Only a life lived for others

Her fur prickled in discomfort to be returning to the north she'd abandoned to protect her children, but without Miksa and Shtiya to worry for she loped with confidence - for she was confident in her ability to protect herself - through familiar lands until she came to the border of a new pack. Her travels through to there had given no sign of the pack she'd left so abruptly - Regium seemed to have dissolved under the Adravendi friend of Roman's after all. In it's place had sprung up this pack here in the marble wash. Stopping far back from the borders to investigate the scent, she was surprised to find that this pack too, seemed made up mostly of young wolves. More than that, the scent had a vague sort of familiarity to it that confused and unsettled her. Still, she would not stop now, not with the task she'd been set to still unfinished. She settled back to howl, the request echoing through the strange land to hopefully find the pack's alpha with his disconcertingly familiar scent.



""

is a life worthwhile.

Drashiel Armada

Ivory fangs split apart bone as his soft pink tongue reached in to claim the remnants of marrow from the kill. Drashiel was helping himself to some morning breakfast when a call rank out on the border. Hmm? the king wondered who was calling this time. The call was unfamiliar, perhaps a potential new member? He took to his feet, trotting through the snow with practiced precision as he wound his way around the deeper drifts to come upon an older, snow white wolf. Her coat blending in with the wintery landscape apart from her startling dark blue eyes. Hmm? she seemed somewhat familiar but Drashiel couldn't be sure so he cast the deja vu from his mind. There'd been too much of that lately and he was trying to step beyond the past. "Hello, I'm Drashiel Armada. I'm the ruler here. What do you need?"