A Consultation - Anyone, preferably Chalos

[Cwen]

The days were still bitterly cold a mid winter slowly began to sink into the forest, and the weather seemed to bring a downer on the world around the free varg of Transylvania. Cubs and the like found great relief and joy with the new snows that fell frequently every day, however many suffered due to age or simply hunger.
One unfortunate Drappa, a large faemme with a thick pelt coloured by a light to dark grey along her head and back, chest, muzzle and underbelly seemed to disappear into the falling snows around her, suffered from more than just the winter blues. Her heart, already shattered and re-stitched countless times now for her to remember, had once again shattered into its countless pieces.
The Ge-Rad Drappa Cwen had recently given birth to a litter of five cubs, four faemme and a single male. However, after the alpha’s pack lands had been breeched briefly by the Balkar and some Sarnes varg, Cwen had left her newborn within the thicket den to help defend her pack. On return, a prey animal far larger had destroyed the den and her precious little son had been slaughtered. His body or remains were never found, and that only brought greater grief to the mother’s broken heart.
For suns now she had done nothing but wallow in a depressive state, not even able to smile at Draeg’s kind and comforting words. It had all been so devastating, after the other four cubs were born still and lifeless, her one little dragga was killed mercilessly without a chance of a proper good-bye. And to have topped off her misery, Cwen’s Beta female, and healer of the pack, had come to her with grave news that her other son Kop had been kidnapped by a pack of humans and that Draeg had left to save him, leaving Cwen on her own to take rule over Ge-Rad and matters on the war against the Balkar and Sarnes.

The snow fell thickly through the bare branches of the deciduous trees, and landed in heaps on the needled conifers and pines. A varg could barely see far in front of their muzzle the gently floating flakes were so dense. Cwen was so disorientated that she had no clue if her frozen nose was even leading her in the right direction, but at this moment in time, she couldn’t have cared less. She was finally out of Ge-Rad and back into the Kerl lands…and this was where she truly belonged. Alone and free. But she had a duty to do as Drappa, and her will to complete it was stronger than her depressive state of mind.
Dragging her long legs through the piling blanket of virgin snow, Cwen sighed a deep breathe and merely ignored the beautiful plume of misting air that swirled from her shimmering black nasal and into the snow filled air before her. But suddenly she came to a stand still and craned her neck over to a bare oak tree that was so tall, old and crooked that she thought it could be as old as Tor and Fenris themselves. Scenting it softly her auds perked and her hanging tail twitched slightly with thought. This aroma felt familiar…as it was often what she scented off Draeg in the old days when he was a member of Deor. Knowing for sure that this was the pack which the great Chalos resided within, Cwen stretched out her neck and parted her muzzle to let her call spread out through the land. Whether or not Chalos came before another…she would stand her ground and speak the words she came to ask and share. After all, she was on the pack’s boundary – that she was sure of – and had a reason to be here.

[Chalos Autumn]

The day was dreary and grey-clouded, as seemed usual for the winter months, and in the midst of it sat a tired Dragga who was still attempting to regain his strength from his most recent travels - his first time out of the territory, gone to Ge-Rad to request assistance and alliance in the upcoming war. For the past few days he'd spent his time lounging around and checking his packmates, trying to at least motivate them to increase their strength and muscle-tone. In truth, however, Chalos had been lazy. The death of Bent Time had deeply affected him, and it almost seemed that he'd lost the love of living. His head hung low most of the time, steps dragged, tail drooped when he thought none were around.. Most of the time, his perky ways were acted out as if to pretend for his packmates, trying to reassure them that he had overcome the death of the varg he'd come to love.

The nostrils of the Deor Dragga twitched and flared with the hint of a scent that did not belong to the packlands - it was all to familiar to Chalos, though entirely new to his territories. His mind deciphered the scent in a second; Cwen. What could the moody enchantress of Ge-Rad be doing wandering about neighbouring packlands? The rust-and-ebony varg's pace quickened, and he leapt right into a bound as he made his way towards the lighter-coloured femme. Whatever her reason for being in Deor, it had to be terribly important for her to leave her pack behind - it put Ge-Rad to the test, indeed; could they survive even two days without Dragga or Drappa? It was doubtful, as many Ge-Rad members kissed their alphas' paws.

