Shelter from Bitterness (Anyone)

[Krystal Zanguzen]

Fernis’ eye was on a steady decent westward from his place of reign in the heavens. The skies around him blended in his array of color. Chilling winds quickly brought with them clouds of gray, as they gradually began to dampen Fernis’ remaining light and warmth. Snow had begun to fall since Tor’s eye last stood over the Timber Varg. If that were any indication of how this night would be, Krystal knew that she would soon have to find shelter from the coming wind and snow. The icy wind worked its bitterness down through her soft and silky black fur, down to her bones, as the cold seemed to gnaw at her very insides. Her tail lay limp, and dragged along behind her in the snow. She had been following a river for several suns. Thus was the life of any Kerl, to try and find her place in this world. The river seemed like a good place to start.

Unlike other wolves, she was not genuinely afraid of the water. Since the Zanguzen wolves were often praised for there unusual ability to catch fish at an amazing success rate, Krystal had grown a fondness towards water. She often found herself gazing at her own reflection, for she remembered vaguely being told that she looked remarkably like her mother. But a couple suns ago, while tracking a hare, the Fae wandered too far from the river’s hymns. And since then has been wandering unknown lands. Night would soon be upon the Kerl, and she again found herself in lands she was unfamiliar with. The life of a Kerl was difficult for any Varg. Wolves tended to do better in the wild among pack life. With winter quickly approaching, Krystal knew that surviving the season by herself would prove a colossal task for any Kerl. Gusts continued to blow westward, causing some snowflakes to find their place of rest on Krystal’s fur.

Along with snowflakes, came the collective scents of Vargs. Krystal froze in her tracks; she had unknowingly wandered into lands of a pack. Raising her muzzle towards the heavens, the Fae sang Tratto’s blessing toward the heavens. Winds carried her song due west for miles on out. Echoing around each stripped down tree. Winter had worked its magic on the land, leaving life and Lera scarce. Krystal continued her way onward, each paw pad sunk an inch or more underneath the blanket of white. Her breath formed mist with each exhale. Tired blue and green optics scanned the surroundings, hoping to find some form of Shelter from Bitterness.

[Draeg]

The evening the sky glittered softly in the failing twilight as the heavens soaring high above the realm of Transylvania unleashed the first vestige of snow upon the unsuspecting world, the shimmering white crystals flooding in the air in a flurry of intricate patterns and elaborate designs. Gust of wind shaped the landscape, sending countless numbers of the diminutive ice crystals blowing in every which direction throughout the arctic expanse of the meadow now turned tundra and forming mounds of sleet and snow across the once flat terra. Despite the chilling winds and biting cold that enveloped the land Draeg lay dozing peacefully in wake of the storm, his amber form curled comfortably in a tight ball amidst the legion of white crystals.

Having been born and raised in the far off mountains of Skein the dozing Dragga had experienced harsher winters and was quite used to dealing with the near sub-arctic temperatures of the Transylvanian wilderness, his exceptionally thick pelt preventing him from feeling the full extent of the storm so that his body hardly registered the effects of the cold through the repeating layers of fur even beneath the frozen surface. Still sound carried through the dense white powder and the torpid varg began to stir as the symphonious song of Tratto’s Blessing abruptly tore through the heavens, penetrating the cavern wall and rousing the slumbering dragga. Letting out a loud yawn and lifting his head from between his paws Draeg found his ears perking to the still echoing song of passage, the notes carrying a ring of familiarity with them as they carried through the evening air.

Rising to his feet he set out to investigate, breaking into a steady trot as huge padded paws carried him across the seemingly desolate frozen wasteland, allowing him run on top of the dense white powder with the greatest of ease. Slowing his pace as he neared the border the amber dragga immediately set about trying to determine the whereabouts of his mysterious visitor, spotting her wandering aimlessly through the snow a moment later. Letting out a slight bark to signal his arrival Draeg took a moment to examine the newcomer, eying her wearily as he made his approach. She looked to be about his age with silky black fur that ran across the length of her body and strange markings on her shoulder, though perhaps most interesting of all were her eyes, one was bright blue like the summer sky while the other was an emerald green. Like her voice she seemed vaguely familiar though Draeg found himself having trouble remember exactly who she was, especially since she bore a striking resemblance to… “Krystal?”

