Growth [PACK MEETING]

[Bathsheba]

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[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] Cypress slowed her lope to a steady canter, she was blessed with an above average endurance, which made her hunting trips easier to handle. She was carrying a mouthful of large winged fish, as well as a bellyfull. Her brownish pelt fluffed up to conserve the warmth from her trek. Her intense eyes glanced over her shoulder, seeing if the male Osiris had managed to keep up with her. She was a bit ahead of him, that gave her confidence in her abilities. Her ears twitched as Sheba's powerful howl echoed across the tundra. Looks like I arrived just in time for once.... She slowed to a walk, allowing the male to catch up with her. She felt odd bringing a stranger to a pack meeting, but he had helped her bring the rest of the fish. Surely Sheba would understand, once the fish were in front of her that is.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/b9j5er.jpg] Eyes glanced around softly. The snow covered ground so beautiful. A smile pulled to her lips as she let her paws dig into the snow softly. Her frame laying upon the snow softly as she rested. This land. This northern lands. Such a great place for herself. And the wolves in it. Great people. This place reminding her so much of her past, though the happy memories. Father, i am happy, i wish you were still here, though i know, you must be proud of me lyrics spoke up to the heavens. Eyes closed fora mometn before her thought being interrupted by the sound of a howl. A demanding howl. Sheba. She stood to her feet as she shook snow from ehr pelt. Eyes looked around, before she raised her muzzle, letting a howl out into hte atmosephere telling sheba she has heard, and will be there. She opened her eyes once again before her front feet pulled out forward, then her back pushing off against teh ground as she began a run. Her white adn blue designed fur bristling against the winds pressure as her speed increased. A pack meeting, i wonder what Sheba wishes to talk about she thought curiously in her mind before letting her mind travel back to the reality around her. Eyes glanced forward as she let her legs move at a constant speed. My frame heading toward the source of Sheba's howl. This she knew was going to be exciting. Finally a pack she has found to live in, serve for, and care and protect. One that accepts her. Teal died eyes looked ahead through the winds. Winter. It was soon. Only another month or two. Though it wouldn't be long till mid fall and late fall to be over with, and winter would begin. Winter. How wonderful it was. How she cheerish so much. Probably the reason because of her father. Winter. it was the last time she had seen her father. And from then on she was alone. Though now, not anymore. Now she had a home. Friends. And wolves to go to for help. Wolves that she could trust. A place that she could trust. Was her life now beginning to be better. To improve. This was a time where she could fix all her mistakes.

[doki]

The new Balkamir Empire Doctor lifted his head at the sound of his Empress' howl. He was arraging some herbs that he had found a while ago, putting them neatly in piled against his den. Well, he was the doctor. Of course he had to have herbs. He slowly stood, quickly finishing his sorting and hesitantly moving towards his den entrance. He peeked out, seeing that Sheba was calling a pack meeting. He immediatly looked to her paw, just to make sure she wasn't putting too much weight on it. He nodded in approval and slowly stepped out, his slow and light steps making it so he wouldn't direct much attention.

Doki stopped when he reached the other wolves, in the back of the group. He sat down, his eyes and ears flicking warily. He kept quiet, his mind wandering as he gazed at Bathsheba. He sighed quietly, clearly more relaxed than he had been when he first joined the pack. He listened intentively and wasn't willing to move a muscle.

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[osiris]

