- Midday - Moderate snow, -7 ° F/-22 ° C
Oh he was not excited about this. When he and @Jessie had first come to Larkcall, there had been no signs of other wolves for several days traveling north. It had been a none concern, the lands were plentiful enough for multiple packs to feed off of, and none had yet to actually claim part of the Lowlands exclusively. However, in the time it had taken for the silvering man to gather enough wolves to be comfortable staking a claim to the Fields, a group had settled on the large rock formation up north. He honestly hadn't cared, he hadn't thought it would be a problem. Clearly he had been wrong. @Askan budding heads with these northerners was one thing, though multiple incidents had left Drestig miffed enough to send the rascal south, while he cleared things up with the opposing party. After having received or beaten and cowering @Adelayde a few days earlier though, his disposition had gotten a lot more grim.
Clearly it was time to set things straight, so early that morning, before the sun was even peaking above the horizon, the leaders of Wild Rye Fields had left their land, trusting @Icicle and Ade to watch over their daughter while they were gone. Drestig didn't like leaving her and the territory with so little protection, but he thought it best that both of them went to these rock-dwellers to establish, what he still hoped could be peaceful relations. The last thing they need in their new home was trouble with the neighbors. So they walked, mostly in silence as they did best, freezing winds ruffling their fur as snow fell steadily all around. With everything blanketed in white, the change in the landscape was invisible to the eye, but it could be felt under their paws, as the crunch of grass gave way for a more unyielding surface. Soon after that, the cliff-formation came into view.
Looking up at the remarkably shaped structure, Drestig wrinkled his nose slightly, trying to imagine the decision of settling there. Admittedly, there was sure to be a great view of the Lowlands from those heights, but there wasn't a tree in sight, and the roaring winds we sure to be even harder and colder up there. Sighing lightly, he came to a halt as they reached the warning scent markers, brows furrowing as he paused for a moment, breathing deeply. Then he raised his head, calling out in a strong voice, for the lords of this castle. There was no begging in the howl, and only little humility, though he didn't exactly demand a response, he made it clear that he expected one, and was not here beggar. Lowering his head, he muttered to the grey woman by his side: "Now let's just hope this doesn't get worse."
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