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The black coated male shifted his head around lazily. Honestly, it had been days since he had seen anyone, and the big thriving pack that he had been admitted in, just over a year before looked thin. Yawning with a slight whine, he looked over the land, seeing smoke unfurl haph hazardly in the distance. No, he had seen no one as late, and was reluctant also to hang around with Feste, since he was so goddamn annoying... What happened at the Alpha's meeting, he had no clue either, as he did not have to escort the Lady Argo back to her home in the mountains. Instead, the male had taken to scouting the borders almost ruthlessly, tracking down any humans and spying on them wherever he had thought was humanely possible.

Yes, Makani had taken to stalking the two leggers, watching them, learning how they use their limbs and cover their furless bodies. To be honest, it made him feel sick, but whatever helped them in the end was a good enough thing for him to contend with... and besides, it kept him busy. Now however, the scraggly remains of some kind of rodent type creature lay and litle way from him, and a smooth, pink tongue ran over his teeth to clean them.

Smacking his chops, the brute automatically froze as the sombre, melancholy sound reverberated across the plains. Quickly, his hawk gold gaze snapped in that direction, ears following but a second later. The sound of the call practically tore a hole in Makani's chest, the first note alone enough to tell him that something was wrong, and that it was in fact his Alpha that called his pack to his side, the notes creating the dark aura of a funeral dirge, or the singing at a wake.

Frowning, Makani instantly rose to all four paws, giving only a slight stretch before picking his exhausted legs into a trot, then a full lope. The Alphen was not that far away... no, he was not... and soon enough, the blackened wolf could see the figures of his leader, the two young princesses, and, to his surprise, Feste. A worried expression cast on his muzzle, Makani flattened his ears and lowered his tail, looking up at the tired looking Aphelion with sad eyes, cocking his head to one side before dipping his head sombrely towards him, and then to the royal siblings, before giving a slight nod to Feste.

'Aphelion?' he mumured, stepping forwards, ready to be either comforter or meatshield at this particular moment. The daughters, he noted, looked worried... and there was no sign of Aria. His eyes flashed with a little panic... what had gone on here?

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Once, long ago, humans roamed the earth, going between land masses with ease and pleasure. This was the natural way of things. There were many wild animals on the planet, wolves among them.

One day, a white wolf was lost and thirsty. Her name was Leda. She came upon a body of water that stretched as far as her eyes could see. Thinking it something to drink, she lapped it up quickly. Overcome with dizziness, she fell into the water, yet she did not drown. She felt solidity beneath her feet, and when she looked up again, discovered that she was on an underwater land bridge. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she could see it.

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Eagerly she ran along it, splashing the bitter water into her coat. She ran for three days, and on the third day she found an island. She named it Reikoku-Soul Island-because there was no one on it. That is, she thought there was no one on it.

She found that the island was plentiful with all the wildlife she'd known in the past, but without many predators. She ate many things and drank the sweet lake and river water that came from the island. After she had been there a while, she discovered a change in her appearance. She had sprouted wings.

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Rating: PG-13
Species allowed: Wolves
Skill Level: Intermediate-Advanced
Type: Semi-Realistic Wolf

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<sup>The waters were so pristine, rocking shoalls of fish back and fourth in their lulling ways. THey sparkled under the summer sun, twinkling back tesselations of light making it a welcoming vista from the cliffs of Glyn. The sea rushed at the short line of beach directly beneath the rocky peak, and Righ stood observing from Eagle Pointe in the Glyn territory. He heard the mourning call of Alpheion echo throughout the land, and the obsidian wolf shook his head in recognized sympathy. He was beyond mourning, but called back a formal howl, an echo of Innis condolance.

He let his song sail on the sea breeze, inward towards the mainland, ringing long after he ended the dirge. But now it was time for him to go home. The Elder of Truth had spent enough time on the mainland to gauge the situation, and was far too long away from his island. THe gaurdian hated being so far away, so helpless in regards to their safety. While his pack was small, it was his to protect; not that he doubted Mneme or Kaliani, he was just one to do things for himself.

Silently, he quickly desended the cliffs, reaching the bottom in an hour and already walking out along the coral bridge. The tides had receded enough to let him pass, touching the reef as a sort of hidden guide, safe passage from the sea wolves whose fins so often breached the sparkling surface. Righ's yellow eyes trained towards the sandy shore, and within three hours he'd crossed from the mainland to the island. So much had happened, and he knew Mneme would come looking for information eventually; she was always preoccupied with pack buisness, and so the male knew it his duty to keep her informed; she would get ancy if he did not, and that was the last thing he wanted: any reason for Mneme to do something... stupid rash.

Compacted paws touched soft sand, and the lithe male--no longer a stocky looking breed of the north--shook out his short coat. Water flew from the ends, no longer weighing him down, and with this new sense of freedom Righ started off at an easy lope. The swim had drained him, but not enough as to allow him to walk; his pride and stamina were far stronger than that. He moved at a steady pace, nose high in the air as he followed Mneme's scent on the warm breeze. The winds shifted yet again, and blew a surprise to the Elder: a newcomer.

Already the island scent intermingled with the new one; she'd been here for some time. Mneme must've already noticed her, and as Righ drew closer, he slowed to a walk, tail high, but otherwise casual. He hopped up the rocks, claws scrapping and giving away his prescence to a trained ear, and came upon the scene. Mneme was talking to her, he supposed, but otherwise they were alone. The incesent calling of the gulls and the bark of seals could be heard far off, while sea foam splashed up along the edge of the rocks... something the trespasser was unusually close to. Without a word, the black wolf moved to Mneme's side, his shoulder brushing gently against her's.

Righ's peircing yellow eyes fixated on Kelpie, and he stared in silence, making no other sound, movements, or gestures.</sup>