had been lingering atop the wall. Dómari swiftly dispatched the creature then headed deeper into the plains. Aurielle had wanted to talk to him about his duties. Dómari instructed his foxes to wait outside just to be sure they wouldn't start causing trouble. Lynvarr he was fairly certain could sit and pay attention but Áskell would get bored quickly and the last thing he needed was for the little fox to get into trouble right in front of Aurielle.

He stepped in. "Aurielle, you wished to see me?"

Aurielle Adravendi

His side pressed into her shoulder, and she soaked in the provided support with a sigh. When he didn’t open the gift, Aurielle smiled at Domari as he stepped in, nudging the scripting supplies aside as she straightened to sit with a faint grunt, tail flicking to curl about her hips. “I did. It’s been a while since your promotion. I’d like a report on the state of the prey animals and our food stocks. Really I should have asked about this before the end of Autumn.” She stretched slightly as she studied him with a smile, adding, “And how are you doing?” She wanted to hear about how he was feeling, whether he was comfortable with his rank, and she wanted a comfortable conversation once he was done with his report and the business of state was concluded. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

That Sea is just a Gambler at Heart

Dómari sat down smoothly and wrapped his tail around his feet before considering her question. "Our stores are doing well. The winter has been harsh though and it's killing off much of the prey, however, on the other paw the awful weather is pushing prey from northern lands into our plains." The Vericona Plains were a haven for animals desperate for food in these harsh times.

"I'm doing alright. Can't say I care to much for this weather but we'll persevere. More importantly, how are you doing?" A hunter's nose was vital to his success and Dómari hadn't missing the change in Aurielle's scent. She was pregnant and her health was of utmost importance to the pack.