November Gathering 2016 (Rogue Plot Part One) Nov 13, 2016 16:06:45 GMT -5
Post by Zakodiak on Nov 13, 2016 16:06:45 GMT -5
Silence rested over the Slough Creek valley like a blanket, the full moon illuminating the shadows nearby. Even with the moon’s brilliant lighting, the land around them was left darker than usual.
For this gathering, Avikii decided to take his pack early, it left him slightly annoyed that Storm had always beaten him to it in the past. Yet, the alpha had yet to discover why it wasn’t Storm’s howl that called down that packs that night...
He glanced up at the sky, noticing a few clouds blotted out the luminescent full moon. He narrowed his eyes, praying it wasn’t an omen of bad news. Avikii waited on the ledge on the outskirts of the den site that overlooked the valley, the place he called home. He flicked an ear at the sound of shuffling behind him, which told him it was time to leave. "Let’s go," he signaled to his pack, who waited around the site, light chit-chat taking them over. The alpha turned and lead the group of wolves down the sloping hills of their territory. Paws drummed on the stiff, frozen ground, he passed clumps of snow or brushed by it as Avikii lead the group towards the Old OxBow.
As the group continued to shuffle forward, Avikii found that they had reached the edge of their territory, and with that came the crossing of the shallow creek. He shivered as the cool water crept it’s way up his legs, and was relieved when he found himself on the other side, stepping foot onto neutral territory. He wasted no time to get moving again.
A while later, the alpha looked up, spotting the crescent shaped body of water up ahead. Good, it’s not a far walk. He thought, and pressed on ward. Soon, he and his pack flooded into the Old OxBow, and Avikii took his place on the large smooth rock placed perfectly in the center of the area of land. He took a moment to scan over the gathered wolves before lifting his muzzle to the dark sky, letting out a strong, loud howl to signal that they had arrived, and for Bison Pack to get on their way.
302 watched as his alpha began to lead the pack out of camp. We must finally be leaving, he thought, and got to his paws to follow.
Once they had crossed the creek and arrived at the OxBow, he took a seat, and tried to force out the sound of Avikii’s howl, he was sitting close by, and it was just enough the drown out the murmurs around him. He glanced to his left, seeing Hediki alone at the moment. He knew the half-pack would feel left out, so with a sigh, the Casanova invited him over. "Hey, over here." He barked. Then he wondered if the gathering would be awkward for the young wolf, or perhaps he had tried to put his half-blood self behind him.
Once Hediki arrived at the Old OxBow, he realized just how few friends he had. Apart from his siblings, he didn’t know very many wolves within his own pack, nonetheless speak with them. Then a bark caught in his ear, a familiar one. He looked up to see 302, who surprisingly, beckoned him over. Wow, he may have his sights set on the females, but at least he still notices the friendless male. He thought, and padded over to the black wolf, sitting down beside him. "Thanks…" He said quietly.
Now that he thought of it, Hediki would be facing the pack he was half of. To be honest, it had been forever since that Bison Pack wolf was taken from Canyon Pack’s custody, what was her name? He thought, picking his mind for anything that could be remembered. Wasn’t there another that went with her, that was taken? I thought she was Canyon though. The young wolf continued to ponder, clueless to the fact that he had forgotten his family.