Brotherhood [Cronic or Vette]

[Breakbone]

How long had it been since he had last visited his old pal? So many new wolves coming into the mountains kept him busy. Pisca and the others had noticed the Chicotah back growing, thus tensions were high. It had been too long, decided the Bloodback alpha. He needed a break and he missed the soft soils of Aryia. It felt much more nice under his thick paws than the harder, rockier earth of the mountains. The day was nice. A good seventy degrees out - typical for the aryian spring. In the mountains it was a good five degrees colder. So this weather was nice. As he crossed the urine marking border, he noted a few new scents to the lands. So he wasn't the only one gaining new members... not at all. Something was up. It wasn't normal for wolves to come flocking in so fast.

If he knew his Aryian "brother", he was either busy helping Vette, busy with Vette, Off with Rouch patrolling, or on his own relaxing. He guessed the last option, and ventured to the sacred meeting grounds of Aryia, knowing the Aryian alpha liked to relax there by the waterfall. The stream came from his own lands and spread out wide into a river until is met a cliff, and there it cascaded down a good five or six hundred feet down to a pool that broke off into several streams and rivers that eventually formed lakes. This was a place only Alphas could meet. It was nuetral grounds, te Chicotans and Whitebacks had even stepped paw there once or twice for meetings. If anyone attacked another, it would be death for punishment. Pack members were always close enough to come help when rare meetings were called.

But enough about that. Breakbone headed for this area that was hidden by tall, old trees and fallen boulders from the mountain. When he got there, he saw no sign of his friend. So he was wrong. Oh well, he though. Soon Cronic would scent him and come looking. The Bloodback ploped his large bottom down on a rock by the waters edge and enjoyed the cool spray coming from the waterfall while he waited. Perhaps this time Vette would even come. He didn't talk to her much, but knew she was a nice wolfess.

Hell, Breakbone even remembered when they hooked up. Seemed so long ago. His wolfdog friend always bugged him about a mate, but Breakbone wasn't interested yet. When he felt his time coming, and knew that he would need to pass on his genes, then he would find one. On top of that, there weren't many females in the Bloodback pack. New ones had sprung up recently. There was a chance for the old wolf yet - though he still wasn't too interested.

So, now to wait, and relax.

[Vette]

(We're on our way from recruitment!!)

[Cronic]

ooc: Found it! x3 Give me a bit to type something up and read it all xDD

[Vette]

Vette came loping into the clearing, silly grin plastered on her face. She was still thrilled from the recruitment success earlier in the day. While she knew that Breakbone's presence here was for some serious reason, she still couldn't shake the joy she felt at this first act as Ayria's alpha female.

Trying her best to calm herself, Vette took a deep breath and fully entered the clearing, catching sight of the Bloodback leader. Breakbone was larger than she had imagined--stocky and solid looking. She inhaled, filing away the particulars of his scent for future reference.

Holding her head high, tail rigid, she approached the male, hoping that her mate would arrive shortly. Cronic had a history with Breakbone and Vette understood implicitly that the Bloodback was here to seek his council, not hers.

"Greetings, Alpha Breakbone. What brings you down from the mountains and into Aryian lands?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. She wasn't sure what he might expect of her so she figured on playing the more traditional role of alpha... for now, anyway.

[Breakbone]

He had decided to take a nice drink from the cool waters of the falls. Really, the water came from the melted snow od the Whiteback's land ontop of the mountains. It made the waters almost aways cold. When his head raised next, Vette was approaching. And with water dripping from his maw, he gave her a wolfy smile. Finally he could meet her up close. Usually he just saw her from time to time, never having the time to really meet her.

And it made the massive wolf chuckle at how proper she made herself. It was not laugh making fun of her, but more... happy. Silly, perhaps.

"Relax, Vette. We are friends here, no need to act like an Alpha around me." He nodded, then motioned to a rock next to him for her to sit on. His tail swept of it for futher indication. Certainly a pretty Shewolf. Nice markings for camoflauge. Their liter, once they had one, would be a beautiful one.

"I felt like coming down for a visit. It's been a few months since I've talked with Cronic or seen you. the mountains have suddenly been crawling with strangers seeking to join. though as I've looked around, I've noticed it's the same with Chicotah and your own lands." He paused for a moment and watched her. Though random, Breakbone realized that Aryia was the only pack with two alphas. Perhaps he could consider one soon.
"I've thought on this and finally decided that something must be happening in the world beyond our own that's driving all the creatures here. I sense change... and I wanted to speak with you and Cronic about it. Something Ominous awaits us. I just know it. And I've heard from the birds above of the Ironfang leader sensing war. I am afraid of the history of every pack repeating..."

Breakbone didn't want to ruin her good mood, but he wanted to be assured he wasn't just paranoid.

[Vetterific]

(Want me to post or continue waiting for Cronic?)