((Sorry for the delay, I'll try to reply faster next time -sighs- the last paragraph sucks))

[Krystal Zanguzen]

The wind seemed to steadily increase in ferocity, as Krystal continued to make her way through the blanket of white. Chilling winds surrounded and compressed the She-Varg’s form. Making it more difficult too take in life giving breath. Vision was becoming even more meager by the second, the smell of ice and water filling her nostrils. Fearing that she might be straying too close to a watery grave, Krystal froze in her tracks. Her black paws sank into the snow, the powdery white piling up close to her joints now, icy bitterness trying to make its way through her fur. It was only at that moment when a bark pierced the frost bitten sky. Krystal’s ears shot up, scanning the area around her like radar dishes. All the Fae could see was a world covered in a gray haze of blur, with the occasional shadow form of some tree. For a moment, there were only the hymns of nature’s fury. An ominous feeling began to take hold of the Kerl. Something in the back of her mind telling Krystal that there were now luminous eyes focused on her.

For a brief second, the glitter of two amber orbs sliced the now grayish reality, making contact with Krystal’s optic senses. The Fae turned her gaze in their general direction, only to see them once again disappear in a gray haze. With her sense of sight and smell now distorted by the environment, Krystal reverted to the only way left she could communicate. Lifting her tired head toward the heavens, she let out a long, heartrending howl that seems to cut the very fog itself. The song was simply, “I’m lost, alone, and don’t know where too go.” It was an act of desperation. Krystal knew that staying out in these conditions was a death sentence, a slow and icy ticket into the gates of Tor’s garden that she didn’t want to take if she could help it. But the Fae knew that someone was with her. Friend or Foe at this point didn’t matter to the Kerl. Too tired to fight, she waited for the wolf who had barked to step closer into view, hoping that perhaps Krystal had found a friendly face.

“Krystal…” Her name echoed into the Fae’s ears, turned sinister by the raging winds. Had Krystal’s ears deceived the She-Varg? Was Wolfbane’s storm now playing a malicious, twisted game with the Fae’s head? Quickly she spun her head around, scanning for the source of whoever spoke her name. Still she saw only gray haze and random shadows. It seemed like the very land itself was playing tricks with the Kerl’s head. Desperate for an answer, her mind pondered on the thought of Fernis, god of the sun calling out to her, declaring to Krystal that it was now time to depart from this mortal plain. Or worse, images of torture and anguish by the paws of Wolfbane played over Krystal’s blue and green optics. “It can’t be.” Krystal thought, as she shook her head and body violently in an attempt to purge herself of these thoughts as well as some displaced snowflakes. Krystal waited, and listened.

(OOC: Sorry about the last paragraph, I couldn't tell if Draeg was calling out too her, or if he was talking in his mind. I'll change it if I'm wrong)

[Kaemon]

// Hope you don't mind me popping in!//

The pup’s leaps and bounds to catch fluttering snowflakes falling through the air was a sure sign of winter. Well- the snow alone could have tipped anyone off. But it was the winter that made young Kaemon especially hyper; perhaps due to the fact that he was born around this time of year. Yes, the youngest of Ge-Rad was now a year old, even though he didn’t really look or act like it.

Born of a hybrid and pure blood, Kaemon took the traits of his mother. His coat was a reddish tan, with a small snout and round pointed ears. His tail was semi curled, and only fluffed on the bottom. And most importantly- he was short. Well, shorter than most vargs, that was. Even at a full grown height, Kaemon was about an ear and a half shorter than his Grandfather, Draeg. As little as his body was, he was well built, a definite trait from his father who happened to be a warrior. Kaemon hoped that one day, he would make his father proud by following in his footsteps. His jaws may be small, but he held a lot of power behind them. Both physical, and spiritual.

It had been a while since Kaemon had ventured from boundary to boundary in the territory, since his last encounter with his father. It seemed that Koan was busy these days, doing Tor knows what. At one point, it bugged Kaemon a lot. But now, he was used to it, and a little older and understanding. However, his mother, Lydair, had seemed to disappear completely. No one seemed to know where she had gone off too, not even Draeg or Koan. He doubted Caoimhe did either, but it had been ages since he last saw her. She skipped off to another pack moons ago, List, was it?

