GO CHECK REGIUM'S PAGE FOR ACTIVITY REQUIREMENTS. THESE ARE STARTING TO TAKE EFFECT OFFICIALLY ON JANUARY 3RD.

At the peak of dawn, she crept from her den. After disentangling herself from her children, of course. Their den had seemed to grow smaller with the arrival of the five pups. Five. What an unholy number. The youngest- was clinging to life, doing better in spite of her pitiful arrival into the world. At least she wasn't dead yet. Shaking herself to clear those thoughts from her mind, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. In her last meeting, she'd said she was going to hold trials for the remaining high ranks- and she could think of no better time to do so. With a wicked grin, she set off- wishing to put some distance between her and her sleeping children, yet also wishing not to go to far in case she needed to get to them quickly. Her den was nearly strategically placed near the pines, but in the depths of the Red Wood forest. She halted at the clearing of land where the two forests bordered, with a slight smirk. This would be a perfect place to hold spars- should enough contestants appear.  She tossed her head into the air and let out a loud summons- hoping to have timed it to wake up her wolves. If they wanted responsibility- they would have to get used to a disrupted sleeping pattern. As her call rang through the forest, she would grow quiet, studying the icy lands around her. This time just before sunrise was so.. quiet.        Speech,

OOC NOTES: 

These trials are to determine which wolves are fit for the other beta position as a Lord or Lady of Regium. They will also hopefully bring some candidates forward to be either the Commander or General or lead hunters and warriors of Regium. 

Should your wolf be interested in trying out for these ranks- expect to have to spar. Deadline for this is... Jan 17th. 

Drashiel, Athena, Amalia, and Talvi are welcomed to attend but are not required. 

Drashy will watch the babies, while Roman is away. :)

Drashiel Armada

For the moment Drashiel was sleeping in another den, near to his wife and children but all the same it felt oddly far away.  They had plans to rennovate the den and make it a bit larger to accommodate the massive litter that had far exceeded their expectations.  Drashiel was ready for two maybe three pups but five?  Well, when they were old enough to start venturing out he'd take the time to clean out and resize the den but for now he rested alone.   Drashiel heard Roman's call and jolted awake and quickly extricated himself from the den.  Shaking out his coat he readjusted his armlet before…. well before hesitating.  No… he really didn't want to leave the pups unguarded and with the typical caretakers ill…. no, no.  He'd look after them for a bit.  Drashiel returned Roman's howl letting her know he'd stay and watch the kids so she could tend to her Queenly duties and maybe take a break from the duties of a mother.  It would be good for her to get out and stretch her legs. Spring was beginning to arrive but here in the far north it remained bitterly cold.  Drashiel carefully slipped in the den and wrapped himself around his children, pulling them close to keep their little bodies warm til his Queen returned.

When he was not exploring the lands around Regium the young Armada was usually easily found within the confines of the red forest. He found he enjoyed the company of the massive trees, he knew that as soon as he could his den would be moved out here somewhere. Though the orning had yet to even appear around them Bacchus was already out in the cold, his habit of walking the perimeters had stuck with him, even though he and Talvi had seen nothing on the patrol she'd taken him on. Eager paws would eat up the earth as he walked along the well worn path. He hadn't expected to hear the call of Roman, the boy would perk at the sound. Though he was far too young to hold any position of power he was curious about the goings on, and was eager to satisfy that hunger. Long legs would carry him closer to the pines, his bright ruby gaze would catch sight of the pale she wolf, her form much slimmer without the gaggle of children within her. He'd smile lightly as he came to a halt at the tree line. Bacchus didn't want to get in the way, but he had to see what was going on. ""

Talvi had of course secured herself her rank underneath her sister's rule and whilst the crown had changed hands she had been fortunate enough to keep it. She had been curious about when the trials for the other ranks would begin, wondering who would take the second beta rank and who else might travel up through the ranks of Regium. At last it seemed that the call would finally come bright and early one morning. Talvi had been resting at the time, not quite fully asleep though not completely awake either. She would stir as the call rang through the lands and whilst her attendance was not required, she was of course intrigued and thought perhaps it would look good and set a strong example if she made the effort to attend. A more abrupt start to the morning than she had intended though after a brief stretch, the girl was up and soon found herself meandering through the trees to reach the clearing that Roman had selected. "I think you're still a little young to be a Lord just yet Bacchus." She commented as she paused at the tree line upon seeing the boy. "Come with me though." She encouraged with a small nudge as she continued towards the Queen. "Morning Roman, I hope you don't mind a few spectators."

The call didn't wake Satu, who hadn't been asleep though she was still curled in her den. She'd been staring contemplatively at the dirt floor of the little den beneath a fallen pine, having been awake for several hours trying to force herself back to sleep. Sleep hadn't come, as it hadn't for a while now. Night seemed the worst time, all the stress and fears for her family members suddenly looming large enough to devour her. Who was taking care of Anthem? How were the pups being treated? Where the hell was Song? Her thoughts chased each other around her mind endlessly, and she couldn't shut them off long enough to sleep. It didn't help that she'd started her heat cycle, so she had the added discomfort and constant annoyance and moodswings from that. In short, Roman's call was a welcome distraction. She had no training in her chosen field so there was little point in competing for the positions unless no one else stepped up because why would Roman want an untrained beta or lead warrior? Still, she could at least provide a challenge for the would-be leaders so Roman could decide if she wanted them in that rank, so when she wandered into the group she plopped herself down in front of Roman rather than with the spectators. Where was Drashiel? Well, probably with the pups - it looked like Roman had already popped them out. D'awwww Daddy Drashiel. Good luck with the little monsters she thought privately in his general direction. "Hey Roman," she yawned, sleep deprivation roughening her voice into a rumble. "I'll compete in your trials if that's ok." ""

(Vesta needs friends... or to be social because I suck)

She had just managed to pull off her first birthday, her eyes filled with pride. She could survive anything if she had survived her first year in the hell that was the living world. She had a wicked grin as she ran through the trees to her home, her nose tracing down the scents of prey. She was prepared for anything that could happen... or so she thought. She heard the call for wolves come from her Aunt whom she had slowly grown to like and respect so Vesta would answer the call with one of her own as she ran towards the source. She was one... she had no fight experience but what better way to get it than to compete in the trials that her aunt could put them all through. She wanted the beta rank and perhaps she had enough beginners luck to actually pull it off. She arrived on scene with a grin before speaking. "I accept your challenge."