Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi

It was past time that he called his first meeting. By now it was common knowledge in the pack that Ardyn had become King, and Lyr had made certain everyone was made aware. With the arrival of winter, it was high time he assessed the pack and learned where they wished to rise in the pack. Noelle, their newest comer, would have had time to settle in and learn the area, especially with the tour he’d given for the main points of importance, so he settled on the boulder. Tipping his muzzle to the sky he sang a long call to Valhalla, as Lyr dropped from the grey sky, returning from informing the packmates in the further edges of the Moor that a meeting was about to be called. The glowing black and white raven settled in the oak, feathers ruffling and resettling as Ardyn waited patiently, a half-smile on his features. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Though Caelia was aware of the shift in power within Valhalla it wasn't like she'd been terribly present as of late... or for a long time, if she was being completely honest with herself. But some change was definitely overdue and she hoped breathing some new life into the pack would help the feeling of monotony that had overtaken her life for quite some time now. Hearing Ardyn's call she headed to the gathering spot, picking up her place as she got closer. Surprisingly she was the first to arrive, though she'd been prompt enough. She gave him a nod of acknowledgment before settling in, eager to hear what he had to say about the future of Valhalla.

Aurielle Adravendi

His howl rang across the plains and her heart swelled with maternal pride as she rose from her scrolls and padded from the Seat and down the ravine, breaking into a brisk trot toward the Meeting boulder. His tall, ink-black form waited, glimmering with fiery pulses under the wind’s touch. Thus far, she was the only other arrival, but a distant drum of hooves told her Taliesyn would be along soon. She settled next to Caelia and nudged the woman’s shoulder with her own in a friendly brush, tail flicking to pool across the ground and over her paws. Retirement from Queendom had settled well on her and she’d regained much of her vigor. She didn’t feel as aged as she had coming out of the Long Dark, and she had more time on her paws than ever to work on the tower, the archives, and refining the scripts and runes of the pack. Her eyes swept the clearing, looking for the rest of the pack. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He’d been grazing, off duty until evening, when the song reached his ears and he smiled faintly as his head rose, munching the last bite down. The young heir had become king, and it had been a fine experience watching the boy become a man. The stallion broke into a long canter, hooves drumming steadily on the cold ground. He was aware of some of the changes coming, mostly in terms of ranks and how circles worked. From the sound of it Ardyn might be setting the concept aside, perhaps for further review. They’d just have to see what the Young King had in mind. Taliesyn slowed to a fluid walk as he came to the meeting clearing, then took a place to the side where his great form wouldn’t impede those who came from seeing Ardyn clearly. Taliesyn was more than tall enough that he’d have a great view no matter where he stood. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Another winter was settling onto the continent, and he wondered if it would be a gentle one this time. He was hopeful for it. Ardyn had been giving the pack time to adjust to the change in leadership and the knowledge that changes were coming, and as the King’s howl reached his ears, Cairo turned from the meat he was storing and broke into a trot, tail waving in a lazy wag. As he came to a stop he settled beside his sister on Caelia’s other side and smiled at her in greeting before his attention shifted to Ardyn, ears perking to catch what the young man had to say once all who were coming had gathered. He was aware of the man’s plans, having been privy as a beta. His status would be unchanged, if called by a different name, and that was fine with him. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Legacy Ancora

It had taken a long time for her to feel okay again. Her mother had been at her side among the Nomads, bolstering her and her half siblings, letting them each grieve in their own ways. But duty to a pack reclaimed her. She didn’t regret joining Valhalla. Aurielle, and Ardyn, had been so completely understanding in allowing Legacy to be gone and wandering or staying with her family to let her heart heal. Her deep heart wounds were far from completely healed, but the scars were strong enough that she felt able to function without breaking into tears at the smallest errant thought about her father. She’d trained hard, and was on the cusp of getting her Mark. Lyr had arrived the day before to alert her to the meeting Ardyn was planning, and today, she padded across the plains as the man’s howl rolled across the swaying grasses like the wind and thunder of a summer storm. Eramaya would be along shortly to attend the meeting and would bring what she learned back to Legacy’s half siblings to teach them Valhalla’s new titles and anything else she felt they’d need for an informed choice or whether to go or stay. They were yearlings now, and free to choose their paths. She’d sent the message on with Lyr the previous day and now slipped to take a seat on Aurielle’s open side, though with enough space for any of the woman’s immediate family to step in. Taking a deep breath, Legacy straightened her spine and gave Ardyn a smile. She wasn’t fully healed, not yet… but she was on the way out of a dark forest with many dark and twisting paths. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

You couldn't kill me if you tried She had been rather quiet for a while, though she blamed her lingering thoughts on the long nights that had passed them almost a year ago now. She didn't think about them too much now, but every now and again, she did think about the voices she would hear in her dreams since that ordeal. She spent a lot of time working on the teachings that Aurielle and Ardyn had been teaching her. Writing, crafting, fighting, herbal remedies, and much, much more. There was so much to learn, and she swore she was learning something new every day if not perfecting and pursuing her favorite crafts. Today, she was patrolling the border when Ardyn's call for a meeting went out, and her ears perked up with excitement. She had heard he had taken the reigns when Aurielle decided to retire, and she was eager to see how or if the pack would change. She had no doubts he'd be an excellent king, and she was especially happy that her best friend had the opportunity. She moved at a brisk trot, the glow in her fur pulsing lightly as she gracefully made her way to the meeting. She briefly wondered about how she would fare were she to have a pack of her own, but she still held back on wanting to pursue that considering she was content with her position. Ardyn was a prince, she was a commoner. She doubted she had been borne from royal blood, anyway, but regardless, she'd support her fiery furred friend in all his endeavors. Upon arriving at the meeting, she noted there was a handful of others present, and others still yet to arrive. She took a seat near Aurielle as she respectfully nodded and greeted the former Queen before turning her attention to Ardyn and offering a friendly nod of greeting to him as well. Eager to hear what he had to say, she settled in and wrapped her elegant tail around her paws and ensured the glow in her fur was softened enough so as not to distract. If there was one thing she was proud of, it was the fact she had learned how to more or less control the glow of her fur. Something trivial to some perhaps, but she was proud nonetheless. "Speak"