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[atrb=background,http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d50/kikkiy/OsirisMiddle.jpg] Osiris loped slightly behind Cypress, letting her lead the way. It was a different experience, letting the female lead him, but he took it all in stride. It was just yet another thing that he could add to his list of things he had done since leaving his old pack. So far the list wasn’t that long, but he had a feeling that from now on he would be adding to it daily. His nose twitched as the thick smell of a pack border managed to pass the sweet scent of fish blood that dripped down his throat. So, this was the great pack with a Yagi leader that Cy had been telling him about… He felt a that same small flutter in his stomach again and picked up the pace to catch up with Cypress when a howl bent the air. Pack meeting? His eyes looked at the female in front of him and wondered, for a moment, if she would force him to stop and drop the fish and turn around. Yet she showed no sign of doing such a thing and his tail wagged a little as it flew behind him like a flag. Osiris had slowed down near the end of their travel, his large body not used to such travel and his shoulders protesting as his dipped down even more. Sometimes he wished he had light horns like the ones Cy had, something that wouldn’t strain his neck. But he knew that he wouldn’t be who he was without his proud set of ram horns that made his skull that much larger. Without further delay they entered into a small clearing. Ossy’s eyes immediately clapped onto a Yagi female that was, surely, the empress. He kept his face like stone but on the inside he questioned her broken horn and her rather pudgy appearance before catching the site of a swollen paw. Did they not have one with healing powers here? In his old pack they had a very old healer who would be able to fix that up within an hour, but perhaps here they lacked such a luxury.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] Cypress looked around the clearing as she came across the bluff. She stopped momentarily, as if considering a few options in her mind. She glanced at Osiris, reassuring his presence and making she the fish in his jaws were clearly visible. She walked over to Sheba and deposited the fish a few feet from the Empress. With a bowed head she speaks, "Bathsheba, I bring more food, as well as a guest." Her water buck horns gleam in the pale light as she used them to indicate where Osiris was. "He, Osiris Hyen, helped catch the fish...Poseiden did as well" She glanced around the clearing, it seemed that the keiyou had not arrived. With her explanation in the air, she began to regurgitate the rest of the meal for Sheba. At least that part would be steaming warm, the fish they had carried were not as warm, but it was food.

[eastern]

Viking held back a frustrated sigh as the howl echoed through his ears. He reminded himself that he wouldn’t have to swallow his pride for long, if his plans go right. He hated to be at the beck and call, of a Yagi that was so…Unworthy.

Viking would lay low for the first couple of weeks, assessing the pack’s members, and their loyalty to the fat Empress. If they were too loyal, well they would have to go. But there had to be ones that shared his disgust, right? He would gain their trust, and together they would bring the downfall of the unfit ruler and he would be able to run this pack right.

He shook his head, his lip curling. I must act like a member of the pack, for now. So I don’t raise suspensions. He huffed, mentally preparing himself for the ordeal he would have to sit through. “Look friendly, look friendly, look friendly.” He chanted under his breath. He had to appear loyal to Sheba, especially to the other pack members so they would in turn trust him.
“Okay, time to bullshit my way into the hearts of this pack.” He cracked a chilling smile, before it shifted into a small hey-lets-be-friends smile. He lurched forward, moving between and awkward gait and a trot. His horns and oversized muscles made moving quickly more than a little hard. He made for a terrible hunter, but an excellent fighter.

The scent of the pack reached his nose, and he made sure that he face held no animosity, before stepping into their sights. He glanced around at his new pack mates, and hopeful soon-to-be subordinates. He spotted a few Yagi, and he felt his tense muscles relax. But he couldn’t help but to notice that he outweighed and stood taller than them all, to his satisfaction. Like his ego needed another boost. He spotted Sheba, looking as sorry as ever. Although she was a disgrace to her kind, she was still a Yagi, and Viking felt better around her.

He didn’t introduce himself to the ones already gathered; he sensed that he should wait for Sheba to talk. But he did give a respectful nod towards Sheba before finding a spot to stand. He did not relax, thinking it would show weakness. His poster held power, and pride, the human equivalent would have been a bouncer standing in front of a club, his tight black shirt barely stretching across his pecks, with his this thick arms crossed infront of his cest.