And now, Kaemon and Koan were the only ones left of his family of five. He did, however, still have Grandda Draeg, Grandma Cwen, Auntie Uskiya and Firefly, and Uncle Trile and Shako. Not to mention, all of his cousins running around. Perhaps that’s why he stayed, because the pack, his family. Still, it wasn’t the same as his mother or siblings.

Kaemon shuffled his paws in the snow a bit, occasionally biting it’s cold surface. His tail was held high in the air, as auds stood erect. Only did his head lift, at the sound of Tratto’s Blessing.

It had been a long time since he heard that call, hardly anyone was around. But he was curious, to see who was passing through now. Fighting the nipping winds, the male trudged through the snow, leaping every now and then. He stopped, only when his chocolate eyes came upon that familiar amber coat of his Grandfather’s.

“Gandda Draeg?” Kaemon asked, his head cocked with curiosity. Only now, edging closer, could he see a form of another. A Faemme, who’s coat was black as coal, yet underbelly and neck was white as snow. Her eyes- soft, and crystal blue, yet with a hint of green. Kaemon walked a few paces closer, standing only a tail away from the great gold Dragga.“Grandda, who is that?” he whispered softly. “Is she friend?”

[Draeg]

Ignoring the blinding snow Draeg looked on the proceedings with mild amusement, watching as Krystal struggled to determine his location in the haze of snow and ice. “I can see how that would be a problem.” he howled, responding to her previous call. Huge paws carrying him forward he began making his way towards the frostbitten fae, snow flaking from his trotting form with each simple step. He froze as another voice caught his attention, it was soft, barely above a whisper, and Draeg found that he had to strain his ears just to hear it over the howling winds but the amber varg recognized it all the same. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder Draeg couldn’t help but smile as he found himself looking upon the familiar form of his grandson standing behind him. “So you’re finally back eh?”

Despite his position as self-appointed grandfather to his adopted son’s offspring there were times when Draeg felt that he didn’t deserve the title, while he cared deeply for each of them as fiercely as any real grandparent truth be told Draeg hardly knew anything about any of his grandpups save for a few tidbits he had picked up from listening to Koan and Lydair. He chuckled as he recalled the day they had been born, remembering how he had done his best to comfort Koan while they had attended to Lydair before finally be driven away by a very protective Cwen. Unfortunately that had been about as much contact Draeg had had with them, the amber varg hadn’t seem much of the trio since then due to the fact that his duties as Dragga had kept him from spending any real time with his own pups much less his adopted grandpups. Kop’s capture hadn’t really helped the matter as it had forced him to abandon Ge-Rad in order to rescue his son from the hold of man, needless to say Draeg hadn’t exactly been a stellar role model for anyone in the past several moons or so.

Still looking down at Kaemon he couldn’t help but marvel at home much the pup had grown in the last year. The end result of a union between a broken warrior by the name of Koan and the hybrid healer Lydair his mothers genes being the predominate traits in his genetic makeup Kaemon took after his mother more than either of this siblings, inheriting her small muzzle, fluffy banner, and rounded ears as well as her relatively short stature. Yet despite his diminutive stature, boundless energy, and unusual chewing fetish Kaemon was clearly a warrior, a surprisingly hyper warrior with an usual chewing fetish mind you, but a warrior none the less.

Still chuckling at the pup’s innocence Draeg motioned Kaemon over to him with a slight gesture of his exceedingly long bushy tassel. “Yes, Kaemon, she is though I haven’t seen her since your father was a pup so I’m not sure she remembers.” he growled affectionately, turning to face Krystal once again. “I don’t suppose you remember me?”

[Krystal Zanguzen]

Exhaustion was setting in on the Fae’s body. Again her body shook in an effort to recapture lost heat. Snowflakes captured by the wind flew off and into the cold gray abyss that had settled around the Kerl. But Krystal’s head had cleared up a bit, and her gaze now focused on two shadowy forms that both approached slowly, becoming more and more comprehensible to her blue and green optics. The once unforgiving environment seemed to at that moment give way. Steadily, the winds died down around the She-Varg, allowing her tired orbs to gaze upon the now visible Ge-Rad Dragga and his smaller companion. Like a splinter lodged in the deepest crevices of her mind, something about this wolf stirred up a conflict of thoughts. His form was distinct from other Varg’s. He stood tall, firm as the roots of Red Wood trees. The tone of voice that escaped his maw gave off a feel of confidence, yet concern at the same time. Krystal now knew she was standing in the presence of the region’s Dragga. Yet this Dragga was somehow different.