[Toksyc]

(Go ahead and post)

[Cronic]

Cronic grunted, shaking his head wildly as he paused once more to bite away an itch at his ankle, damned porcupines! Always getting in the way.. Snorting he tore the final quills from his legs before shaking his fur smooth and sleek once more. Gaze had lifted towards the Sacred Clearing ahead, ah yes, his favourite place where he’d wander from time to time to gather his thoughts.. However, he had wished he had been a bit earlier to catch Breakbone’s previous words as he strode in just in the middle of his last paragraph. Sighing the male stretched and tossed himself about once more, padding casually up to his mate and ‘adopted brother’ “Change? How so?” He inquired, moving to sit within hearing range of the two, though on the diagonal river side as he dipped his muzzle down to drink from the stream contently.

After a moment he laid down tiredly with a soft sigh, allowing toes to linger lightly over and slightly in the surface of the cooled liquids. It had been a while since he had seen Breakbone, and he was pleased to see that there were no more scars or old age there than their previous encounter a while back.. “Will there be war? I do hope not, as Vette and I had been talking about..” He paused, shifting slightly, a tad bit shy with the subject of mating and children aloud “.. We’ve had a lot of new joiners, many whom I doubt are wishing to join and then suddenly be bombarded with a battle..” Words trailed for a moment as the alpha silenced himself, not wishing to speak too much as he tended to do at times when he was itching for an answer or the sort.


ooc: Geez! I'm so sorry! Life's been busy, I'll try harder to keep up!!

[Breakbone]

His ears twitched and swilved to the sound of his Aryian brother's pawsteps. A smile appeared on his strong maw as the much more slender, orange wolf arrived. About damn time. But, that was just like Cronic to take his sweet time coming along to a meeting like this. It made Breakbone happy to know his friend had not changed much, and more happy that he was no injured in any way.

"I feel something is coming. Ever sense those two-legged creatures came things have taken a turn for the worse. I understand their dogs have been a help to the Aryians, but they disrupt the balance we once had here. There must be a reason tehy migrated, perhaps they saw it sooner than the rest of the creatures did." He said while watching Cronic. So calm, yet concerned. That was why Breakbone liked him. He was a good alpha.

The Bloodback alpha also understood his feeling towards a family. It was that time of year once again, and it was a better year than most. A good year for puppies. So he nodded and glanced over to Vette. She was well ready to bear puppies and become a mother. It would aid her in her Alphess skills. " I recently chose a mate. Why can't we have a little peace before all of this badness comes? We should enjoy life and live it out to the fullest." Unusual for him to be speaking of a mate at all. The old fart hadn't really been interested for the longest time.

Soon he would have to invite Avonaco to this spot, along with Pisca and possibly Rouch of the aryian pack. soon they would need to discuss things for the future. Organize thigns and set tactics.

Those massive jaws of his parted in a yawn and snapped back shut rather quickly. How he would have loved to stay a while in the Aryian's forest with their plush ground beneath his rough paws. But there was work to be done. Thigns to discuss with his pack.

"There's no telling when it could happen," he sighed. "There is reason to keep on guard, but no reason not to continue living as we were before."

And he decided it was time for a change of topic. Onto better, happier things. "How have you two been, though? This year has been a good one thus far. Are there to be little alpha whelps soon?" He grinned softly.

[Vette]

Vette sighed gently, having no taste for war or conflict. She just wanted to run her pack, have her litter (and litters to come) with her mate, and die happy and old, surrounded by decendants and friends. What was wrong with the other wolves, those whose "packs" she refused to honor with such a title. They were little more than loosely bonded gangs of killers and thieves as far as she was concerned. But their numbers were growing and the skirmishes with them on the borders had been increasing in frequency lately.

She studied Breakbone, noted his hefty, strong appearance, and the little signs of ageing graying his muzzle and dulling his eyes ever-so-slightly. As much as she respected the strength of the Bloodback's and believed in the nobility of her own "race," Vette wasn't sure how much longer they could eek out an existence in these unforgiving lands. Between the humans, sabers, nature, and now the Chicotah's and Whiteback's knocking at their door--Well, things were beginning to look grim.

Her ears perked at the annoucement that the old wolf had found himself a mate--something she'd heard Cronic whining about for a while. Her mate had thought that Breakbone would profit greatly from a mate: Both practically (in terms of securing his line) and emotionally. Ever since Cronic had found his way to the tops of Aryian ranks, Breakbone had been without his dear friend and had seemed... lonely.

"Congratulations, Breakbone. You'll have to arrange a meeting between all of us once things are official. It would be nice to have another alphess to talk to..." She smiled at him and then looked coyly over at Cronic.

"Oh, I should think that pups will be in our future soon enough... Of course, it would help if I could get him to myself every once in a while..."

She would rather wait until all this nonsense was behind them: The Chicotah's and Whiteback's back in their own territory, licking their wounds (or better yet, dead), but she feared that if she waited for that, she'd never be a mother.

"Spirits willing, by next Spring we'll have four or five driving us insane..." She smiled again, waiting for her mate to sputter out a response. She knew how... awkward he became when discussing such things.