The Azat of Abaven let out a sigh, shivering as the bitter wind ruffled his fur. Winter was for sure coming, that was for sure. There was very little prey running around, and it was getting harder to find food to support their growing numbers. That, and it seemed that all the females in his pack were getting pregnant. Bass had no idea how they were all growing pups in them, it wasn't any of their seasons. Venus, Motif, and his wife Wren were all carrying, and it was none of their seasons. There was something in the water here... that was the only way that he knew how to explain it. Huffing, he hopped on top of his and Wren's den, the rock chilling his paw pads. Shivering he tipped back his head and let out a howl. With the amount of females in his pack as well as mated pairs, he knew that he needed to let everyone know that they were almost at their limit. There was hardly enough food as is, adding all the new little ones during the hardest season was not going to be easy. Unfortunately, this would mean that he would have to control the population somehow. It wasn't something that he wanted to do, but their two lands would not be able to support many more members. Leveling out his head, he wiggled his butt on the cold stone and waited for his pack to gather. OOC : Mandatory meeting! First round due by November 18th (one week from today}

Alvin was hiding in the grasses outside his den. Curled into a ball, he didn't want to be in the den with the rest of his family. But the cold would eventually make him give in and steal the heat from inside. He lifted his head to the sound of the Azat, and for a surprise he wouldn't be slow to answer. He hopped up, jumping around to get used to the chilly wind and then took off in a sprint toward Bass's den. He slowed down little as he approached, his hind legs hoping to slide into a stop. But he kept his eye on Bass the entire time he had spotted him. "Hey, what gives?" Not necessarily in a rude manor, more like he was actually interested in what the king had to say. But still, not quite appropriate in any way. Walk "Talk" Think

The boy was quickly turning into a guardian as he learned how to fight and honed his skills while learning other important skills he might need someday. He and Viv had been devout students and they practiced in what little spare time they had. They had been practicing offensive moves with each other when the call hit the air. Viv looked to Darrah and Darrah back at her. "Come on Viv, that's for us." He called out as he himself raced off towards Bass' call. He skidded to a halt, his monochromatic companion behind him. He grinned at his leader as he dipped his head. "Heylo Bass!"

DARRAH Walker

Dainty paws would carry her over the terra of Abaven, the cold of the winter was nearly upon them. Even now she could feel old man winter?s chilly embrace threatening to break through her thick pelt. She adored the winter though, the peacefulness of the snow and the beauty of the ice crystals. She was very much ready for the colder weather. These thoughts would linger on her mind as the sound of her brother?s voice would reach her dark ears. She was rather close to his location and would take no time to reach he and Wren?s shared den. Bicolored eyes would land on him as a smile tugged at her chocolatey lips. No discretion was given as she rushed to him, elevating her front half on the border to nuzzle at his strong neck. "Hello, brother." She?d say softly before retreating to the earth. She?d flash him one more smile before sitting to the left side of the rock, readying herself to greet her other siblings as well as listen to what her brother had to say. ""

A cry would call out just as Motif settled down for a nap. She sighed long and deep, staring at the conftable indent she had made in the earth with a longing sigh. She heaved herself back to her paws, feeling the weight of her passangers as she did so. She wasn't that big, but she was at a resonably round and clearly pregnant stage and she had the wooziness that came with it. In fact, as she roze she felt her stomach roll and she lurched more quickly to exit her den before the contents of her stomach came up. She growled at the bitter taste in her mouth before kicking dirt over the pile. She was starving, too, she was too proud to ask others to hunt for her and her own attempts where meager and her rewards small at best. The Queen did not delay any longer, but made her way in a rolling gain towards the direction of the howler. She ambled into the view after Rhythm, seeing her siblings together and offer them a tired smile before she started making her way towards them. She wasn't a motherly sort, in fact nothing in her personality told her she was right for pregnancy, yet here she stood.. heavily pregnant and hating every moment of it. She eyed the rock as Rhythm leaped back down after greeting Bass and settled beside the rock he adorned. She shuffled her way to his other side and looked up at their brother Alpha. ?If you want a kiss, your coming down to get it? she grumbled sourly out of the corner of her mouth for Bass and Rhythm's ears only before settling down on the earth. ""

 