“Remember?”

The word escaped Krystal’s maw before she could catch it. His voice traversed the depths of the Kerl’s mind, echoing into her past with relentless persistence as if his very lexis alone somehow wielded Krystal to recollect her history. This splinter that festered its way past Krystal’s days of wondering by the riverside, past her run in with the Koran territory. And even farther still, before the humans had captured Krystal and took her away from the only friend she had… “It can’t be…” Mist had formed around Krystal’s maw as she spoke, her voice and thoughts in utter disbelief. Flabbergasted by the reality, the very concept was unthinkable. After all this time, could he really be standing right in front of Krystal’s weary eyes? Could this world that Tor and Fenris put her on really be that small? Or was it by their will that the two should be reunited? She had too be sure.

“Draeg,” Krystal spoke, still in incredulity. The land around Krystal would no longer be kind to the Kerl, as the frosty winds began to once again pick up, reminding the Fae that she was still in danger or winding up in Tor’s meadow. Her heart pounded, blood flowing too her once cold limbs. The warmth of hope began to settle in the She-Varg’s gaze. “It can’t be…” Krystal continued. “Can Tor really be that generous to her children?” Pausing, Krystal gazed at the two Varg’s in front of her. She did not recognize the hybrid that stood next to Draeg. He was younger then the Dragga, perhaps a pack mate, or maybe even his next of kin. The Fae waited for Draeg to speak. Part of her mind still telling Krystal that the Dragga who stood in front of her was not who she thought he was.

[Kaemon]

//sorry, a little short, but the question was more directed to Draeg than me. ^^//

The wind picked up, whipping in the smaller male’s face, making his eyes squint. He yipped in response to himself, padding his paws upon the blanket underneath him. “Yeah, this is pretty bad,” he growled, chuckling a bit. Nothing could really bring this pup down.

Chocolate eyes gazed toward the amber Dragga as he spoke. “Yeah, guess I am,” he said happily to Draeg. “This is the only place I could really call home, anyways.” His semi curled tail wagged gratefully, he was happy to have a place called home. Being a kerl- it just wasn’t for him. And why be a kerl, when he had been birthed into a pack, that accepted him? Sure, his sister may have thought otherwise, but Kaemon thought it was a bit foolish. That was his perspective, anyways.

The wind died a little, for the time being, anyways. The males’ attention was not on the mysterious ebony and ivory fae, who stood not to far from them. “Man, that was a long time ago,” Kaemon responded to his grandfather, with disbelieve look on his face that Koan could ever be a cub. No matter how hard he tried, he could never imagine a gray Koan, unscarred, and so small. It just- wasn’t possible. “So, does that mean, that my dad knew her too?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

His gaze returned to his front. As the fae neared. She spoke, and it did seem that she remembered Draeg. At least, that’s what Kaemon thought. His features were still mystified, even as she spoke his name. Perhaps, she remembered him with different features? A brighter coat that has perhaps now faded a bit due to wear?

With a puzzled look upon his own tan-ish features, Kaemon stayed quiet for a bit. After all, her question was directed at Draeg, not him. It was polite to wait, but his body quivering a bit, he didn’t know how long he could suppress his own questions.

[Nyobe]

A younger varg stood in the shadows, watching as a familar friend came up through whistling trees. The tips of her ivory white fur were frozen from the icy winds and the unforgiving water from which she just returned. Her crystal eyes, focused as ever. One would think that the she-varg would make a move to give a welcoming feeling to the unexpected varg, but she remained silent. The younger varg looked absolutely exhausted, and in turn Nyobe wished to offer it comfort. Then again. she could smell a scent of her repected Dragga, maybe coming this way. She figured it best to let this scene play out a little before she decided to move. Her eyes were the only movement in the background, aside from the trees torn up by the harsh gusts of wind. It was twilight before she saw much of interest to her, Kaemon...a familar face. Not all wolf, but mostly. She only faintly remembered the yearling. Krystal and Draeg's expression shocked the she-varg in a way. It's like they knew each other from somewhere...but when?how?where?

