Cascade (Open)

[Shadowwolf]

Gazing eyes swept through the trees, looking at each branch and every spot of light that filtered through. Shadow lowered her head letting it drift to Silvanus's and Faolan's direction. Blinking away the tears in her eyes and letting them drop to the stone below her. A smile lit up on her face slowly but still a smile of joy. "Time passes and the pain does go away. Slowly but surely." Shadow said before lifting her eyes to stare down on the two wet spots on the rock.

Her blue eyes rested on the rock for a brief moment before flickering back to Faolan and Silvanus. "I'm sure I'm not hungry. I hunted just outside of the lake before I came here." Explaining why her stomach was not complaining with hunger. A sigh escaped her maw, making it's way out and into the air. "Thanks for your wisdom." Shadow said with a grin. Lifting her maw into the air, Shadow took in a deep breath of air before letting out a song. Her lilting voice rang out into the breeze, soft and quiet before rising. Filled with joy and from the heart, Shadow let her song travel throughout the forest and into any Lera's awaiting ear.

Summer, Spring, Winter, and Fall
Which one of you four is the best season of all?
Is it Spring who brings new life
Who gives no Lera no strife?
Or is it Summer who brings warm light
And makes such warm nights?
Or is it Fall with it's cool breezes
Before the warm waters begin to freezes?
Or is it Winter with it's snow and ice
Bringing the land a new blanket once or twice?

Summer, Spring, Winter, or Fall
Which one of you is the best season of all?
Who knows what the Seasons will bring
For it is up to Tor and Fenris , Creators of all living things."

Shadow ended the small verse, making her howl lower and quieter with each last word. Her maw took in great gulps of air, having used her previous one to sing. Her eyes sparkled, not from tears but from her joy. Tail wagging back and forth, Shadow slipped off the rock and onto the marshy banks. Settling next to Faolan, Shadow watched as water surged from the waterfall and landing into the lake below. "The world we live in is filled with wonders. Is it not?" She asked giving a small chuckle.

[Faolan]

She let Shadow finish, knowing it would be worse for her if she didn’t. Faolan had learned the hard way keeping things inside was not good. When Shadow was done, she opened her mouth and sang out in the ancient way all wolves know, a beautiful song. She smiled, hoping she had helped lift some of Shadow deepest worries, that she’ll never get over it. She looked at Silvanus for a second, almost asking, but stopped herself before she opened her mouth. It would be far to rude. She turned back to Shadow. “That was beautiful. My mother used to sing a similar one, but I can‘t remember the words for the life of me.” she grinned, slowly wagging her tail, and settled down to eat her fish.

“The world is filled with wonders, filled to the point of which it will very soon explode. Sometimes, I think, we look right at wonders and don‘t even realize it, that’s what my Mum always told me. She said vargs were forgetting how to care, how to be vargs. She said they were forgetting the very essence of themselves. I don‘t understand that last part very much, but I know some vargs are forgetting how to care.” She said this as if it were one of the most important facts of life, and for her it was. Her mother’s words, her pack’s words, were her life raft, keeping her head above that churning ocean.

A hawk passed over head, and she watched it for a long while, slowly eating her fish. She thought about how wonderful it would be to fly so high you could soar over mountains, so high you could speak to the gods themselves. The sense of freedom that she sometimes got going full speed down a steep hill, the wind in her face, nothing to get in her way. That was, until she tripped and rolled the rest of the way, which in its own way was fun, but then her mother would make her sit down for a bath. ’young faes do not act this way.’ and then after she was done, if her brothers witnessed this event, she would be held down by them, and they would tickle her mercilessly, until she had tears streaming down her face.

”What d’ya think it‘d be like to fly?” she blurted out, then realizing how stupid that sounded. “Er, what I meant to say was what would, well, no that’s the same thing, well, er, to see every thing the way a bird does, not being held down by the earth, like you could fly all the way to heaven? Does that sound right, or am I making a fool of myself?” she ate the last bite of fish and took it a bit away from the water, covering it with leaves, and went back to the pool for more water. Faolan gave a contented sigh. She liked this, sitting with new friends, with a full belly no less. She very rarely relaxed like this anymore and frankly, she didn‘t care if she sounded like a moron. She didn‘t think it mattered any longer, at least not to her.