Nona had approched the group slowly a rather distressed look upon her face from her constant running about to get her herb collection restocked for the coming seasons and very much the time when the others would begin to give birth to their pups. This had actually weighed heavily upon her at the thought that perhaps she wouldn't have a chance at having pups of her own but nonetheless she had Allen but where was he as of late. Granted she thought he was a busy man what with rank in the pack again but that didn't mean he could possibly be avoiding her, could it? she would have to try and speak to him later. For now she finally moved into the group and found a suitable spot to sit most likely off to the side where she wouldn't be taking center stage of Bass and Motif's attention. She sat there quietly keeping to herself wondering what this meeting would be about but wouldn't bother to ask as she would more than likely find out. For now though Nona didn't quite feel like a Vor here let alone a proper Kruni... was what Bass asked of her just words with no meaning. Hopefully she would get to see Allen but what would she do if she didn't she began to wonder. Nona would have to hope for the best if she didn't want Bass to figure out her current thoughts especially trying to hide her thoughts from Motif as it seemed she had too much to deal with right now. "Speech"

Venus had yet to show up, but that was alright with the male as he walked up to the others. His dark slate ears flicking as he settled himself rather stoically among the others. It was clear his attention was more swerved towards looking for his mate. He certainly hoped she hadn't run off over the pressure of having his children, the date for their birth was getting closer and closer. It sent a pit in his stomach, but also a spark of joy at the same time. Flesh and blood, something he didn't know he would have exist. Quelt had been different since last time he was in Abaven, he wasn't all chipper. He wore a warriors mask over his face, something a little less caring even if he did care about all these wolves. The darker side of him had been able to be embraced thanks to his lover. That was one thing he had the gods to thank for. Speech,

It was time to step up her game once more. She need not to be Bass' and Motif's timid little sister. Hell, she was the sister of the alphas. She should at least try to keep up, and with all of these wolves expecting out of season, oh dear. Hopefully nobody would have a massive litter of children. Just three little devils running around would be perfect from each expecting mother. Venus, Wren, and Motif were all expecting. Only thing, was that nobody really knew who the daddy of Motif's festering children were. It was definitely not a wolf of Abaven. Oh well. With a small bounce in her step, the girl settled in the crowd, her side pressing gently against her sister that was Rhythm. Her mistmatched gaze swept over the crowd, looking for that familiar golden and russet pelt, but it wasn't there. He hadn't been around for months it seemed, even in her own absence. Where was Xae, too? Mocha ears pressed against her head, eyes dulled, but she still remained incredulous, to hear what was in the waters of Abaven from Bass. "Speech"

He was not too far away from the call of a wolf. He was mildly enjoying his day searching for insects and practising leaps. But perhaps this chilly autumn day was not the best for exploring. He was not quite sure what to do, but he followed the paw steps of others. He always imagined meetings were for the older wolves but he could not resist to hear all the news. As one of the youngest members of the pack, it was important for him to know what was going on. Nimbly twisting and turning through the massive paws of the adult members, he found his brother close by. He sat down beside him while listening to the conversations of the gathering wolves. His leafy eyes soon found the muscular man who had called this meeting together. He had silky white fur covering his large frame with strange markings under his golden eyes. He looked like a fighter, strong, brave and an idol to the pup's eyes.

"Is that Bass?" He asked his brother curiously. He had heard little of the Abaven leader, but the name had been tossed around in his mind.

Nimble paws carried the dame over the land rather swiftly, she was out simply venturing around the land offering her help to those that needed it after the storm it, the howl from bass caused her to bound off towards the gathering land. With the current situation,lack of food, more mouths to feed and all that it was a common idea that the wolves would be sluggish and lacking energy, oddly enough this was the opposing side of Sable, with the few seasons here in this pack she had grown quite well and had filled out in wisdom and strength and so moved like she had springs attached on to her paws. Arriving on the scene, she sprung forwards,up and over the young pups that had sat down together{Tinaro} before she landed lightly on her paws a few steps before the two, flicking her tassel she turned to smile softly,"Hello there," she cooed softly before she flicked her gaze to bass and dipped her head in a greeting before she quickly hunted down a place to sit Walk "Talk" Think

Things were a lot better lately. Besides her pregnancy, of course. Her mood hasn't improved at all, she's just as snappy and as bitchy as ever. She's always hungry---she doesn't like to walk around to much. Constantly thirsty, constantly howling for Bass to cuddle her when she feels like shit. Ah, besides the little things, she was completely recovered from her illness. She was strong again. Able to speak without pausing, able to walk around without tripping over things and such. She was also gaining weight again. So...life could be worse. At least she was in Abaven, where she felt safe and protected. Speaking of which, it had come to her attention that two other dames were pregnant. Those in which were Venus and Motif. The beta and the secondary. How ironic. Bass' howl was instantly heard by her, being so close. After all, she was only curled up in their den, trying to get some sleep before the meeting. Seems she had been too late. A stubborn huff left her lips, and she slowly moved to her paws, crawling out of the den and shuttering as the wind kissed her peachy fur. Her minty gaze hardened. It was chilly...of course, on the day of the meeting. Wren found herself growling silently, as she turned her eyes up to Bass who stood nicely on the top of their den. "Not going up there," She muttered simply, crawling over to Rhythm and settling down beside her casually. The two of them had only talked and met recently. Even so, she found it okay to be sitting beside her.

