A cold wind lumbered his fur as he traversed an unknown forest. In some way it felt familiar. Dark and misty, caressing the feeling of a danger lurking anywhere he wasn't looking. Maybe if he wasn't alone he could appreciate the mood. Unfortunately the circumstances haven't let him properly examine all of the new territories he just found himself in.

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his tent with a wide smile decorating his muzzle. His head was full of plans for the following days, how he'll proceed with lessons, how he would trick their enemies into entering the whispering forest. He was still waiting for a group of his packmates returning from an investigation they went on a few days back. Was there really a monster lurking in the lake? Well, he won't know for a long time it seemed.

The trees he passed looked too normal. He already missed the mutated monstrosities he had to see over and over. No scent of his packmates could be found no matter where he went. Something was not right. Was he still in a dream? Like, would he wake up and think it was real or was it lucid dreaming? Even if, his hunger still felt too real for his liking. Wasn't he supposed to not feel it there? Like at all? Why wasn't he able to float above the ground?

The possibility of him dying crossed his mind, but he rapidly dismissed it. There was no way. He was in his prime with so many goals to achieve! Even if, what would kill him? He was safe as witches' chosen. Maybe it was some sort of a challenge from them? To check his devotion? Phew! He'll pass it paws down. He already could feel the spirit in the mist surrounding him. A cold feeling, touching him like death coming through their dens. He smiled at the memory.

His stomach bumbled as he traversed countless amounts of terrain. The Sun was raising diluting the mist. In the distance Anzelm saw a silhoulette. Could it be someone from his pack? No way! Or maybe! What were the odds? Well, if the witches are testing him then the possibility of someone else taking the test was quite high!

He jumped towards the target, wagging his tail. Hey you! He shouted getting closer. Who are you?

SKILL : Seer (1/5)

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Anzelm

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With Joxer leaving Jaxxon had tried to be a little more dutiful with his duties of the pack. He'd woken up early to traipse the borders and piss on trees, freshening up the border markers since he didn't remember the last time it was done, he'd made it mostly around the borders with his head heavy with thoughts of them all.

Freya...

Kaida...

Joxer...

Even Jada hung in the thick air of his brain as he pressed on and on for them... At least two of them were still here with him, god's knew what the fuck would happen next with them but he decided he'd press onwards with himself and shove them back into their card catalogue. The winds shifted, the air wrapped around his nostrils and he was smacked with the scents of another...

But before he could say or do anything a form began bounding towards him. Jaxxon felt his hackles raise along his creamy colored scruff in defensive nature, his eyes narrowed for a moment before he noticed the waving duo-toned plume above the strangers hips. Jaxx relaxed a little bit and chuckled before he pulled himself up to his full height, he shied away from the man slightly to avoid a collision and smirked at him in amusement.

I'm Jaxxon... Who're you...? The leader questioned with a raise of one of his chocolate eyebrows. He surely was meant to be here, but what about this monochrome man that had just suddenly appeared in their forests? One who smelled heavily of spices and herbs... It reminded him much of Freya, El and Jazz...

He froze in place seeing the encountered wolf closer. He had no idea who the fuck that was. He didn't look as anyone Anzelm ever saw. He looked at the stranger from head to claws. Brown coat, a classic forest wolf. But he had no marks of dark magic. He had to be a loner. But then, what was he even doing here?
I'm Anzelm. He puffed out his chest, wagging his tail. The head of Shamans.
He said without flinching. This wasn't completely true, but who would need to know that? Not the potentially dangerous stranger, right? Not like he could check it or anything.
Do you happen to know where are we? I'm not certainly sure what I'm supposed to do. I kiiinda woke up there. He raised brows and looked around. Maybe the stranger was supposed to give him a mission? Or ask a question?

SKILL : Trickster (2/5)

Goodbye blind Gienia
buy yourself a trumpet to fart

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Anzelm

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Jaxxon raised his tail over his thick haunches, curled and positioned like the leader he was to let this man know who was in charge here, though he had a feeling the man didn't have a clue where he was trespassing... Damn was he lucky Jaxxon found him and not one of the others...

He felt the man's gaze rake over his frame and Jaxxon did the same in return, filling in the blanks of what he might be up against in the event that he flipped his switch. The stranger introduced himself as Anzelm and puffed his chest out with pride, claiming he was the head of Shamans. Jaxxon scoffed a bit at this, knowing El would have something to say about that but continued to listen to the man go on.

He questioned where they were and explained he didn't know what he was supposed to do and claimed he had just woken up. Jaxx nodded in understanding and plopped his heavy behind down on the ground behind him with a thud.

Yeah I know where, You're in Mistveil, Saint's territory... Boy are you lucky I found you and not one of the others... He told him, mirroring his earlier thoughts out loud. What you wanna do here is entirely up to you... You've woken up in Mythris... Specifically my lands... The auburn man frowned, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

If you plan on stayin' here I can give you a mission, otherwise you better skedaddle before I decide to not be so nice... The Overseer explained to him, being very clear that he intended on protecting his lands from ones that didn't intend to help the ranks.