[Silvanus]

OOC: Ugggh, I don't seem to have any inspiration. I'm sorry if this post sucks.

Silvanus listened, enthralled, to Shadow's verse. It had been sung in the lilting style of countless Vargs before, yet with the lighthearted clarity of youth. It occurred to the ebon mann that it had been many moons since he had heard song. When she was done, all of her distress seemed to have evaporated; somehow, the joy seemed infectious. "That was lovely, Shadow," he said with an admiring nod, dismissing his own thoughts of the past. He inclined his head toward Faolan as she agreed, and mentioned the words of her mother and the thoughtlessness of Varg.

"Care is like any other thing a Varg must learn--hunting, loss, when to run and when to fight. It is too often taught improperly, or neglected, or as you said...forgotten," agreed Silvanus quietly. "On the other hand, I have met a creature or two with a bit of compassion left in them." You did not walk the forests of Transylvania in a broken body such as his without attracting both the best and the worst of your kind.

He lowered his nose back to the bit of fish he had left, and the three of them enjoyed a brief moment of silence in which the breeze returned to its ceaseless murmur. When Faolan spoke again of the birds, Silvanus' attention returned once more, and he lifted his head to the canopy to see if he could glimpse any of the flitting forms of their winged neighbors. His mother had told him stories of the birds, and he had heard a few in his travels. He wondered if the young fae had missed out on these legends, young as she was, and decided to mention them either way.

"You mean the Sight," he ventured, still scanning the sky. It positively radiated with Fenris' glow. "The mystic power to see through the eyes of the birds. I wouldn't say you're making a fool of yourself, but there are some who do not believe in it. That is how legend goes, I'm afraid. It's still a neat thought, I admit." He smiled serenely as the flitting silhouettes of some smaller birds passed overhead. Talk of the Sight was the sort of thing that set the imagination ablaze. Once more, he was an awkward, off-balance pup, staring at the sky just as he was now...

Then he remembered himself. He glanced over at the other cub. "What do you say, Shadow?"

[Shadowwolf]

Shadow grinned at Faolan's and Silvanus's praise. Her eyes sparkling with a renewed fire, making her have the urge to run on and on over the hills. Tail thumping against the soft earth, Shadow's ears perked at the sound of the rushing falls, letting their roar roll off into the distance. It's nice to have my past suppressed by a new future. Shadow's thought making her maw turn up into yet another smile.

Shadow cocked her head in silence, pondering on Faolan's words. Her blue orbs staring up into the sky, watching the flying Putnar of the air fly out into the Fenris's rays. Ehh? To care? Don't we all know how to be ourselves? There is no way to defy one's nature as we are all Putnar and Varg. Her mind a heap of thoughts before Silvanus's words straightened them out.

Shadow's head tilted back upright at the mention of her name. A small time of silence passed on before the young Fae opened her maw. "What do I think? To answer your question Faolan, it would be far more than breath taking to be able to fly. To swoop down to those below you and bathe yourself in Fenris's light. Or to fly out into the dark skies and have no one, but Tor as your companion. To fly like the Putnar of the air would be priceless." Taking a pause and a breath of air before continuing.

"As for your question Silvanus, the legend of the Sight has been passed on from generation to generation in my family. Those who do not believe in it are quite foolish indeed. Do you know why some Vargs say Larka's blessing rather than Tratto's blessing? Was not Tratto a living Varg not one of legend? If so then Larka is real too. The Sight, this power to see into any Lera's mind, is indeed very real." Shadow said, pausing before going on. "There might be one or two Vargs out in the world that have the Sight. Perhaps they do not want to say it, but they do have the power to do so. " Shadow said, remembering the old Mann that had come into her mother's care.

Yes, the old geezer had the Sight. There was always some little sparrow sitting in the branches next to him. And he would often prattle to the little bird. Shadow said, sweeping her paws out in front of her. Looking over to her right and began to wait for Faolan's and Silvanus's response.