Esperanza had just recently been focusing on the world around her, emerald optics shimmering a light green hue as the sunlight reflected off her eyes. Her lobes perked forward at the sound of the alpha calling for everyone's attention for a meeting. She stood upward and howled that she was coming and began to walk toward where the pack was to be having the gathering, her nose twitching as she caught the alpha's scent, eyes perplexed on the vision of all the wolves whom were in her pack as she sat in the front row, bowing her crown respectively to the two wolves who were her successors, or alphas such as many say.



"How are you all, today?" she asked them, soon lying down as she began to have grey around her muzzle as well as chin. She would be getting older soon, and without a second thought, if she were to die without a second thought, her pups would be alone and have no one to take care of them. She would need to focus and earn good trust with the pack, for her pups needed to live, for she paid no heed to herself perishing, her little ones were all that mattered to her right now.

Mingan had been too busy to sleep the day away to even care that a pack meeting had been called. His mother, and some of his siblings were already there as he could hear the sound of his mother's howl, causing him to stand upright and go down in a defensive posture, almost as if he was under attack by someone else. He sighed, seeming to act stupid as the sound of some wolves talking caused the small little pup to cock his head to the side and walked over to where the pack meeting was held, soon sitting in front of his mother as her long paws almost acted like a dome of protection.

"Hello alpha dude," he spoke and soon yawned, soon lying back down and closed his eyes to sleep. He didn't really care about pack meetings, for he was good, but never one to pay attention to meetings. The sounds of speaking and muttering broke him out of his trance, which was sleep, soon sighing and decided to just wake up, sitting upon his haunches, and waited to see what the alphas had to say to them.

When Allen approached his gait was slow, pained. The reason why was clear to anyone off to the left of him -- a wound upon his left shoulder, not exactly looking the best, and quite possibly infected. The man would be damned if he was kept from Abaven, however... away from home. His mate. His eyes were pained, but Allen wore that gentle smile, trying to hide it all behind his usual mannerisms. He wasn't afraid of some cut... Nona would tend to it once the meeting was over and they figured out what it was their dearest alpha needed. He would move up beside the brown woman, giving her a gentle, apologetic look. "Forgive me for disappearing on you... I ran into a bit of trouble... I'll explain later." He'd give her a gentle lick on the cheek before giving a nod to Bass. His eyes would then find Quelt. The man held a different look than the one Allen knew... and the calico gentleman was honestly a bit concerned for him. Should he be? Allen furrowed his brow. There was... a lot he needed to do now that he was back. ""

It would seem like all the females in his every day life were quite grumpy. He couldn't help but chuckle as both Motif and his wife said that they were not pulling themselves up to his rock. "I will install a ramp for next time." He teased, licking both of their cheeks in turn. He had returned Rhy's greeting, and watched as the mass gathered. There were some wolves missing, his frown seen to all. But he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, eyes resting on Alvin as he was the first to speak. He wanted to be close to Chrono's children, these were the second pups to have lost their father while in his lands. He needed to make sure that they were safe and sound, well protected. He hoped that Esper felt the support as well, he didn't want to see her suffer because he could not offer a helping hand. He paused when Allen pranced in, waiting to see if any others would show. After a few moments he cleared his throat to gather the attention of his pack. He loved seeing them all gather around his rock, he adored to see his pack all in one place. "Greetings members of Abaven. I called you here today to speak of our dire need of population control." He paused, eyes casting to all the woman who were with pups at the moment. "Our lands can only support so many of us, and I fear with these litters coming that our numbers will get too high. This is a hard season to be bringing pups in in, the prey is harsh and the cold even worse. So unfortunately, if any of you plan on having pups it will need to be cleared by me first." He made a face, he really hated this idea but it was all he could think about. If they got too full, the pack would start to grow hungry. "I know that this isn't the ideal thing, and trust me, I don't want to hear about all the details." He teased, trying to lighten the subject somewhat. Clearing his throat again, he quickly pushed away from that topic. "That being said, we need to start training, and the pack needs to be fed. Darrah, I would like you to work with Esper's pups, show them a few moves that we have worked on, and possibly even take them hunting for small game. Of course, if that is okay with their mother." He said, gaze moving towards the dark female. He then looked over to Darrah, his smile wide. The boy was ready for more responsibility. "As for hunting, who can I count on to follow me after this meeting? There is a small herd of elk that is passing through the rapids. There is one hurt, twisted back leg it seems. This will be a good target for us, and an easy take down close to home. They are thin deer, not as fat as in the summer, but food is food." He wouldn't be above taking carrion either, if that was all that they could find. Looking around his gathered pack, he waited for the voiced to chip in.

