I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

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Altair settled quietly into the mountains, he'd gotten Briar home, so he was rather content but he did not stop, no, Vane's never stop till they have what they are owed, what they are destined to lead and here, in this new world, encased and getting swallowed by blue fissures, Aetheria Kingdom is what Altair was meant to lead.

He knew now, that it would not be easy, knew that this world had..magic, of some kind in it, he knew that from the start, from the way he'd walked through one cave and out another with no way back. He understood this magic slightly, it helped in ways, but also hurt in many others, and right now, an island, shaped that of a wolf, was hurting it's own land.

He wasn't sure what to do about the fissures, but he did know he could not stop his patrols. So, The Zenith set off, with a woof to Briar if she was near, that he was going to patrol, to scout the borders for any unknown scents. He felt something was off today, that something might happen, something in his gut said so.

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The male wandered the territory aimlessly, following the piss marks enough to make out the borders and traipse along them. Nose to the ground he sniffed out what he could of intruders, though honestly everyone but briar and now Lovett were strangers to him, and he tried to make out different scents between them all.

Lifting his nose to the wind he caught the faint scents of Briar and another on the wind. He stayed still and tried to make out if he could see Briar and her company in the distance.

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Who would give them permission to try and own the whole damn mountain? It certainly wasn't. She knew that. She'd heard her Mother warn all the cubs about them - wolves. Haughty things, acting like they owned everything just because they pissed on it. She scowled and thrashed her tail behind her, clawing at the dirt beneath her. It was so easy to work herself up as they pranced upon the face of the very summit that her family had claimed generations ago. The mountain lion scowled through the cold seeping into her bones; they'd lost so much this winter. She refused to see any more loss come to her family.

She wanted to catch the damn bird - was it helping them? Was it somehow a prisoner of the wolves and their ambitious claims? How had they not eaten it already with the bleak, endless winter they'd suffered? She ducked down to maintain her vantage point and crept along a ridge of rocks. Spying was something she'd always been good at - it had made Mother so angry when she managed to sneak up on her. It was hard to miss the one the raven had been near - bright as the sun with a dark mask, the other blended in easier, but thankfully the two had stuck together.

Oh - that bird. She was unsure if the cawing was because it spotted her, or if it was something else entirely, either way - she sucked in a deep breath and then let it out in a ear piercing screech that echoed across Morningstar itself. She was quick to shift her position, still low to the ground like she'd been taught. By herself she might do alright with fighting the two of them, but her scream might have also drawn family members who were curious. Hopefully not her Mother, she had the cubs, but still. The scream rattled through the stones and any crags and caves, and her gleaming golden eyes watched curiously to see how they'd react.

I am homesick for a home that i have yet to create
3-3-3 OC

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Altair's tail flicked, ears twitching backwards towards Briar, head just slightly turning towards her when she followed, a slight smile pulling his lips into a thin line until he heard the caw from Thorn rang out, his nose scrunching up a bit as he glanced to the raven above them. His ears swiveled slightly, forwards, eyes narrowing in a sharp stare, silently watching the bird until he caught wind of a wolf he briefly met.

Cedar was somewhere, his eyes glanced barely towards the direction of the wolf, until that ear piercing screech rang out, echoing off the stone and trees. His ears quickly pinned back, nostrils flaring as his head snapped in the direction of the feline, green eyes scanning slowly for it, hackles raising up as a low growl ripped its way from his throat.

Carefully, Altair shifted, standing himself tall beside Briar, eyes still scanning each rock face for the mountain lion, ears twitching as he took a deep breath in to scent the air, jaws parted to taste the winds. This cat would not win this territory battle, even if it meant he had to chase an entire family off the peaks.

I smelt Cedar somewhere, can you get Thorn to find him?

Altair's voice remained steady and calm, but he felt his lips twitching to bare his teeth, and eventually he caught the sight of golden eyes staring at them, and instantly a warning growl escaped the Zenith. Fur bristling further as he turned his entire body towards the cat.

Stupid cat..