[Faolan]

ooc- sorry about the responses for the next week or so, i sprained my wrist and fingers on my left hand -.- and i have no muse.

Faolan smiled gently at their thoughts of birds. She grinned at Shadow, and saw she was very happy again, her eyes bright and mischievous. She lay on her back, so she could continue to watch the hawk soar on the thermals so effortlessly, so… here, even her mind ran out of words, instead resorting to what the mind will occasionally do, giving a wordless reaction that you know exactly what it means, but have no clue how to voice it. When Silvanus began to speak of the Sight, and Shadow agreed, she was utterly confused. She’d never heard of - wait, Larka.

“My brother used to tell a story about a white wolf from a distant land named Larka, who had an ancient power to speak to birds, and see things in water. But I hadn’t liked the story much, because it was so sad. Larka died, and her brother became a kerl because he had been twisted by his evil aunt who also had this power to think he was Wolfbane… that’s all I remember, but I didn‘t know it had a name, or that it was real. I just remember it being really sad, and my mum told him I wasn‘t old enough for that story. I‘m not sure I really understand it, but from what you‘ve told me, I would love to be able to believe that there is some sort of magic left. That some legends are true.”

Faolan continued to look up at the hawk, finding it easier to talk about her past as if she was talking to no one but the gods. She yawned, feeling rather lazy. Well, not lazy, but it was so nice to relax. Now her curiosity was riled, and sad or not, she wanted to know what this ‘Sight’ was. Allowing the soft roar of the waterfall to fill her ears, she let her feet curl up on themselves and thumped her tail on the ground, the quiet breeze ruffling her fur. Glancing up at the fae sitting next to her, she quietly remarked “I dunno Shadow, I mean, its wonderful to believe in it, but, so many truths and legends are weaved together so tightly, you can‘t tell what’s real and what’s not anymore.” But then a smile graced her face again. “But like I said before, it‘s wonderful to believe in though, isn‘t it?”

[Silvanus]

The talk of the flying Putnar momentarily stole Silvanus’ thoughts away. As he watched the fleeting shadows of a few plovers dart across the azure patches overhead some untold distance away. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as the two cubs entertained talk of ancient lore. The mann tried to imagine what it might have been like to have a gift, or curse depending on whom you spoke to, like the Sight. Glorious, frightening, dizzying? It was scarcely fathomable. He struggled to conjure an image in his mind’s eye of what the winged ones must see, of the tops of the trees instead of beneath their forking branches and obscuring blankets of leaves. With a sigh, he opened his mismatched eyes and felt more like a cub playing pretend than he had even earlier when he was alone at the falls. It must have been glorious, he decided. And liberating. Like a faithful if not painfully honest friend, his rationale interjected, reminding him that with any power, be it the Sight or the favor of Fenris, he would still be the same Varg in the same dilute physical state he was in now. For a moment, the thought crossed his mind that he might believe in Fenris in Tor just so he might have some anodyne, that he might believe there was a place where he might be whole; but the rumination felt so distastefully like blasphemy that he pushed it away to be either forgotten or revisited at a much later date.

Silvanus broke away from his reverie, an unexpected maelstrom that had lasted only a few moments. The ebon gentleman resolved it would not let it distract him from the pleasantry of the afternoon or the favorable company. ”I believe the Sight must exist somewhere, too. For all the legends I’ve collected, I’m certainly no faithless mann. The Varg have probably over time turned the ordinary Varg and their extraordinary circumstances into heroic tales, and from there unto legend. I only hope that these stories don’t fade into myth, and then fade from our memories. We’re lucky to live in a time when lore is so alive,” spoke Silvanus, smiling as he indulged in a memory or two of hearing an expertly-delivered story. There was no comparable pastime, to him at least. ”Of the stories I have heard, I believe the one of Larka to be the nearest to our time...and thus I conclude it must have a fair amount of truth to it.”

