backdated to 5/15.
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Euphemia had a very important task. At long last, it was time to perform her duties as Maid of Honor and support her beloved, spotted sister Dalmatia as she married her long-time love, Nottin.

The wedding was impending, and Euphemia needed to ensure that the Northfall knew of their invitation to view the nuptials and celebration.

After all, hadn’t Dawnbreak and Northfall been allies all those years ago, before Dawnbreak was Dawnbreak and before Euphemia was Euphemia? She had never mapped the way entirely, had never set her eyes on those peaks!

How strange, for a woman who had made it to the farthest north the continent would go, but not the farthest west. It felt so familiar, but in reality, was so foreign.

Therefore, Euphemia took her task very seriously. After all, things had fallen into a lovely type of boredom after the chained wolf found his freedom. Euphemia wanted to indulge in an exceedingly safe type of adventure, and this certainly fit the task.

It was also incredibly fortunate that, on the other side of the end of the world, Euphemia knew love. Therefore, she could celebrate another' s love with more sincerity! Where she once might have seemed jealous of her perfect Dalmatia and her love that seemed so effortless, she now was incredibly excited to show off her big, burly boyfriend to everyone who could see.

In fact, that burly man followed her now, on their sojourn to the westerly mountains.

She didn’t run that far ahead of him, but she did patted some paces beyond him on the path. It all felt so light-hearted, to be together, outside of the eyes of Dawnbreak. Those who expected so much from her – or worse, still looked at her with pity over Ric’s death.

There was nothing but themselves, the road, and their stories to enjoy.

When, at long last, the foretold spires found themselves twisting upwards in front of the pair – the only thing that kept Euphemia from gaping was the fact that she had grown up surrounded by the only mountains that could compare.

Ready? the maiden whispered to her cohort, waiting to see if he would loose the howl that drew forth a representative from the pack. She did so love to hear him sing.

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There was a wedding! Adonis was thrilled to hear that one of Euphemia’s sisters was having a wedding, a type of mate bonding ritual this pack does…and he gets to see it with his own eyes! It was such an exciting thing for the burly man. Exactly what he would travel the world for…to learn about these events, and tell their story for years to come.

It appears that for such an event, inviting the neighbors was part of the celebration. He thought it such a nice, sweet gesture. A way to make merry and keep bonds with those who you may run into or share borders…and this particular pack was called Northfall.

The journey was not too bad at all, and he got to spend it with Euphemia…what is not to love? Large dark paws followed her happily, tail giving a wag behind him along the way. He managed to keep his mind occupied with imaginative images of what the Northfall looked like, how they might accept them, and the good times that were about to be had… yes, he did try to push out the calls for his death that would occasionally ring in his ears, and Euphemia’s proclamation of love for another.

Just push it all away!

Molten eyes became fancied with the spires of Northfall, and looked to them with great admiration and wonder. He was born within a crater, mountains surrounding his world…and yet, they were always so different and held their own spirit and power. He pauses by her side then, hearing her whisper with a grin.

”Oh…oh yes!” he said with a nod, his voice touched with the mysterious reverb of another. It appears this is the spot…and his front paws patted a few times with excited joy to meet a completely new pack for such a wonderful reason! Adonis gives a nod, and lifts his head to sing to the pack of their arrival…the arrival for such good things! His singing voice, too, held the sound of another voice, copying his exactly. The sound was eerie in a way…and yet, pretty entrancing.

skill: Leader

Wardruna's children grew. It meant she had more free reign to return to her duties as Queen now that they slowly began to explore bother further from the den and longer. It was upsetting. Wardruna was content to spend every waking moment with her rough-housing children (Kvitrafn had smacked the milk teeth from Roskva's face and she missed it!) but knew it herself she would have to give them space if they were to grow, to become perhaps one day as great, strong and wise as their grandparents before them. (Wardruna felt she was still very much learning)

The call she does not know, when she hears it, yet calls back to the visitor anyhow in order to give passage. So that they find comfort deeper into the pine forestry at their foothills where there was the visitor dens and out from the sweeping cold of open tundra. Of course, it was summer! Wardruna laughs at her thoughts. That is right, the sun had finally returned and the world wasnt falling apart anymore! Northfall's summer was pleasant and mind, warm, yet not hot. For those who still sought the cold and snow, they had only need climb their heights.

As she draw nearer, their forms were still hidden in the woodland but their scent was not. A sniff would tell her these wolves were Dawnbreak - ally, loosely, more or less. It would be good to see them. To see how they all faired after such a big fucking worldly mess.

Snaps of twigs and crunching leaves give the large woman away. She was far from the silent predator as Sreda. She boofs in greeting, drawing their attention as she moves through the pine forest towards them. Wolves of Dawnbreak! Welcome to Northfall!

There was a tall, thick man marked with sharp patterns and colors that reminded her somewhat of her nephew Ezra. Next to her, a slight little woman who only made the man seem larger. Wara had seen this wolf before, when the northern skies first rained down poisonous, purple snow on them. She had seen the same face in another yet with green eyes, when they were caught in winter storms. Now, golden eyes again. Surely this woman didnt have the ability to change her eyes on command. They must be twin. Her father had been twin too.

I hope your visit brings good news after so much… well, shit. She tosses her head to spat at the thought of it all, finally done and gone - so she hoped!