As the silence broke more and more, Nyobe found it right to move in. Her stiff paws dug into the ground as she lifted her tired, freezing body from the earth. her ice-covered fur twinkled in the fading sun as she stretched slightly, careful not to draw attention to her hidden form. Her strong agile body treaded through the trees ever so gracefully. Each paw glided across the snowy surface with ease. As always she approached with caution, from Draeg's front. She stood there, silent, waiting for the approval as to enter the conversation. Her eyes glanced over to Krystal, then to Kaemon, and finally locked on Draeg's. Her expression was never threatening in the least, but more of asking without voice. The wind whipped again and some of the ice on Nyobe's fur released its grip. To stand her ground her sharp claws dug deep, with body tensed and maw shut tight. The she-varg then stayed motionless, waiting for the next move...

[eh, sorry its not that good...writers block ]

[Draeg]

((Would've had this up sooner but I had to wait for my dad to finish with the computer))

Squinting through the storm the amber varg shifted his gaze between the marble fae and his hyper counterpart, dividing his attention amongst the pair. The storm seemed to die down for a moment, offering a momentary reprieve from the unrelenting force of nature. Draeg hardly noticed, amber gaze falling back upon the stunned form of Krystal. He was unsure whether she would recognize him, knowing that they had only encountered each other twice before with both occasions being particularly brief. It was entirely possible the curse of Fenris had wiped the memory of him from the kerl’s mind. Amber eyes glinting in the last rays of failing light the Northland Dragga watched as Krystal’s expression shifted from one of confusion to shock, bi-colored eyes shining with recognition and amazement as she stare at Draeg in awe.

Taking a brief moment to check on his grandson he brought his attention over to the tanned youth, letting out a quiet chuckle upon seeing the look of sheer and utter disbelieve that had set itself upon his features and quirking a brow in response to the pup’s somewhat exaggerated comment. “Hey, knock it off!” he growled, bushy tail flickering out in an attempt to swat the young wolf. “I’m not that old.” Catching the curious look in his eye Draeg realized that Kaemon probably would be interested in finding out anything he could about his father’s cub hood, especially given the fact that it was probably something Koan didn’t like to discuss with anyone save for maybe Draeg. It was probably one of the only subjects that could keep a hold of Kaemon’s attention for any amount of time. That being said the amber varg couldn’t help but feel the need to indulge his grandson’s curiosity from time to time. “Well I don’t know if I would go so far as to say that he knew her, but they definitely met.” he growled fondly. Having answered Kaemon’s question he began padding forward, beckoning the hybrid to follow with a swift gesture of his tail as he made his way toward a very surprised Krystal. “My grandson.” he explained.

“It’s good to see you again Krystal.” he growled, a slight smirk tracing his features as he lowered his head in a respectful bow. “Welcome to Ge-Rad. It look as though you could use some shelter from the storm.” Stopping just short of the black fae Draeg felt his lip twitch as he noticed movement beyond the clearing, raising his head slightly and looking past Krystal’s shoulder he quickly spotted another form making it’s way toward the small group. It approached cautiously, becoming more recognizable with each step until it reach crystal clarity. Her white fur made it difficult for Draeg to spot her in the midst of the frozen haze but there was no mistaking the approaching fae. “Nyobe.” he sighed, relaxing. “Come, join us. How are you…and where have you been?”

[Krystal Zanguzen]

(OOC: Nyobe, Krystal is not a pup. She’s at least 2 years old. That is just the account status)

What ever doubt had plagued the Kerl’s mind was now purged from her thoughts. Indeed, Draeg stood in front of Krystal’s fatigued orbs. Although several seasons passed since their last encounter, the Dragga of Ge-Rad hadn’t changed much. Even in the heart of Wolfbane’s winter, his amber coat still glittered magnificently. His tail ever bushy as it had been when Krystal first set her eyes on him. Only he had grown broader, his frame now that of a Dragga. Draeg and his grandson were both welcomed sights to her tired optics. But now a third Varg had revealed her self to the Fae, her white fur made the she-Varg difficult too see in the snow and haze.

From Nyobe’s movements, Krystal could tell that her delicate paws were indeed skillful, as they elegantly allowed the white Fae to traverse Ge-Rad’s frosty environment. She soon came to a hault behind her Dragga and fellow pack mate. And although she was silent for the time being, her crystal gaze remained attentive. “Thank you Draeg.” Was all Krystal could manage too say too the Ge-Rad Dragga. There were many more thoughts and words that Krystal wanted and wished she could say to the amber Dragga. But at the moment, it was best too simply escape the clutches of Wolfbane’s bitterness. Even though the winds had died down for the moment, it would not be long before they would pick up again. Now would be the best chance for Krystal and the Ge-Rad trio too find shelter.