Silvanus tried intensely to remember the pack from whence he had been exiled as a pup. His memories were ethereal and scattered, an evanescent flash here or there in a neglected corner of his mind. ”I am certain that when I belonged to a pack...and my stay there was brief, so I cannot recall much...we had a storyteller. She had many tales about the gods, and more still about mystics like the Sight and Varg that could see the future. I don’t believe I have ever met anyone who has had the power, though,” he mused aloud, almost regretfully at the end. Though he wasn’t ready to admit it because of the acrimony that was shown him, there were certainly parts of pack life that even in his early life he cherished. ”I imagine they must be few and far between, if there are any alive even now. Have you ever met one?” Silvanus inquired of the pair, though he did not expect a response in the affirmative. How nice it was to talk of legend again, and forget the wearies of his three-legged tarrying.

[Shadowwolf]

ooc: >_< sorry it took so long! School is so....annoying! And sorry if this post is bad!

Shadow uttered a small growl of pleasure as Fenris's warm rays hit her back. The sun's heat traveling over her body and making her eyes droop half way over. Her tail flicking lazily back and forth across the ground. Her ears however were focused on the cry of a flying Putnar. Must be a hawk... Flipping lazily onto her back, Shadow looked up into the deep azure blue sky and watched a small black shape fly in the sea.

"Yes, who knows what is true and what isn't anymore. Who can tell the lies from the truth and the darkness from light." Shadow said. Her blue eyes staring up at the hawk for a few more seconds before she got up to her feet. Stretching her legs out, flexing her paws, and yawning at the same time. Turning her head again to the sky, Shadow saw a speck of pink and purple begin to form. "Dawn already?" Surprised at how the time passed by. Shadow cocked her head at Silvanus and Faolan wondering wether to ask or not.

"Ummm....since it's almost night do any of you two want to stay in my den tonight?" Shadow asked. Her paws fidgeting on with a small pebble. No one has stayed at my den since Frostpool and I met. And I have another den at Koran. So the ond outside the pack lands is hardly used. Shadow thought still fidgeting over the little pebble under her paw.

[Faolan]

ooc: sorry, mine sucks, royaly, and Shadow, i so know how you feel. *grrr* i hate high school

Faolan let her thoughts drift, wandering over the land, across mountains and valleys, and she was back in her homeland, and Silvanus’ question as to she or Shadow had ever met anyone with the sight drew her even deeper, her memories of her old nurse flashing through her mind at lightning speed. Constantly staring into the water, the varg’s of her pack healing twice as fast as others, her mother and father arguing in the night, thinking she was asleep…

‘we should let him stay, Falyn!’ ‘no, I will not let an old varg with some strange ‘powers’ around my cub!’ her mother was never this angry. [/i]‘our cub, and Lannie loves Brondyn. And you saw what he did for Alastore. We don’t know if he has the power, but if he does, he uses them for good at least.’ she remembered how stern her father looked. ‘Dalker…’ her mother looked tired ‘we’ll wake Lannie. It’s late, we’ll talk about it more in the morning.’[/i][/color] Then her father looked sad, she thought, and hs eyes were very soft, but he was smiling. Faolan remembered being confused. But Brondyn stayed, and she had loved the old mann. He was strange though, but even now she only thought that was because he was so old.

“I‘m not sure, Silvanus, my old nurse had something, I don‘t know if it was the Sight, or something else, but he had something.” She yawned, the slight breeze ruffling the soft fur on her exposed belly. Suddenly, Shadow looked very uncomfortable, and unsure. As she spoke, the words came out mumbled and awkward. She looked up in surprise. “Dusk? Whoa, time’ll fly by, yes? Er, thank you Shadow, for a place to sleep. My current den‘s flooded. I wasn‘t sure where I was gonna sleep tonight”

She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, embarrassed, and very grateful. She thought about her mothers words, and knew they were only partially right. ‘there are still kind varg, you only have to look a bit harder to find them’ she grinned, but it wasn’t as bright as her previous ones. She was very tired now, and was very ready to go to Shadow’s den for some sleep. She flipped up back on her paws and her tail twitched, her ear flopping over her eye, and she quietly looked at Silvanus, wondering if he would stay as well.

