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Problems for tomorrow - Alder - 5/15/2026
Northfall. Back to Northfall.
He did make a point to cut through the lush expanse of Fate’s Respite on his way back from visiting his friend Elisabet in Camhanaich, stopping just long enough to say hello to his mothers Valeska and Amaranth and update them on the current (and surprisingly joyful) state of affairs in his life.
It was a necessary sacrifice, for he knew if Valeska found out that one of her children had been nearby without seeing her, she would have razed Mythris to the ground. Even worse, if she’d found out later that he had finally acquired a significant other, she would have lit an indignant fire under Sølvi’s tender ass simply by proxy.
His duties as a son accomplished, he resumed the journey back.
Alder had departed Elysium from the northwest, passing by the tall mountains encircling his origin pack’s home. It drew him close to Rimefeather edge, a place he’d never particularly thought to visit before but thought he’d glimpse anyway as he took the long way back.
Elation carried the wolf with a pep in his step even now, delighted beyond words that Solvi had reciprocated his feelings. But what would he do now? Her home was in Dawnbreak, and he was a Sentry of Northfall - how would he even begin to broach this conversation with Northfall’s Queen Wardruna? Should he wait? Perhaps he could approach her as one seeking advice rather than an immediate solution - she was understanding, after all, and perhaps her experiences would give her better insight.
Alder tried not to let the thought take away his joy. He trotted through the snow, stark red against the pale trees, and enjoyed feeling happy for once.
He did make a point to cut through the lush expanse of Fate’s Respite on his way back from visiting his friend Elisabet in Camhanaich, stopping just long enough to say hello to his mothers Valeska and Amaranth and update them on the current (and surprisingly joyful) state of affairs in his life.
It was a necessary sacrifice, for he knew if Valeska found out that one of her children had been nearby without seeing her, she would have razed Mythris to the ground. Even worse, if she’d found out later that he had finally acquired a significant other, she would have lit an indignant fire under Sølvi’s tender ass simply by proxy.
His duties as a son accomplished, he resumed the journey back.
Alder had departed Elysium from the northwest, passing by the tall mountains encircling his origin pack’s home. It drew him close to Rimefeather edge, a place he’d never particularly thought to visit before but thought he’d glimpse anyway as he took the long way back.
Elation carried the wolf with a pep in his step even now, delighted beyond words that Solvi had reciprocated his feelings. But what would he do now? Her home was in Dawnbreak, and he was a Sentry of Northfall - how would he even begin to broach this conversation with Northfall’s Queen Wardruna? Should he wait? Perhaps he could approach her as one seeking advice rather than an immediate solution - she was understanding, after all, and perhaps her experiences would give her better insight.
Alder tried not to let the thought take away his joy. He trotted through the snow, stark red against the pale trees, and enjoyed feeling happy for once.
RE: Problems for tomorrow - Orzepin - 5/17/2026
And happy was, by no fault of his own, walking straight into the makeshift campground of two of Mythris's newest court jesters.
It was there in the small offshoot of Rimefeather's Edge that Orzepin was doing his one designated task of the day-- pulling weeds and thorns from around their den that was, for lack of any better terms, a crapshoot beneath an old, gnarled tree overlooking the coast.
The smell of the sea lingered in the air even here between the great pines, salt meeting old-world wood with the faintest sounds of waves crackling in the distance while Orze worked diligently to do as told. A pile had been forming, shrubs tamped down and half covered in bits of dirt and frost where the snow had failed to fully stick. There wasn't much to show there were two fools residing in the area besides this... humble abode, and their scent had barely had time to leave much of a mark on the surrounding treeline due to the coastal air and strange pack they'd caught wind of out on the island.
So, maybe Orze shouldn't have been surprised to see someone strolling towards their temporary home, much less feel a spike of odd defensiveness as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be.
It was there by his trash heap with a mouth full of debris that he caught sight of a red-pelted wolf, one that was not in fact anyway shape or form similar to Proza. Maybe that's what startled him, and it's probably what compelled him to drop his things, clear the twigs from his teeth, and call out to them.
You're uh, you're...What was it Proza told him to say again?
Oh! You ain't welcome unless y'got food or information.It was barked out with the confidence of a nervous child, and his body language did nothing to help with that meek mockery of defense.
...You got food or information, pal?
RE: Problems for tomorrow - Alder - 5/18/2026
A mysterious voice cut through the relative silence, and Alder halted in his tracks. He didn't see anyone at first, and for a moment he thought he'd simply imagined it, but it called out for a second time and he turned his head to peer through the densely-packed trees.
Ah. So that was the owner of the unknown voice.
A large wolf, built like a boulder and startlingly broad across the shoulders was posturing up to him. Alder didn't immediately react, more confused than anything. He hadn't detected any pack-scent, so clearly this must be a loner trying to cordon off this area for his own purposes - that would be tough for someone all by themselves, he thought grimly.
He didn't feel like he was in danger just yet, given the stranger's odd lack of confidence. If he'd truly felt threatened, Alder would have already bared his teeth and raised his hackles to get him to fuck off - but, well, he was in a good mood, and he also didn't think it would be particularly easy fighting a guy who more closely resembled a polar bear than a wolf.
Solvi would kill him properly if he came back injured again.
Ah. So that was the owner of the unknown voice.
A large wolf, built like a boulder and startlingly broad across the shoulders was posturing up to him. Alder didn't immediately react, more confused than anything. He hadn't detected any pack-scent, so clearly this must be a loner trying to cordon off this area for his own purposes - that would be tough for someone all by themselves, he thought grimly.
Uh,he started, trying to figure out how to respond.
I don't have food, but I guess I could help you with information?
He didn't feel like he was in danger just yet, given the stranger's odd lack of confidence. If he'd truly felt threatened, Alder would have already bared his teeth and raised his hackles to get him to fuck off - but, well, he was in a good mood, and he also didn't think it would be particularly easy fighting a guy who more closely resembled a polar bear than a wolf.
Solvi would kill him properly if he came back injured again.
What do you want to know? I'm just passing through. Uh, name's Alder,he said.
I'm heading out toward Northfall.
RE: Problems for tomorrow - Proza - 5/21/2026
Proza was still some distance away. He had (barely) caught a live rabbit, and solely through dumb luck. It had slammed into a stone in the way of escape, stunning it just long enough for the less-than-skilled orangey red wolf to snag it. It certainly wouldn’t be enough for both of the fools, but a starting bite was a step in the proverbial right direction.
With a brisk step he turned back toward their makeshift campgrounds, tail high in pride as though he had caught a whole moose.
With the knowledge that Orze was back in the camp ‘guarding’ it, he felt no true rush to hurry back. His pelt had collected a small flurry of snowflakes, giving his appearance something unfortunately close to a bad case of dandruff.
As tempting as a pause would be, he opted against another glance over the woozying height of the cliff face, lest he drop the prey. Settling on the decision of heading back, his paw steps picked up. His voice, muffled through fur, called out in pride, “Orze you big lug, I goooot something for us!”