For those who posted in to gather an army, as well as the Aniwaya wolves. This would be a few days later in March, as we've crossed the Serpent and headed south. If the "army" could get their posts up before the 14th, that'd be great, as we can let the Aniwayans in then?
you do not know who is your friend or who is your enemy until the ICE breaks. His breath steamed out of his mouth and into the cold, moist air. He'd never been here before, and now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to. It was the middle of the night, and the temperature had dropped rapidly after sundown - fog now clung to the still, quiet landscape, and not even an owl was out. A ghastly silence filled the space between the horizons and the sky, punctuated only by the rhythmic thud of many paws and breaths. Tongues lolled out of open jaws as the Lore wolves jogged south as one army. Ice, glowing in the light of the full moon, was at the front ranks, but not a distinct leader anymore. They'd crossed the Serpent under his lead, without any incident. Though he'd been shaky at the end of that day, when they'd made it safely down the other side at the narrow section of the range, nothing had gone wrong. Being responsible for all those wolves had set his fur on edge and made him realize while a pack should never grow that large. It was terrifying. Sleep and a bit of hunting had been in store for them once across, while those who knew the Aniwaya scent - Ice among them - had cast about for any sign of the wolves. Eventually, after a couple of false starts and frustration, they'd found a track south. And south had seemed to be the right direction. His nose was so full of their scent he barely stopped to sniff at the ground or bushes anymore, instinctively knowing that they were going the right way. He would've liked Jessie's expert nose, but the Swiftpaw wasn't with them, and he had to make due with his own senses - and the senses of those around him. They'd traveled throughout the better part of the day, resting in the last of the afternoon sunlight and stirring again at dusk. And now they were here, in a land that smelled of odd things and bastard wolves. A thin layer of snow still clung to the ground; it was soft beneath his paws, and wherever he looked, more trees seemed to have fallen than still stand tall. It was a strange place, and with the eerie silence and the fog obscuring their vision, it sent shivers down his spine. He knew that they had to be getting closer, and he couldn't help but ask himself, what next? .ice aesir |