[branded]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-9.png] Sabire burst into the crowd, shouldering past wolves and fighting with tooth and nail to get to the front. Her silver eyes burned with a gleeful ferocity. She had news to share, oh yes, such glorious news that would set the whole pack into a wild frenzy. The words weighted her tongue, struggling to escape through her lips. Such divine, juicy gossip deserved to be let loose onto the world—to wreak havoc and discord. The silver Cael was only a few meters away from the Empress now, and she was already squirming with the sheer joy of it all. Who had been the sole wolf to be attentive enough to realize? Why, of course the honor belonged to Sabire, the most cunning, the most beautiful. She allowed her eyelids to drop and held them at half-mast, her eyes waning to smoldering crescents. Images of the wolves’ horror-stricken faces surfaced from the depths of her subconscious, conjured by her intemperance. In her mind’s eye, Sabire was perched on a luxurious pedestal—looking down into the assembly, enjoying the awe that she had inspired—and best of all, among the sea of faces was Bathsheba herself, staring up at her with an ambivalent expression of mingling terror and reverence. She was regal, she was powerful—a goddess—and she deserved it. Life was simply sublime. She continued to push her way through the gathering, but she was noticeably tamer and her nudges were less insistent. She began to meander along with her thoughts, trapped in the fantasy that she had created. She was drunk on her own praise and self-imposed importance. Unable to walk straight let alone think, the she-wolf wandered into a wall. For a moment, she stood where she was and stared stupidly at the unyielding space before her until her consciousness clicked back into place and registered it as an obstacle, something to conquer. Sabire blinked slowly and shook her head to clear it. When the barrier came into focus, she realized, though she was still slightly bemused at the prospect of it, that there was a wall of fur in front of her, blocking her path. “It’s brown,” she said, dumbfounded. “It’s brown and green.” The mass of hair sharpened into a hunched form before thinning out into the shape of a wolf. A pair of large horns, tapering into two wicked-looking points, adorned the wolf’s head, but in contrast, its body was small and rather dainty. Sabire tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowed in speculation. A Yagi? Then she looked down at her feet at the slender little bodies wriggling desperately beneath her. Fish? Realization dawned on her fast. She had stumbled into a Yagi, and had rebounded off its thick winter coat. Thankfully, the worst of her fall had been cushioned by a conveniently placed pile of winged fish, and the impact of her body had sent the fish flying through the air halfway across the clearing. On the other hand, she still had a bad-tempered Yagi to contend with. She hurriedly assumed a cool expression, fought down her fear, and flashed the wolf a smile. "Fellow wolf, I greet you." She puffed out her chest. "You have clearly placed the pile of fish in the wrong place, but I will forgive you for a beginner's mistake. Do not worry. I have not taken any offense. I shall dismiss it as a small, trifling matter."

[holly]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/lll-1.png] ooc// Yo yo yo << Loverly Lissome Hey... << Darling Lilt (: bic. Lissome glared as a snowy wolf touched down beside her. "I see you've finally decided to join me, sister" Lilt averted her eyes, not wanting to meet her sister's eyes. "Well it's a good thing you arrived when you did" Lissome indicated a grouping of wolves with her head. "Batsheba called a meeting." Lilt nodded, wondering what Batsheba would say if she missed the first meeting. "Come on Lil" Lissome called her sister as she padded forward, towards the group. Lilt nodded and cantered after her sister. They reached the group quickly enough. Lissome smiled and seated herself. Lilt followed suit, wondering how odd they must look, two wolves, one dark and one fair. They sat together as if they were close friends instead of rival sisters.

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/b9j5er.jpg] A smile pulled to her lips as she came upon the area of the dens. Wolves. She could see they were gathering, though not the whole pack was here just yet. Meaning she was on time. She slowed to a walk as she pulled around the edge of the gathering. Eyes searching for Sheba. Soon Forestia saw her sitting there at the front. Ah there she is she thought with a smile letting her white coat pull through the crowd. Mm it was big. Ears flicked lightly before she let herself sit down just a few feet before Sheba. A large gathering my Empress. words spoke out as she lowed her head to the ground in a bow before raising it back up. She would sit near her empress. As her duty to protect this pack and Sheba, as with Anthony. Ears flicked slightly, listening to the voices around her before eyes looked back to Sheba. She stood to her feet once again as she walked to the side a little, before sitting down again so she was facing the crowd and Sheba. Her head turning toward Sheba to speak again. I am glad i was able to make it in time words commented with a slight smile toward her before looking away and observing the wolves in the crowd again.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] Cypress had just finished depositing the steamy fish mash for her Empress when a great weight slammed into her. She was momentarily knocked off balance, but quickly recovered. She growled in surprise and spun around as the Cael female stared dumbfounded at her. Cypress kept a curled lip, and watched in horror as the other female fell into her well placed pile of fish. Her lip fell as she watched, the fish go flying. She was astonished that so much disrespect was being shown to the Capitan. "Who are you?" Her temper began to flare, "Who are you to talk to me like that?" A snarl erupted as the other female spoke, "Beginner? I've been hunting for this pack for months now." She hated being talked down too, especially by a stranger. She turned and look at Sheba, begging for an explaination....