[Silvanus]

OOC: I too am sorry about the lateness. College decided to steal my soul for the week ;_;

Twilight had started to drape its wispy banners across the sky, and it had gone completely unnoticed by the mann even as he stared up into the deepening zenith until his young companion mentioned the gathering dusk. At the pinnacle of the sky, the blue had matured into a brilliant indigo, whilst rosy gradients flared from the horizon, hidden though it was by the darkening trees surrounding the falls. The distant hoot of an owl confirmed the stirrings of the creatures whose sleep was soon to come to an end as the day of the wolves came to its close.

He had had the intent of perhaps pursuing more tales of this nurse of whom Faolan spoke, as the thought of knowing any Varg with the Sight or powers otherwise must surely have been an interesting tale at the least. Shadow's portentous musings of truth and mention of the turn of the dying journey of Fenris distracted him, however. The mann was not least of all a Varg, proud and fearless, but the night and its shroud carried to him a bit of concern, especially with his impaired vision. He'd had a few scrapes with unfriendly entities of the night on more than one occasion, and the prospect of continuing alone in the dark through the forest suddenly seemed to dampen the conversation's merit.

Just as he was about to excuse himself, assuming the young ones must have their own packs and families to return to, to his surprise Shadow invited the two of them to stay at her den. Faolan, upon accepting, turned an eye to him. To stay would be the first time to have not slept alone in longer than the mann could remember, and the thought warmed him instantly. The two cubs seemed to trust him fully, and it touched him to think there were those who did not shy from him to the point of sustaining his company.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded his ebon head graciously. "It would be an honor, dear Shadow," he replied in a sonorous contralto voice, the vestiges of gentry he wore strangely well for an outcast. The thought of a cozy den and even the sound of other breathing souls to share a space with was comforting. He couldn't help but remember that those close to his friends might not be as accepting of him, and he added with an only half joking attitude, "As long as I am not to be routed by any roving sentries of your pack. I wouldn't want my flesh nor my character to fall victim to the fangs of men who might assume my intentions less than honorable."

Silvanus smiled at the two. Kindness found in the most unexpected of places,[/i][/color] thought the gentleman. May the gods never cease to surprise nor amaze.[/i]

[Shadowwolf]

ooc: sorry about the very lateness of this post! >_< SORRY!!!!

Clouds turned a purplish shade in the horizon. The glowing orb of Fenris now hung low over the high mountains, casting a dark shadow over the valley. Streaks of blue. red. pink. orange, and purple painted the sky. Making it a scene that any Lera would stop and admire. Birds no longer chirped their songs, for they were all busy flying home. Squirrels, having spent all their energy, were now getting settling down in their hallows. As Fenris began to dip his head, Tor rose from the other side of the now evening sky. The moon as bright and round as the night before. Herla nuzzled their fawns as they nestled in the meadow. Ready for sleep to fall upon them.

White paws shifted over one another, almost as if they were trying to hide themselves under the other paw. White tipped ears perked at Faolan's response, making Shadow smile at the thought of company. Flicking her tail to her left, Shadow cast Faolan a glance of thanks. "It would be great to have you spend sometime in my den! I'm sure we'd get along just great!"exclaimed the now overjoyed ebony cub. Although her paws itched to go see her old den, Shadow waited for Silvanus to reply to her invitation.

Green speckled, blue eyes lit up with eagerness as Silvanus returned the invitation with a yes. A small chuckle erupted from Shadow's maw at the ebony Mann's joke. "Actually Silvanus, I occupy two dens. One in my pack's land and another out here. It wasn't that long ago before I was admitted into the pack. Besides, I have enough room in just one den to shelter my entire pack! What would I do with all that space?" The black and white cubbed joked. Getting onto her restless paws, Shadow trotted over to the edge of the forest. "Well let's go, shall we?" Shadow said before disappearing into the dark forest.

The last of Fenris's rays were now at their limit, showing little of what they can of the trail that Shadow followed. Without hesitating, Shadow continued along the route she had chosen. The feel of dried pines stuck to her paws, poking at them with nearly every step they took. Tail flicking in annoyance, Shadow lifted her nose into the evening air. Taking one sniff, a thousand scents entered her mind. Scents of Lera wafted in, along with the fresh scent of water, and scents that Shadow could recognize. Just a little further... Picking up the pace just a little bit, letting the small group's speed at a easy trot. Finally her blue orbs found it, the entrance to her den.

