Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

He padded along the border, dragging a large hide stacked with flat stones behind himself. Whenever he found a spot in the low beginnings of a wall on the border where he felt a stone would fit, he paused, picked up a stone, and worked it into place. He was lost in thought, applying a fresh layer of scent where it was needed as he went on his way, until the hide was empty once more. He surveyed the wall. With everyone helping, it reached as high as his hocks. Not high, but it could stop a small pup, he figured. There were openings now and then, wherever he’d marked out main deer and elk trails, and the bison paths, to allow these prey animals access to the plains and the brows within. He pondered, however, if the stones alone wouldn’t be enough, or would slide with time. He wondered about the similar wooden fences he’d seen at the range, Tornach’s work, and he decided he’d have to make a trip to see his brother, though he had to wonder if he’d have time. After all, he would have much in the way of training the youngsters of the pack in fighting, and monitoring the pack’s activity. They were dangerously close to the maximum capacity that the two lands they ruled could support. He needed to either make space, or work to expand the territory. He huffed out a sigh and frowned across the plains. The simplest solution at a glance would be to remove wolves from the pack that weren’t pulling their weight in a noticeable, sustainable way. But so many of the pack here were family, or had family here. He couldn’t be lax, even with his own family, no matter how hard it was, but he was loath to part families from each other. A soft huff escaped again and he padded toward the meeting stone, leaping up and settling on his haunches, gazing out. The other option was fraught with risks. Expansion through conquest. That in itself had sticky points. Nearly all the packs he knew and was acquainted with were allies, or led by family. He could never stomach going up against Fiori, Lirim, or Abaven in order to expand his resources. Nor would he raid against them. Talis carried members of the Ancora family, cousins to Justice, Valor, Paladin, and Exodus. A rough bark of laughter escaped him. Family everywhere. Not only were those wolves cousins to wolves in his own pack, but Avalon was family by adoption. Therefore, so were her children. As far as he was concerned, he’d rather not start problems with family or friends. A gruff sigh mingled with a slight squint of his eyes, toes flexing to scrape claws against stone. Either way he looked, there were problems, but this was part of leadership. It was something he would have to ask the rest of the pack for their thoughts and opinions on. Perhaps next meeting.

She was out today, on her own. Nova was starting to annoy her and chasm was starting to worry her. Her solution to the problem she was currently working on. The problem was of course herself. Everyone seemed like they cared for her but she felt like she was a burden and that they secretly resented her. She had come to the border now sitting and her blind eyes narrowed in concentration. She knew it was tall but she didn't know how tall. She'd have to either climb it or jump it. She was facing it. The thought of running away didn't scare her one bit but it was the conclusion she had come to that would fix this. After all she couldn't just poof away her blindness or differences. Her ears folded back.

She stood then and placed a flailing paw on the wall after two or three tries to find it. Once it was there she knew the work was half done. She walked herself until she was standing with both front paws on the wall, one higher than the other. She was feeling for the top. She growled out in frustration when she couldn't find the top. Then she bounced up trying to reach the top. Her landing was less than graceful. She ended up on her side with a frustrated look at the wall though she couldn't see it. She knew it's general position though. She'd have to find a lower spot.

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

He had spent several more long moments in deep thought, but still with no satisfactory outcome. So, with a sigh, he rose, stretched and yawned, shaking away his thoughts for the time being. It never hurt to make another sweep, and he could always drag more stones to the wall. He was surprised to see a multicolored flash of rainbow hues up ahead as he made his way back to the wall—a pup trying to climb the wall. A deep frown puckered his brow as he watched, pausing for a moment. From the way she moved, he guessed this was Argus. He knew, had known from the first time he’d seen her at the meeting, that she was blind. His head lifted as he scanned the countryside beyond the wall. No outside threats this time, but if there had been, she would make an easy, fast grab kind of snack for a large predator. A slow shake of his head preceded his quiet approach. He wouldn’t be surprised if she felt him coming through the light vibrations in the ground, or the shiff of his paws in the grass—she may have been visually handicapped, but that only made her sense of hearing, touch, and smell twice as sensitive as those senses made up for the lack of vision. “And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The deep rumble was stern, even if it was a gentle tone. He waited, giving her a chance to explain herself.