[Bathsheba]

Sheba watched with interested eyes as her pack settled into their ranks. The monstrous Empress let a grin splash upon her face before she settled into her normally staid expression. And then the Empress gave huffing breath as the back seemed to materialize at the sound of her voice. Here she was! Their ruler and they expected her to be great and she was to be so—just for them.

Cypress had arrived first, offerings of food just for her. Sheba knew that there was a dire need for more Hunters in her pack because there was only so much that Cypress could bring. A bellyful of a meal was fine and dandy, but Sheba wanted her pack to take down a unicorn so that they could share in the spoils of a good hunt. Not following far behind Cypress, however, was a strange wolf—one that Sheba couldn’t name. Immediately, she felt a bit suspicious, but the Empress trusted her Captain. There was no way that Cypress was that stupid. Besides… what’s another new wolf in the pack? The Empire showed promise to be the largest pack in the lands.

And Sheba’s eyes scanned around her, she wondered who would be first to arrive and settle. She narrowed her eyes as she saw weak-hearted Doki. The only reason she kept him in the pack was because he was a darn-good Doctor. If he had no talents, he would have been a prisoner and a toy for her to chew on to alleviate stress. He, unsurprisingly, took a seat in the back of the crowd, not wanting to be known. Ha, she’d show him. She had plans to, once again, put him in the spotlight.

Her pack, she could name all the members one by one. Forestia had settled into rank as well and Sheba had plans to promote the well-deserving female. A Lupus as Commander… Sheba thought fondly of her old rank. It was one that she wore with pride and hoped that Forestia would settle into it just as easily. Still, her eyes were more focused on the stranger that had accompanied Cypress.

“Who?” And she was about to finish her question, but Cypress had the good sense to answer for herself without prodding. Osiris Hyen… Such a name… it sounded as if he came from good stock and the fact that he helped Cypress helped illuminated his worth in Sheba’s eyes.

She said nothing of him. About him. Still she contemplated what to do with him. And in the end, she decided to stick him where he had done the most work thus far.

Sheba gave a smile as Lissome and Lilt joined the fray. The twin sisters were in need of being ranked and being rankless… it was like only being half a wolf when it came to running with Sheba in her pack. The Empire needed all its wolves to be in with their correct duties. And Sheba smilingly knew where each wolf belonged now.

And then, the new advisor stumbled into view—starry eyed and barely fashionably late. Sheba shook her head a bit, but knew that this wolf—this opposite of her was the perfect advisor when it all came down to it.

But then, it seemed that the situation reversed itself. Here was her Sabire, the new advisor, putting on the worst show in the history of pack meetings. Covered with fishy vomit and looked upon with daggered eyes from Cypress—her sharp Captain.

Sheba heaved to her feet. Already, her feet were sore from the walk down here, but Bathsheba refused to call herself too fat. She limped awkwardly to the two wolves and placed a huge barrier between Cypress and Sabire. “The new Advisor, Cypress.” And then, Sheba limped back to her spot at the center before collapsing. She was too lazy to make any attempt at grace. Her ears flickered backwards as her nose drank at the scents. Everyone was here.

“Let’s announce a few things.” And Bathsheba raised her volume. Her commanding voice demanded that all eyes be on her. She smiled. It is a large gathering… Pride over her pack could be seen in her eyes. She settled Anthony upon her feet and then continued.

“I have decided on a few things. First off, this wolf…” and here, Sheba gestured a fat paw to Sabire, who was covered in fish and stinking in the belly-full that Cypress had gathered just for the pack. Bathsheba was not an idiot and knew that such wasted work would have made anyone mad. “This wolf is our new pack advisor. Don’t let her folly fool you; she’s great at her job.” And Sheba’s coppery eye glared to Sabire because she expected her to shape up and prove herself to the pack. If Sabire was a mistake, then how could the pack trust their Empress?

“Doki, as a few of you know, is the new Pack Doctor.” Sheba revealed her broken leg—it was broken at the hock and was healing quite nicely actually. “Perhaps my pain is a blessing to reveal that he really does have some worth.” Her eyes gazed pleasantly to Doki—more maternal than anything, but such pleasantries could be taken to the extreme.

Sheba gave a sigh and then continued. “Oh yes, and perhaps the most deserved promotion is that of Forestia. Our soldier has proven herself to be worthy of Commander.”

