Skill: Ranger

It was with paws of lead that Alder trudged onward. His limbs felt impossibly heavy, yet they were numb to him at the same time; at only three years of age, Alder had already suffered two great losses in his life.

His grandmother Viscaria, slain by the fangs of his own grandfather Cypress, and now his -

- friend -

- Sølvi had... vanished.

For a long time Alder raged against the unfairness of the comical tragedy that was his life. He had been born into it wrong from the start, his crimson coat a testament to that fact - despised by his own mother who found him repulsive for it, watching him with baleful eyes while he paraded ignorantly around as the hideous memory of a devil that was etched into his very DNA.

The devil had taken his grandmother.

The devil had wounded the sun - dared to strike Solvi.

At last Alder himself had killed the devil, and the gods smiled for only a moment as they let him savor the victory, coaxed gently by Solvi into something resembling hope of a better life until one day the world spirited her away, too, and he was once again alone.

Perhaps that was how it was meant to be.

Alder wasn't sure where his paws were taking him, but an oddly familiar scent saw him lift his head for the first time in hours to survey his surroundings - the smell reminded him of...

... Dimitri ?

The girl's barely a pre-teen, able to move about farther and farther from the den, and while she doesn't know that she's under the watchful eyes of her Mommy, she knows she's growing bigger and stronger every day. Her scarlet coat is gorgeous, so her Ma tells her, and Mommy tells her that it's good that she wants to protect her family. Auntie Steller is starting to use her name, too, even if she won't say Eabha's or Sasha's or Cian's.

And part of her trials of adulthood is to move towards the edges of their little land, never once noticing the silver shadow on her heels. Instead, her eyes lock on a coat as scarlet as hers and a scent she doesn't recognize. Her fur stands on end as she rushes forward, not thinking for a minute that danger could be awaiting her.

"Hey! You didn't howl!" her voice is commanding. "Don't you know this is our kingdom?!"

Warrior

They were getting older and that meant their range was further, following one of the few adults around and learning to well...adult! Yeah! Ma's got them smell lines right there! Always one to back up her sisters, the fat golden ball of energy came rushing up to her side, ready to Throw Down with the much larger wolf, though her tail was wagging compared to Darragh's more hostile approach.

Already, she was sizing up this red guy, Ma's been training them all to fight since...well, forever! Surely together they can take on a grown wolf if he turns out mean. Ya gotta howl when ya smell the smelly lines if ya wanna pass Ksyusha said very seriously, much like a child telling you to look both ways when crossing a street.

My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
1-0-1 OC
Bulldozer

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Speech Emotional Actions Thoughts

Éabha had barley paid attention when two siblings had ran off, only till she heard the yapping at someone did she care. The smell was, disgusting in a way, new and very assaulting to her nose to be so new. Quickly, the rotound pup stood from her post above the den, watching with Ma silently like the little guard she was and hauling ass towards her sisters, maybe..a little too fast.

The silver one moved quick, for being a bit bulky, and couldn't stop easily, not that she wanted to, so, instead of stopping willingly, she aimed directly at Ksyusha and barreled her sister over. Body slamming the golden pup over, rolling into the flowers and grass and grunting as she landed.

Quickly, Éabha stood and glared at the crimson-pelted wolf and quickly jumped towards him, screaming like she was attempting to howl but also not. Shrill and very earachey, like a fox even, the five only knew where she learned it from.
Not one word did she speak, just screaming till her heart's content, and when that was met she moved on, darting infront of him, and attacking his leg with her teeth. Gnawing at it, not once did she stop to think what he wanted, just that Ma didn't like threats!

Skill: Guardian

It was like something out of a bad dream.

A small platoon of barking figures came barreling into his peripheral, and Alder had little time to do naught but brace himself as he anticipated an attack. Had he been mistaken? Was his nose going? As sure as the sun rose, he could've sworn a trace pocket of Dimitri's scent lingered somewhere close by, but there wasn't any time now - Alder tensed -

- And waited -

Until he suddenly realized he was being shouted at.

Alder looked down.

A child.

Two children?

Ah, he started, unsure of how to proceed. This was not the advance guard he expected. Was this a... a child-pack? How could they fend for themselves? Were they tiny assassins? Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Er. Are you alone? How -

It was interesting, how the scarlet fur of his first verbal assailant drew Alder's eye, but it wasn't until the golden pup started yapping about scent-lines that he realized the Dimitri-scent was coming from them - unfortunately before he could say anything on the matter, a third, silver pup came galloping in from gods-knew-where and slammed into the gold pup with surprising force.

They were big kids, to be fair.

Hey, don't do that, you could hurt somebody, he chastised, trying to come between them to avoid further escalation. Listen, roughhousing is all good but -

Alder continued speaking and whatever followed was quickly drowned out by the horrible sound of a shrill, open-mouthed scream from this latest arrival. He couldn't decide what was more baffling; that this was a pack of runaway children, that they all smelled kind of like his brother (but stinkier), or that their efforts at deterrence were, inexplicably, effective. The enormous wolf found himself backing away.

Golden pup be damned. Let them murder each other.

He turned to leave, brow knit in confusion...

Orator

Almost immediately after she spoke she was ran into and over, rolling with a surprised yelp. She was expecting an attack from the front, not behind! Quickly she was back on her feet (used to it), shaking out her pelt as Eabha barked and went to chew at the big red guy. Ma says if you can take a hit you can keep on hitting she announced as a way to say she was ok.

Hey wait where ya going! The man was turning away, that's rude! Don't tell her what she and her siblings were doing was also rude. Ksyusha went and trotted up real close to Alder to try and stop him from leaving, her volume unfortunately does not get lower as she gets closer. Мама and Ma'll wanna meet'cha! They like meeting everyone that comes 'round here 'cuz they're in charge. Oh! And you gotta meet our other siblings, and- oh! I'm Ksyusha!!

The golden pup did not stop to take a breath, bouncing around near his face as if she'd known the wolf in front of her her whole life. My sisters here are Darragh, she's the red one, and Eabha, the one that ran me over, and theres Sasha and Siobhan and Cian and uhhhmmmm Мама says i've got a big brother but he's been missin' for a while? You're not him are you?

Skill - Seer

There was a ruckus that drew the girl to its fringe. Siobhan was never far away, but nor did she like to be sucked into the chaos that was her extremely loud siblings.

This time, though, this time was different. She was lying amongst the red heath, her head lifting from its crimson confines to spy Darragh, Ksyusha, and Eabha no doubt harassing someone she'd never seen before. He was burned by the flames of Rhys, a vision she almost envied as her eyes watched with stoic observation.

The girl couldn't contain her curiosity; the deity before her luring the girl in to see what he had to offer, despite the continued cawing of her sister. It was as he began to retreat that she hurried her feet. Such opportunities did not often arise to meet someone touched by the gods.

With curious eyes, she peered up with a raised brow.

I just tune them out, if it helps. she offered in quiet wisdom. Their battle-hardy mother encouraged their beastly behaviour after all.

While she may act more mature - in her opinion - Siobhan still had her childish tendencies. She still couldn't read a room, and seeing the confusion on the man's face did not deter her from asking questions. She was no better than the others.

You are a very... vibrant colour. Did Rhys bless your birth?