He picked up bits of information from the leader's speech, trying to hold an important and intently listening stance. His eyes widened when his ears picked up the word "litters". Was the leader talking about the current Abaven pups or future litters? Wait, there were going to be more pups? More pups than his brothers and himself?
Before getting overly excited about having new friends, the pup looked desperately around for this Darrah. His eyes lit up when he spotted the young white furred male. Having a bit of training sounded much more better than having more friends. And all he needed was approval from his mother and he would finally get a mentor! He quickly scampered over to Esperanza like a twisting brown shape.
"Can we mum? Can we?"

 

Darrah sat attentive as always as the meeting started and Bass spoke about the pack size and how pups were going to have to be cleared through him. Darrah understood where the leader was coming from and giggled a bit when Bass mentioned not wanting to hear about the details that led to conception. Then Bass directed the meeting focus towards himself (Darrah) and the boy's mouth gaped open. Bass wanted him to teach the new pups? Could he do it? He could barely do it himself. He gave a wide grin to Vivianna before looking towards Esper with a hopeful look in his eye. He only hoped she agreed to allowing him to teach her children.

The boy's focus transferred off to another idea completely. He hadn't been allowed to learn a few moves until he was one! These pups were still just that... pups. They were barely a season old! That left an almost bitter taste in his mouth and Viv gave him a slight shove with her paw to get his focus back. "If she agrees than of course I'll teach them. Whatever I can do to help!" He agreed with a smile while he pushed his own issues to the back of his head. He gave a quick glance to Quelt and then Bass and then Viv before he started to plot out the lessons in his mind.

DARRAH Walker

 

Soon enough, Tinaro would follow after the call just like Alvin did. The soiled boy didn't notice until the tiny voice hit his ears. Which made then pull slightly back, made it look more intense than annoyed, but he still answered the question that his brother asked, without moving his gaze from Bass. "Yeeup." He extended in agreement. Though his attention would whip his head to the black woman came and sat beside them. A scowl hit his features, but then he slowly turned his eyes back to Bass. That was just as Bass laid eyes on him, and the boy would lift a brow to the man's interest. But soon the meeting would start. Tinaro would burst out at their mother, that Alvin hadn't even noticed was there and completely missed her greeting to them. He questioned to himself it it was the black  lady that sat beside them, but someone else had spoken out and Alvin would let out a sigh. He didn't need help, he was too awesome for help. His reaction was vastly different than his brother's. But what would other's see more? His unsatisfied expression, or Tinaro's bouncy actions? Walk "Talk" Think

She'd smile at Bass's returned affection as she took hr seat, bright eyes searching for her sister's form. Motif's wide frame would make her way to Rhythm's side, she'd nuzzle into her sister's neck while giggling about her words to Bass. She would scoot closer to her sister as she would focus on Bass as he started the meeting. He'd start with telling the pack they needed to arrange permission before bringing anymore lives into the pack. She could agree to his opinion, knowing that he was very right. She wasn't really disturbed because of her lack of interest in reproducing anyway. She would happily focus on the children being born into the pack with out adding her own. Her brother would offer the next order of business, training. He wouldn't mention her, or anything she should be thinking about as he went on. Her ears would fall to her head as he would continue on about a hunt afterwards. She knew she could help with that. Rhythm could run like the wind, if they needed this wounded creature brought down easily all they'd have to do was run it to death. She wouldn't even have to practice her healing after the hunt. Visibly perking she would look to her littermate excitedly, "I will hunt with you, brother!" ""

The ebony woman would catch the speaking of all the wolves that surrounded the meeting place. That was when Esperanza began to feel pain throughout her body, her eyes becoming blurry as she only heard about her pups. Her emerald eyes shifted over to her son's as they asked her about hunting training. She looked to them and nodded as she soon walked back out of the meeting. Illness was something that she hardly had anymore.

She walked back to her den and lied down, coughing, wheezing, as every breath she took, shooting pain surrounded her body.