The Empress wobbled a bit in her stance, her broken leg made it quite hard to keep a noble visage and posture. She merely let herself lay down. Her pack would understand. They always understood. “And those who have yet to be ranked? Lilt and Lissome. Sisters like day and night. Lilt is a Teacher of the pack while Lissome, a noble Huntress. Ashmari as well joins her as a Huntress and Viking takes his spot as a Soldier.”

She divvied out the ranks so easily and looked to the new wolf that Cypress had brought. “Yes, and this stranger… he can only be another Hunter. If he chooses to be.” She shrugged and then gave a tired sigh. “I’ve given thought to these rankings.”

To defy them is to defy me…

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] As Sheba pushed between the two female, Cypress stepped back and shook her head, she didn't want to make a scene. However, once the Empress spoke, Cypress could not hide the astonishment of Sheba's words, "Ad--Adviser?" Her hackles lowered a bit as she glared at Sabrie. Cypress was at an impasse. She could not go against the Empress' decree. When Sheba went back to her post, Cypress' ears flattened, as she gave a steely glare toward the new Adviser. She padded away toward the rest of the pack, she brushed against Osiris, indicating for him to come with her if he so chose. Her eyes were set on Doki, she did not bother looking around, she made a line toward the small yagi. He was the only other one that she felt close to, he had joined the same day she did. As Sheba announced Sabrie's rank to the rest of the pack, Cypress had reached the Doctor. She gave him a slight nod, congratulating his success in getting a promotion. With that, she laid down to gather her thoughts. She had to bite her tongue, she could not make a scene at the pack meeting. She was better than that. She did not yearn for attention like the Cael did. She took a few moments to look at the rest of the pack members. Foresita she knew, they had a conversation or two. She was not sure if she would make a good Commander, but Sheba seemed to think so. Cypress wanted to get up and walk off to blow off some steam and figure out how she would deal with interacting with the vain Sabrie. However, she was fiercely loyal to Sheba, and would not leave the meeting. Her gaze fell upon the new male yagi, Cypress was not sure how to take him. He seemed frozen, as if he was afraid to move. She studied his features. He looked strong and proud. For a moment she compared the male to Osiris Hyen. She blinked a little once she realized what she was doing. She shook her head in time to hear Sheba announce the two new huntresses, as well as a soilder...Viking? Most likely the large male. Her ears quivered and there was a slight flutter as another rank was given. Osiris as a hunter. That noticeably relived Cypress, she needed more hunters. She looked up at Osiris and gave him a slight smile, even her poorly docked tail wavered.

[branded]

