News Has Reached The Single Ear

[Carcharoth]

Whilst on the borders of the Balkan terrain, an enormous male had managed to pick up on the wind with a single, erect aud - that a female had given birth. Her song, and that too of her mate's, had travelled this wide distance and, thanks to the male being in the right place at the right time, he'd heard it too. A wry grin krep up his white flecked muzzle as his bulk turned from the borders and dove straight into the Balkan mist, his ebony pelt consumed by the darkness and vegetation. Large paws on thick, sturdy legs carried the beast into the heart of the Balkar's terrain, his sensetive nasal picking up on the scent of his First or Second, who ever came to him first, and followed it till he came to a wide clearing where a tall boulder stood proudly to the north. He'd reached the Meeting Place and this was where he could scent Serg strongest. Clearly his First had been here only moments before he'd arrived, or was still here but evading sight.

Growling deeply he scanned the dwell with his one good emerald green orb, the other, milky and empty, merely followed his good eye's gaze but took in nothing of what it saw. Knowing fine well that his alpha was close by, Carcharoth chuckled darkly before sitting back on his massive haunches, thick pelt and loose skin sagging around his belly as his thick tail curled neatly around his limbs. Grunting as a slow ache took hold of his burning muscles, the male let out a sharp bark, calling to Serg. "Come out sir, there is news on the wind...and it's news that I know you will lavish."

[Serg]

blood and shadows and murky waters, at least, that was what he dreamt of this night. not that these type of dreams bothered him. for the First of the Balkar was well aware that other wolves called these sorts of dreams 'nightmares'. and they were not well loved amongst these soft-hearted witless fools. Serg cared not. he was not afraid of anything life could throw at him, never mind a dream. he had steeled himself past that, and he knew better. if the cowards could not put up with the own imaginings of their minds, Serg could not fathom how they survived the winter.

the overshadowed alcove in which he was currently concealed in, was probably not the best place in which to sleep. but he had been on ceaseless patrol, other vargs would cross his path and make him turn from his original destination to maintain his solitude. now the branches, bare save for the white covering of ice that crusted and covered their bark, hung over him. so dense, they cast dark shadow over the small alcove. and his midnight black pelt blending into the darkness. his fiery amber eyes concealed under blackened eyelids.

a charred ear twitched once, twice, then once more, a deep rumbling noise in his throat emerged from parting lips as a savage growl, and Serg's head jolted upright. the noise of someone calling him out of so-called hiding rousing him from his rest. "...news on the wind... and its news that i know you will lavish." the voice promised. growling quietly the newly-awakened Dragga took an instant longer than he might normally have to recognise the voice as belonging to the Lead Lacan, Carcharoth. and, news he will like? a pinky tongue emerged and licked coal-stained maw hungrily as Serg stretched his great bulk and prowled out of the shadows.

'news my Lacan? what news might this be?' he growled as he padded towards him, finally settling himself back on his haunches as he reached the Balkar.

[Carcharoth]

Watching as Serg emerged sluggishly from the fog, his grin broadening further with the First's reply, Carcharoth merely chuckled darkly before continuing. "Well it gives me great pleasure in announcing to you that your foul plan against Cwen and Draeg may now begin. News which has been brought on the wind from Ge-Rad itself. Their little runt which is worth so much to you, has been born," he growled deeply, observing Serg's muzzle for any signs of shock, surprise or just simply pure delight and malice.
His single aud remained perked and alert whilst his blind, shimmering white orb stared deep into his Dragga's eyes. Though this was disresectful, it was not meant to cause any discomfort. After all, he could hardly control his bad eye from staring in any other direction bar anywhere it fancied, for it carried no pupil except that of a faint dark circle which once could have been named one.

Growling deeply, Carch flicked his tail and blinked, adding further speech to his statement before his First could speak. "And from the wind's speech, it is said that this cub is the only one of the litter...the rest never made it through her labour," this brought even more pleasure to the ebony varg's mind. He chuckled coldly at the thought and his entire body shook with the manic laughter, his loose skin trembling with the jerky movements.

[Serg]

a grim smile spread across the Dragga's lips. finally. what he had been waiting for and hoping and planning for for so long would now begin. amber eyes lighting with a malicious fire Serg laughed. 'thats good news my Lacan. good news.' Seg barely noticed Carcharoth staring deep into his eyes. he knew well enough by now the state of the Lead Lacan's state of mind. and he was not one to question it, for there had been more than one occasion where his so-called sanity was pushed to the very extreme edges. and not every member of his packs were all there. so to speak.

laughing to himself, Serg began to turn away, althogh the movement came to an abrupt halt at the next piece of Carcharoth's news. the only cub? a dark smile widened to a grin of pure malice. Cwen's only cub of her second litter. how perfect that was. meaning that Lheaht would not have the chance to kill any pups today, but it also meant more emotional pain for the parents he so depised. 'Wolfbane smiles down on us today...' he muttered.

shaking his jet-black pelt as if to rid himself of all physical signs of sleep, Serg lifted his muzzle to the air, a howl rang out over the Balkar lands, and into the reaches of Sarnes. summoning to him those whom he needed for his plan. Carcharoth and Shunké, Lacan and Nietan, would be by his side. looking liek representatives from both of his packs. he would distract the Alphas for as long as Lheaht needed. then, they would show the pack of GeRad how well they could fight. they woudl be driven out in the end, but they didnt plan on making it easy for them.