Marzena was glad she had, finally, managed to fill one of the Council positions. And she knew that, soon enough, the pack would be called together to announce that. The only thing they were waiting for, other than new members, potentially, was Stark. Upon his return, they were ready to call the pack together and make the announcement that they were claiming the grove.
Their grove, their pack’s new territory.
She felt some level of excitement at that thought, knowing that their pack was going to expand within the next few days or so – or so she hoped roughly that long, if Stark’s estimate was to be believed. Marzena trusted her well enough, even if he had been gone for rather a long time beforehand. She believed he would not want to be gone for long after just returning, if anything.
For now, he decided to travel forwards and towards the dell, which she knew was certainly not part of their territory, but… was also rather important to them. The glen was meant to be safe for the Summit, but not only that, it was meant to be safe for the Brotherhood. Their children played there, their pack-mates hunted there, and it was nearby.
Out of habit, she felt protective, but she knew that when she saw a wolf there, acting less than adult-like, she could not demand he leave with the excuse that he was trespassing, as he was clearly not. The mark of “Leader of the Firewing Brotherhood” meant something, but it was not a mark that meant she could force him out of the dell, despite being able to warn him to leave, if he were a threat as he rolled – he did not particularly look like a threat.
She barked in greeting, announcing her presence, but otherwise did not speak to the copper-pelted wolf as he sprinkled himself in a healthy coating of mud. She would have understood if it were warmer, perhaps, or if he were a pig, but he was not. As puzzled as she was, she made no comment; it was not her place.
Jan 12, 2018 12:18 PM — Post #1
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