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[atrb=background,http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq94/NuckyGirl/wolfeh-9.png] Sabire stared wide-eyed at the Empress as she shot her a meaningful glare and announced her as the newly appointed Advisor. Her jaws went slack as a throbbing numbness bloomed within her chest, closing over her lungs like icy claws and making it difficult to breathe. It continued to spread, grasping at her heart and clenching into a fist in her stomach. Her shoulders slumped forward and she pitched towards the edge of the bluff, her eyes rolling into the back of her head until the whites showed. Her last thought was about how dreadful she must seem with her fur gelled together with the juice of fish entrails and the putrid stench of the Captain’s bodily fluids tumbling off her pelt. Then, she hit the ground and all faded to an inexorable blackness. When she finally came to, it felt to her as if she had been trapped in the furthermost, tenebrous recesses of her mind for decades, slowly watching her body decay. She had wondered, shrouded in the darkness, if she would ever break free from the land of eternal night. The days--or at least what she had thought of as days for she had begun to count each second aloud just to pass the time—had flown by on tired wings. All she knew was the vicious cycle of hope and dread, each engaged in an endless power struggle to control her thoughts and feelings. At times, she had contemplated suicide, but then wallowed in despair when she had realized that she had no means with which to do so and that she was too much of a coward to do the deed by her own claws. She had come upon the decision to wait, to be patient and wait for her bones to collapse into dust and her soul to be freed from the entrapments of the corporeal. Thus, time would stretch until it was so thin that it had no meaning to her except as a pastime. “Oh yes, and perhaps the most deserved promotion is that of Forestia. Our soldier has proven herself to be worthy of Commander.” Sabire was lying on her back and looking up at the sky. Had it always looked so blue? She felt a pang of homesickness as she thought of the ocean—of the way its friendly waves used to lap at her feet like a slave waiting upon her—of how the tide, white-capped and blue-breasted, would bow down to her before crashing onto the shore. But instead of playing amongst the tidal pools, she was jailed by a fence of interlocking twigs and branches. Oh-ho, so we meet again, bramble thicket. This time, she did not thrash about. It looked as if no one had noticed her absence, and she did not want such an embarrassing, poorly executed exit to have been seen, but she still felt a stab of annoyance at the pack’s obliviousness. It buried into her side like a thorn, constantly reminding her of her failure. She ignored the thorn and sidled across the ground, still on her back. She rolled, stopped, chose a direction, rolled again, stopped again; the process was repeated until she slid out into the clearing. Quick as a flash, she leaped to her feet and melted into the shadow of the nearest tree. It was a small pine tree, a sapling really, but its shade was a cool relief to her blistering skin and just barely provided enough cover. She lurked in the darkest part of the tree’s shadow until her eyes adjusted to the gloom. The sun was high up in the sky, seated on a throne of clouds, but its warm, golden light was unable to penetrate through the dimness. The setting was perfect. She surveyed the area with wary eyes, crouched on the ice—the powerful muscles of her legs and haunches bunched up and coiled—ready to bolt at a second’s notice. Of what she could make out, she was at the bottom of a little valley. What looked like a large boulder towered over her right shoulder, casting another shadow across her dirt-caked body. It sheered off into a cliff. She presumed that the bluff was the very platform on which the Empress, the Captain, and the newly promoted Commander were settled, which meant that she had not keeled over into the assembly of wolves as she had first surmised, but had actually tumbled head over heels down the back of the precipice and into the glade below. She heaved a sigh. She was a mess, but at least no one had seen her like this. “Yes, and this stranger… he can only be another Hunter. If he chooses to be. I’ve given thought to these rankings.” Her ears twitched. Even from here, tucked away in a distant corner behind a mountain of rock and rubble, Bathsheba’s voice was as loud as if she was standing right beside her. She shuddered at the mere thought. If the Empress saw her now, she would throw a fit. Sabire knew that she herself would, and only expected the same of everyone else, regardless of how well she knew them, or of how different they were as separate individuals. Convinced that there were no other wolves nearby that could see her in her disgrace, she stepped forth from the shadows. She had hated being in the darkness; it had reminded her of her feverish nightmare, and she wished passionately to forget it all: the depression, the desperation, the loneliness. So she shut the feelings away in a box, turned the key and threw it as far as she could, but by doing so, she unknowingly stunted her growth. As long as she locked up her pain and refused to learn from her mistakes, she would continue stumbling blindly throughout the course of her life, seeking the protection and guidance of others. But she did not know, and if she had known, she simply would not have cared. Sabire dropped into a mound of snow on her side. Then she started to roll back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more vigor and speed. Steadily, the scent of rotten fish dissipated. -------------------- ooc: I’m giving the other wolves some time to voice their opinions, any suggestions, or complaints before Sabire arrives again and “spills the beans.”

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/b9j5er.jpg] Ears pricked as she laid down where she was. Listening to the Empress' words and ranking. All these wolves. New ones, and friends. As she had watched, they all deserved the new names in the pack. Though she sat up slightly surprised to when Sheba spoke of her. Commander?.. she thought just surprised, though then she bowed her head to Sheba. Thanking her for this. This was going to be a change. More responsibility put upon her. Though then, she knew she has shown it. And was ready. Though first she would have to study a bit. Observe, and work harder. She wanted to prove that she was worthier, even more than this. She stood to her feet as she gave a nod to the two twins. Congratulating them, then looking over to Doki. Doctor. A large responsibility that was. A smile shown as she gave a bow to the young wolf before looking toward Sheba, steps taken toward her as well. Thank you my Empress, and i believe you have given lots of thought. Ranking is no game words commented with a smile before looking to watch as Cypress moved away. A strange confused look was given before a sigh left. Though these ranks, ranking also gave much stress on some. Looking up again, she turned and glanced around. She raised her head softly as she looked around. Eyes searching for wolves that she may not have met yet. Wolves that she could meet, become friends with. A sigh fell from her lips silently before her frame turned toward the lake. A quick drink, then i would be back her body picked up a constant jog speed as she began toward the lake. --------------------------------------------------- OCC;; Fixed ^-^