[Kaemon]

“Hey, knock it off! I’m not that old.” Kaemon couldn’t surpass a laughter, or even the chance to nip at Draeg’s fluffy tail as he made to hit the cub. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, old mann!” Kaemon exclaimed, daring to tease the amber Dragga further. Quick on his feet, he took a small leap to the side out of paw range. His large banner wagged even more, his pink tongue lolling out of him tan maw. For a second, he watched his own breath evaporate visibly into the air with every pant, yet still listening to Draeg. He didn’t respond, only thought of how possibly surprised Koan would be to see an older Varg. That is, if he were here. Kaemon shook his head, ridding it and his hackles from the white snow held tangled within it. “Yeah, my name’s Kaemon by the way. Good ta meet ya, Krystal!” Kaemon beamed. It one were to have observed him, he showed no traces of the stab of loneliness he often felt every now and then; usually from thinking of his family too much.

As Draeg welcomed her into the pack, at least for the time being like Uncle Bane, Kaemon soon found himself wondering if she would stay and join the pack. After all, the more the merrier, right? But that dicion was not up to him, no matter how you looked at it. It was for Draeg to decide, and Krystal. After all, maybe she doesn’t want to join, or perhaps already has another pack? Still; “I’m sure you’ll find it quite confortable here, Krystal. Welcome!”

Just when he thought things were beginning to settle, another scent, though not yet pronounced, teased the mann’s nares. He didn’t need to look too far to find the source, as an ivory fae with crystal blue eyes joined the trio. It took Kaemon a second to recognize who she was, for he had only been a pup when he had last saw her. Her name was Nyobe, and she too was a member of Ge-Rad. Though, the scent was somewhat disappeared from her coat. “Hey, Nyobe!” Kaemon exclaimed, in his loud signature voice. “Long time, no see! Good to see you’ve come back, though. Well, I hope, right?” he asked hopefully. Maybe the pack was finally beginning to come together again, after these long moons.

[Draeg]

Pinning his ears at Kaemon’s antics Draeg did his best to block out his grandson’s mocking laughter and ignore his humorous quips. What was it with everyone teasing him about his age? Did he really come off as being that old or was it just some coordinated running gag made at his expense? He made it a point to ask Cwen about it someday, somehow it struck Draeg as something his mate would do. Draeg let out a startled yelp as he felt Kaemon suddenly clamped his developing jaws tightly around his thick tail, nipping it hard and causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. In an instant the amber varg had rounded on his grandson only to find that the tan pup had leapt away, bounding out of range and placing off to the side before Draeg could retaliate. “Oh you’re dead now!” he barked, lunging after the young wolf hybrid with a playful growl. “Only Grandma Cwen and Firefly can bite my tail and get away with it!”

Ears perking to the still stunned tone of Krystal speaking to him Draeg broke off from his chase, knowing that his first order of business was to find shelter for the black and white fae as well as himself and his fellow packmates. Even though the storm had died down it was only temporary, it wouldn’t be long before the blizzard renewed itself completely and unleashed all of Wolfbane’s unbridled fury upon Ge-Rad once again. It was best the small subpack found shelter while they still could. “Alright you three, follow me.” he barked, yelling over the din of the storm. “There should be some shelter not too far from here.” With that he began making his way further into the frozen tundra, amber tassel flickering behind him as he motioned for the small group to follow him.

[Krystal Zanguzen]

The ebony and ivory Fae now kept her pinto orbs focused on the young pup that pestered his grand father. His eyes full of curiosity and joy as Kaemon poked and teased at the Ge-Rad Dragga. It was one of the first times in Krystal’s life she could observe a pup at play, and despite the wintry conditions, Wolfbane’s frosty tempest was no match for a cubs desire to play with his kin. Yet he still found time too greet the Kerl with kind and assuring words. Truly Kaemon could teach the Zanguzen the importance of keeping ones innocence during puppy-hood. It was only unfortunate that there was no place for those antics in Krystal’s old pack. Surly dire consequences would follow the Fae, had she ever wanted too simply follow the most basic of wolf pup instincts. “I’m sure I will Kaemon.” Krystal responded to the pup. The Fae found herself ever more wanting to engage in her own playful acts along side Draeg’s grandson. Too rekindle what had been taken away from her at birth, the rights too have fun. She would definitely remember too play with the pup, if she ever got the chance.