Grey and black rocks hung loomed above Shadow, casting a dark cover over the threesome. Near the mountain's wall lay clumps of mint, bushes, and lanky wisps of grass. Padding over to the nearby bushes that grew close to the foot of the mountain, Shadow lifted her paw and brushed aside the shrub's branches. Revealing a gaping hole in the bottom of the gigantic hill. "Well here we are. This is one of the entrances to my den, built from a abandoned fox den that is. The mint and flowers of the bushes disguises the entrance quite well actually. There's plenty of room inside so no need to doubt the capacity of it." Shadow said before literally diving into the hole.

Below the surface, Shadow landed with a small Umph! before shaking herself free from the dust. The feel of dried moss under her paw pads had softened her landing. "Come on in!" Shadow called out to the top before walking to the other side of the small room. The ceiling was a foot or two higher that the pup, allowing any full grown Varg into the den with no need of crouching and the width of the nest was at least four Vargs long.

Scents of dried herbs wafted into the den from the other passages connecting the burrow to many others. Sticking her nose into each of the three passages leading out of the burrow, Shadow scented no changes in the den. No ones been here recently 'cept me and Frostpool, but she's gotta new den somewhere else. Satisfied with her answer, Shadow padded back to her side of the nest. Dropping instantly to her paws, weary from the long day. Knowing that it would be rude to sleep while her guests were still out, Shadow waited. Her tail brushing the moss covered floor, waiting for her new companions to enter.

[Faolan]

Shadow seemed very happy at Faolan and Silvanus’ accepting her invitation. Then she turned tail and padded along a barely visible path. Faolan followed closely behind Shadow, trying not to trip or get lost in the dark light of the thick forest. She shivered slightly as a strong wind ruffled her baby-soft fur and brought whispers of winter that had not been there just minutes before. Suddenly Shadow stopped, and Faolan, lost in thought, nearly walked right into her. She swept aside a pile of brush that, quite frankly, smelled very nice, and revealed a small hole, which she promptly jumped through. She called for them to come in. Faolan grinned up at Silvanus, letting a rare full smile grace her lips, and hopped into the hole.

She landed awkwardly, and fell back on her rear end. She got up, and curled up a few feet away from Shadow. She let her eyes travel over her surroundings. It was a very large den, with sandstone patterns on the walls and soft, moss covered floors. She stretched, eyes drooping, but she forced them open, the smile still on her face. She hadn’t felt this safe in a long time.

“This place is very beautiful, Shadow. By the way, which pack are you from? I think Silvanus was mentioning it as I, er, stumbled, on you guys, if you’ll pardon the pun. You see, I’m tempted to join a pack, but I’m not sure. I just feel I shouldn’t be alone, at least when I’m this small. And, you see, I haven’t actually talked to vargs, you know, like a full length conversation, in so long. I don’t like being lonely.” Faolan sighed, and yawned widely. “I don‘t know what to do.” she let her gaze meet Shadow’s for a second, then quickly dropped her eyes, curious to see her opinion.

[Silvanus]

OOC: Sorry for my recent absence!

The ebon varg smiled inwardly at young Shadow's glee at her two companions' acceptance of the invitation. He had trouble imagining what pasts could have left her without parents and still able to manage control of two dens, but it was a good fortune that would serve her well at her age if she could manage to keep them. A varg could never have too many nice places to sleep or hide. It was particularly true if she was to be a healer; their profession often required a dry and workable space. He followed her at an easy, limping pace, drinking in the twilight air with its colorful scents and fresh cleanness, and in no time at all they had arrived.

It was not hard at all for him to fit inside the den, and was surprised to find it quite large enough for him to coexist easily with the two young fae. He slid down the whole where the other two had dove, and soon found his single working orb adjusting to the dimmer light and his nose accustoming itself to the new scents. Beneath his polite and practiced manners, Silv had always had a bit of a loner shyness stymying his social interactions, but just the pleasant atmosphere and company was enough to keep that at bay.