Amorielle Adravendi

She had been studying hard with Legacy and the nomads, spending plenty of time with them while tending to her duties in the pack when she could. There was so much to learn and she was doing her best to absorb as much as she possibly could. It certainly helped to distract her from returning thoughts of all the deaths they had in the pack...the pack had felt that as a whole. Just about everyone had been impacted. It was never easy losing family, friends, or even packmates...but she supposed that was life, and eventually, the grief and pain had lessened. As a healer, she knew death was inevitable. There was no cure for death nor a potion for immortality. Nonetheless, she would do her best to do what she could to better the lives of those she helped in the future. She followed not far behind Legacy, though had stopped at her den to drop off a bundle of herbs before turning back and hurrying to the meeting. The rust marked girl eventually arrived, settling in among her family as she lovingly nuzzled her mother for a moment before taking a seat and turning her attention to Ardyn. She had heard the news about him becoming the new King, and she couldn't be prouder of her midnight brother! Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think

She had taken the plunge recently to finally join a pack, and she had to admit, she finally felt...safe. Content. Not so...afraid, anymore. She didn't have to worry too much about food. Or at least, hunting it on her own anymore. She certainly wasn't the best hunter. Hardly even a good one considering her disability. She could build and use traps, but there was only so much she could do since she didn't have thumbs, let alone a companion to help her. But those worries washed away after joining Valhalla, and after taking a tour around with Ardyn and another one with Tel, she had no doubts about this place. They were kind, they had an interesting culture of learning, and there was more to do here than she ever knew possible. Her world had opened up tenfold since she joined Valhalla, and she was grateful to them for taking her in. When she heard Ardyn call the pack together for a meeting, she paused in her organization of herbs in her new den and shook the dust from her coat. Smoothing herself down with a couple of licks, she made her way to the meeting and upon a slight tilt of her head and scenting the wind, noted that there were a few others there already. She quietly walked towards the group and settled towards the back, still feeling quite shy and nervous as she sought out Ardyn's form and gave him a shy nod of greeting. This was her first pack meeting ever, and she was curious to know what it would entail. "Speak"

(nekkid Eramaya post, eugh!)

She’d sent her daughter ahead with Amorielle to the pack meeting and spent a few minutes squaring things away on a travois, ready for transport when she returned. Taking a deep breath Eramaya turned and gave her three remaining youngsters – yearlings now – a soft kiss, assuring them that she’d be back to fill them in on what Valhalla was to be like under Ardyn’s reign.

Then she set out eastward. In time, she arrived, scanning the gathered figures and studying them with interest as she slipped in amongst them, brushing a soft kiss over her eldest’s cheek and settling beside Legacy, eyes shifting to the young King, nodding with a smile as she waited to see what life would be like in the future.

She had no doubt that a pack that Paladin had been so loyal to would ever be unkind or unfair to herself, or her children, or her niblings, should the orphaned yearlings decide to join along with herself and their cousins.

With the title of the pack's Mist, Drachen was gone from the pack lands much more often now and for longer durations than before, gathering information of the ongoings of the lands outside of the plains and returning to deliver the news to the new King's ear. The black and tan male padded swiftly and gracefully towards the meeting that Enzi had informed him about earlier when he crossed the border into Valhalla before she left to hunt for herself. He was travel weary but he did not want to take time to stop by his den other than to wash the covering of pine and peat from his pelt that he had rubbed into his fur to mask his scent on a scouting endeavor a few days ago in the stream near by. His fur was now damp but clean as he slowed to a walk as his deep blue eyes caught sight of those already gathered and silently moved and blended into the back of the crowd. Perhaps some would miss his entrance as the Mist had grown accustomed to moving in such a way as to not draw attention to himself, but he made sure to nod in respect to the new King should he look his way and to the former Spirit if she did the same. He settled himself onto his haunches and waited patiently for Ardyn to begin. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Laoise Adravendi

With a grimace on her russet face, Lee hurried her way towards the meeting area where her brother's summoning howl had long since faded into silence. She was going to be late, very late. She could only hope Ardyn wouldn't be too annoyed with her as she quickened her pace into a long lope, to cover the distance quickly. Of course the girl had gotten caught up in a new concoction of herbs and spices that she planned on experimenting with on a willing "victim" with minor bruising or aches and lost tract of time. The bridle girl almost yipped in happiness when the meeting came into view and abruptly dug in her rear end to slide to a stop, her claw gauging the earth, before she trotted the rest of the way. Her blue eyes scanned those present as she settled herself in the back of the crowd, beaming a smile at her brother, who was now King, and to their mother who she remembered guiltily she needed to spend some more time with instead of with her head deep in studying the various herbs and combinations of herbs to make more effective healing salves. She blew out a soft breath when she realized she had made it in time and tried to calm her pants as to not bother the other pack members with her out of shape huffing. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think