After Draeg’s failed attempt at his own retaliation, the amber Dragga focused his attention back on the new she-Varg. Krystal wondered momentarily if he had perhaps caught the Fae smiling at his antics, but decided in the end that she had probably gotten away with it. Wolfbane’s frozen gale would no longer wait for the Ge-Rad pack, and soon his tempest was picking up in strength once again. Draeg knew it was time to get everyone sheltered from the wolf god’s bitter wrath. His voice rose over the howl of the storm, a command too follow the amber Dragga towards safer grounds. Krystal in return soon followed close behind Draeg’s form. Snowflakes soon piled on the Fae’s ebony silk fur, and white mixed with black all over again. She would follow Draeg no matter how far the Dragga traveled, for she knew that he would lead the once stray Kerl too a new home.

(OOC: 100th post yay!!! ^^)

[Ayasha]

(((I return)))

The black femme had been acompanying Krystal as they made their way to Ge-rad. But hunger had caused Ayasha to leave her companion's side for a while. But now the fae was back and trying to catch up.

By now she had reached the border of Ge-rad. A thousand emotions flooded into her. The reminder of her loss and now how she would explain what happened. Giving a sigh the ebony varg let a loud howl echo across the terra. Hopefully she could find Krystal and then Draeg before anyone else. Trotting downward Ayasha followed the scent of hr new friend, staying low and out of sight as she made her way through.

Ayasha slowed down and cocked her auds. She could hear Draeg's voice and Krystals. But there were others. Pausing Ayasha knew she would either wait or go now. The thought of being alone for anylonger made her anxious, so she decided to join the group.

"Hey." She said softly, stepping into the group. Stepping over near Krystal Ayasha gave her a smile. "Hope I'm not interupting anything."

[Draeg]

Fur billowing in the wind as the storm picked up again Draeg plodded forward through the growing flurry, dark lids blinking snow from his eyes and scanning the dunes for shelter. Blinded by the whiteout and practically deafened by the high pitched howl of the wind the amber varg found it becoming increasingly difficult for him to locate a suitable shelter for his small collection of wolves. Snow collecting upon his rich amber pelt Draeg shuffled further out into the barren expanse, using the entirety of his weight to plow through the deepening drift and clear a path for his companions.

He could barely make out the sounds of his companions trailing close behind him, taking a quick glance behind him Draeg dimly made out the blurred form of Krystal shadowing his movements through the storm. She looked exhausted, her once silken black pelt littered with snow so that it seemed to Draeg that she had become marbled. Behind her Kaemon bounced with all the speed and boundless enthusiasm his youth provided, the tanned pup seemed completely unaffected by the effects of the storm despite the fact that it appeared to be worsening with each passing moment. Draeg knew that it was only a matter of time before that changed, eventually the elements would wear away at the young pup until his body finally gave out on him altogether and he succumb to the storm. Neither Krystal, Nyobe, or Draeg himself would last long enough for that to happen without shelter.

Looking back into the shining white his gaze settled upon a small mound within the drift, in an instant the amber varg was upon the mound, paws scrabbling away furiously at the foot of the hill-like landform, unearthing pawfuls of fresh snow with each swift motion of his powerful forelimbs and sending up a flurry of white powder. He paused momentarily as a familiar howl sounded above the din of the tempest, couldn’t catching his attention and prompting him to turn away from his current task. The amber varg couldn’t really identify his callers identity in the rising racket of the gale, only that it was another fae seeking shelter from the storm and that she was relatively close to their position. Throwing his head back he let out a booming howl, inviting her to join the small group and broadcasting their position to her before returning to his excavation.

Finishing a moment later Draeg took a minute to inspect his work, giving it an experimental sniff and checking the structural integrity of the chamber before venturing in. Satisfied with work Draeg turned back to face the trio, rearing his head back in surprise upon seeing the pitch form of his niece standing alongside the ebony bi-kerl. “Ayasha? What are you doing here? I thought you left to…” he sputtered, then recomposing himself. “On second thought tell me later.” Stepping to the side and tilting his head slightly he motioned for the small gathering to enter the chamber. “Everyone inside, we can all talk once we’re out of the storm.”