Faolan engaged Shadow in conversation, and so Silvanus took the opportunity to curl up on the earthen floor comfortably, resting his head on his paws comfortably and soaking up the sheltered and lived-in feeling of the home. A feeling of heavy sleepiness crept up on him as he rested his tired wayfaring bones, but he listened with polite interest as the two pups chattered on.

"Passing over the earth as a kerl can be a bit lonely," Silvanus proffered politely to Faolan's question, though he wasn't being addressed. His eyes took on a sheen of world-weary distance. "Cubs are meant to caper and gambol about with others and take the model of their elders--it was not meant to be for me, but I would think in a pack you would find great friends and allies. I have met some fine vargs with pack allegiance." Silvanus cast eyes eyes to the ceiling of the den as he pondered silently on past acquaintances with a look of reverence and appreciation. He then returned his thoughts to the presence, and listened to see what Shadowwolf had to say.

[Shadowwolf]

OOC: Argh, sorry for the very late post.... >_<

The sweet and bitter scent of dried herbs filled the small den. The herbal scent pleasant to a Varg's nose and yet not quite to powerful to overwhelm. Dry soft bog moss enveloped the ground, making a nice "carpeted" floor. Small shoots from plats that grew above them peeked out from above. Small light from the entrance of the den allowed some visiability in the darkness of the den.

White paws felt the familiar texture of the moss beneath them. The musty and earthy scent of herbs made her feel at ease. Everything from the scent to the arrangement of the small den cried out home to the young femme. White tipped ears flickered at the muffled sound of the roaring waterfall and soon turn themselves at the another Varg's voice. Light blue orbs glowed dimly in the light as Shadow focussed her gaze on Faolan. Her tail wagged at Faolan's compliment and then her ears turned their attention to what Silvanus was saying. "I'm glad you like it Faolan! I'm from Koran. There's no need for you to fell worried at all. Once you get into a pack, you'll make friends right away. I was very nevous when i joined in fact."Shadow said her tail thumping softly on the ground. "Although I just joined recently, I feel at home in Koran. I've got three great friends in the pack. All of them i met before i joined." Images of her friends Frostpool, Della, and Chiaroscuro flashed before her. "So, there's no reason to be worried about Faolan. You'll do fine if you choose to join a pack." Shadow said.

Thinking about what Silvanus had said, Shadow opened her maw again to add her own thought. "As Silvanus had said about being a kerl, that's fine too. Some Vargs prefer to join a pack and others prefer to stay as a Kerl. It's also totally fine for a Kerls to have friends and allies in packs." Her paws shuffled abit as she waited for what Faolan or Silvanus had to say.

[Faolan]

ooc - holy crow, that was cruddy! and late. im really really sorry! i have no muse, and it got weird and rushed, i guess. but thats my exit, or ending post, i guess. really sorry

Eyes slowly drooping steadily southward, Faolan curled up tighter on the soft, mossy ground, resting her head on her tail. Her ears twitched, picking up the sound of Shadow’s voice, telling her about Koran, and friends… her thoughts became scattered, and she shook her head to keep herself awake. “That sounds lovely, Shadow.” she was about to say more when Silvanus, and then Shadow spoke, showing both sides of a vargs life. She was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. Every now and again, it was nice to have some time for yourself, but it seemed so lonely… to for weeks at a time, the only voice you hear is your own, unless you chance upon some other kerl, or perhaps a pack, and who are you to know if they’re friendly? Who are you to know they’re not? But what was she supposed to do, just walk up to some random varg and say ’hey, I wanna join your pack.’ Yeah. That’d go over so well.

However, currently there were more pressing matters, like the fact she was fighting a losing battle with the gentle arms of sweet peaceful sleep, perhaps one with no nightmares. Please, Tor, no nightmares. “yeah, I think I’ma join‘a pack, ‘cause I don’t think I‘d be a very good kerl. But I dunno. Thank you Shadow, so mush for a place to sleep, and you both for advice. But before I do that, I think im gonna get some much needed sleep.” She yawned, and let her eyes slowly drift shut, sleep coming swiftly, and embracing her like an old friend. She dreamed a dream of dreams long past, of her two new friends, and of the fuzzy future.