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Post by Lark on Jan 28, 2017 22:19:50 GMT -7
Lark had a very simple job. She stalked and paced the border of the mountain pass carefully, tense, ready for anyone seeking to slip past her senses. The Aldiren, Calla, had sent the female out to see that the other border had been guarded. Kitchi had seen to the border near the River. The snow appeared disarray from her constant pacing. She needed to. The area was open and the wind strong at the mountain base. The females thick coat served her well enough. Lark knew that her history suggested she be the Aldiren, but the female liked Calla well enough. Grimthorne, as Lark believed, had deserted his mate and left the pack to die. The enemy had made things so difficult. It was unclear of the reason why Grimthorne had truly departed from them. Taken prisoner or killed, they may never know. Lark didn't care about him. She served Calla and her Leader of the Zaron, Angel. Lark had been waiting to be relieved, but she had to remind herself that the pack was small. Perhaps soon, a member would relieve her. She was hungry after all.
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Post by Angel on Feb 1, 2017 17:33:31 GMT -7
She trailed in the snow cautiously, her coat desieved her but she did not care to much of it. She was on a mission, Calla's words rhythmically repeated in head. Passing a tree line, she caught Lark's scent and follows it in its direction, the scent getting stronger as she approached Lark closer from behind. "Lark, report." Her posture appeared larger showing her strength, dominance, and leardership owning up to her role in the pack.
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Post by Lark on Feb 1, 2017 21:50:20 GMT -7
Lark continued to pace as she always did, head low against a wind that picked up slightly. The wolf who approached her was down wind. Lark wouldn't have known where she was if she hadn't spoken. The female paused in her track, standing at attention for a moment before turning her head to see who was demanding a report from her. The Zaron relaxed only slightly at the sight of her Leaders presence. She felt relieved to finally be unassigned from the border at last. The female knew the protocol of course and lowered her head, facing the skinny she wolf fully as she spoke. "Nothing stirs." She said with confidence. She had inspected the carcass from afar and decided she would put Angel at ease. "It was a deer. Long dead. Another attempt to steel from the only caribou heard still in the area." Lark said in a serious tone. She glanced behind her at the border, feeling like she was being watched. It had been hard for the pack in general and Lark knew the Zarons needed to stay keen on their toes, by order of the Aldiren Calla of course.
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Post by Angel on Feb 2, 2017 8:39:58 GMT -7
She nods at the wolf, in acception of her report she is relieved. "Good work, warrior. You are relieved of duty. The Aldiren, Calla wants you to report back home. But before you go, I wish to ask you something." She walks up closer to the edge of the border peering out into the foggy abyss the hair on the back of her neck stands up in alert. Her ears rotating in every direction listening for any movement within ghe snow, "Any movement from the enemy? Scouts?" She states asking a more serious question from the Zaron.
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