Eventually he pulled up just a few metres away from Cwen, emerald eyes gleaming with an almost youthful curiosity. "Cwen, Drappa of Ge-Rad, what's your reason for leaving your pack behind? Is everything alright?" He inquired, standing tall and proud as only an alpha could. Muscles rippled and curled as he pulled his body closer to the she-varg, touching his nose to hers in a gentle, friendly gesture as if to say, 'I'll always be here if you need to talk.'

The enormous male suddenly perked and straightened, however, as he further inspected the scents over her fur. Death. Misery. Ears grew erect with sudden worry - what had happened? Was Ge-Rad gone? "Cwen.. What.." He trailed off, unable to finish. His actions and words weren't acted, for now he was shifting from one foot to the other, anxious for the grey-and-white Drappa to spill her story.

[Cwen]

The swift appearance of Chalos made Cwen stagger back in surprise and her auds perked, though her head and tail remained low. In normal circumstances, Cwen would have cared not that this was not her territory and held her tail high like the queen she was – in fact the true meaning of her name was derived from this word, and it suited her down to the ground. However with the grief that was playing over in her torn apart heart, the silver Drappa of Ge-Rad held little interest in looking supreme to the gentle giant of Deor.
His gentle nose touch drew her in almost immediately and Cwen leaned in after he pulled away, almost expecting a nuzzle or lick…much as Draeg used to lavish her with. Flattening her auds when it never came, the silver Drappa let out a light whine and averted her grey gaze earthwards, pulling back her head and suddenly shaking off the feeling before letting a deep growl throttle her throat. Peering back up to Chalos, she nodded towards his larger form, understanding the Dragga fully on his approach to her…it was she who had taken on the wrong idea.

Licking her chops she took a placid step backwards before opening her pearly white muzzle to speak. “You may know Chalos, that Draeg has left Transylvania for a time. I am not sure how well news can travel on the winds and snows of winter. But it is true. He has left to rescue my son Kop from a capture taken place by a human pack. With the knowledge that I may never see either of my pre-…my mate nor sun again, it brings a grave grief to my heart,” she spoke, breaking off when going into the word ‘precious’ as though not willing to show that side of herself to Chalos. Growling lightly she continued, aiming not to go into detail unless he asked, and simply to get her point across of her travels. “If you were interested at all in knowing how Draeg’s litter were birthed, you might like to know that four female and one male were born. The four female were born still and the single male survived long enough for us to name him after Draeg’s father Krael. I say long enough for whilst the Balkar and Sarnes invaded out packlands and we went to fight, something came in and destroyed the den, and my precious son too,” she choked back on her words and was now staring desperately at her pearly white paws, hoping that without eye contact, Chalos would not determine her true emotions that were now bubbling savagely under her skin.
After a few moments pause, Cwen let out a deep sigh and shook her head before peering back up towards the Deor Dragga, now aiming to bring her story to a close and explain her true reason for approaching his lands and disturbing his pack. “That is why I am here Chalos. The war. After the Balkar and Sarnes members were driven from our packlands, I got a true reality check on what is coming our way. I have no idea why the packs invaded Ge-Rad if only for them to leave again. But I am aware that they will not come after us in hope for the war to start, they are waiting for us to come to them. After all, it was not the entire number each pack holds that breached my lands, only a select few,” she explain, her mind still fizzing over what it could have possibly been that had brought the two packs onto her lands that night if only for a brief while before they left. “I was merely wondering, or more so than merely I guess, when this war is going to start. Will I have to go on without Draeg there to aid Ge-Rad and Deor? As I know our main ties between the packs are through himself and yourself. So…I thought it best to ask,” she muttered, feeling now rather stupid for spilling her life story on the no doubt already troubled mind of Chalos Autumn.