The Time Has Come [Torque]

[Arche]

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All in all, the past several days had gone extremely well. Not only had Airila expanded in number, but they had also expanded in territory. Life was good and the future looked bright. Now, if only his father would finally recover. He worried constantly about many things, and his father's illness was always one of them. That and Harlot's condition. She was heavily pregnant now, and he had not seen her for several days and it worried him greatly. Where had she gotten off to? Was she alright? Was she hurt? He frowned as he moved, pacing the pack borders in the forest as if he was really patrolling. He was agitated, but he still had a duty to protect the pack. His brother would likely be patrolling their new extended home in Cryothia, as his mate had decided that it would be the place she would give birth this season. The idea of a pregnant female giving birth to their weak and helpless offspring in a place they had just claimed scared him, but he had no right to tell her what to do with her family.

But they were his family, too. Nieces and Nephews, just as his own children would be nieces and nephews to Jadir. If only Kujo was still among them. He had not seen his other brother in quite some time, and the lack of his presence put another heavy burden on the interim alpha's mind. What had happened to him? Would he ever see his family again? Where was Swan? He frowned even more as he moved down the border, ignoring the fact that the sun was setting quickly and he really should have been getting back to the center of the territory. He doubted he would sleep tonight. Perhaps he would spend the entire night patrolling. But he knew he would also spend it worrying. He was so young, just old enough to produce offspring this year - as he had proven with Harlot - but already he had so many worries and troubles weighing down his mind. Would it always be like this? Would he always be so worried about his family?

But he could not let himself be completely distracted from the task at hand. He would have to worry about them all so much more if their territory was invaded by another pack or by lone strangers. His frown remained as he stopped to mark the border every once in a while and then moved on once more to repeat the process several yards down the treeline. They not only had pregnant females to protect, but they also had newborn pups. His friend Rikez and his mate Calantha had recently brought four pups into the world. They would need a safe place to explore and grow up. Arche knew he had to give that to them. It was his duty, not only to the pack as a whole, but also to his friend. He and Rikez had not spent a ton of time together as of late, but he knew that his friend was busy with his mate and pups. It was all completely understandable, but Arche could not help but feel somewhat lonely because of it all. Harlot did not seem to be around anywhere he looked - which was the major reason for his current anxiety - his father was ill, Rikez and Jadir were too busy with their own families, and there were so many new wolves within their borders to help and assimilate into their family. How could he do all of this on his own?

Words: 597
Tags: Torque
Muse: Low
Notes: n/a

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[Torque]

After having left the Tia'deli mountain range Torque had descended into the woods beyond. He now walked amoung the shadows that stretched between the trees, obscuring his form from view. Flurries of snow would be thrown up by an invisible breeze, splattering his pelt in white, or landing inches from his muzzle. His paws sunk into the cold substance leaving a trail of tracks in his wake. However this did not bother him. He knew the wolves that inhabited Airila's lands were reasonable and would not attack him on sight.

Green irises scanned the spaces between the trees his eyes catching every detail. The scattering of nuts left by a rodent, a clumps of fur stuck to a bush, the broken branches of a scraggly sapling. He missed nothing, yet it was not a needed thing to notice the minor details, but he did so anyway. The gathering darkness presented the setting of the sun and end of the day. He probably should have begun looking for some sort of shelter. Already the icy chill was beginning to penetrate his thick pelt. Its claws were slicing through his strands of hair, aided by the gusty wind.

Having arrived at Anikira less then a month earlier he had already seen a select few different territories. None had seemed as suitable for him as the Shyia. He had only come across a few other wolves in his endeavors to find a place he belonged. Particularly becoming close to Nymph as well as her mate Audas. He weaved through the closer spaced trunks, his fur brushing the rough bark. As he walked he began to grow agitated and wary. Just for the fact of how still the forest was, how he had crossed paths with no other wolves to this point. It unnerved him that a pack territory could be so quiet. Not even the wind carried the sounds of far off howls. Little did he know that Airila had a new territory, or at least was attempting to take one.

Skirting a particularly deep clump of snow he rounded the bank only to stumble upon another wolf. His ears flew upward and his tail shot out showing his alertness. He stared with unblinking eyes at the grey coloured wolf. He quickly came to realize that this wolf held him with power and command, like that of an alpha. He began to relax after several seconds, once he realized that this was Airila's alpha. He ducked his head embarrassed at his display and then opened his jaws to speak. "Hello Alpha. I'm Torque. I have been looking for you." He said in a friendly tone. "I want to join Airila."

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Tags: Arche
Muse: High
Notes: n/a

[Arche]

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His patrol was not destined to last long. No, for within a matter of minutes, he was face to face with a stranger. He pushed his paws out in front of him instantly, forcing his large form to a stop as the darker wolf looked up at him and seemed almost as shocked as he was at first. How had he not picked up this lone wolf's scent before now? He frowned at how distracted he had been, but he did not have long to chastise himself for it, for within a matter of moments, the stranger was speaking. "Hello Alpha. I'm Torque. I have been looking for you. I want to join Airila." So he had been here for a while. He was looking for him. Arche inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent that covered the other male's coat. He had met other Airila wolves. At least a few. He could somewhat smell Audas and Nymph, as well as Cherokee on his fur. They had likely met him like they would any stranger on Airila lands, and sent him off in search of Arche for acceptance.

"I am Arche. Why is it that you seek acceptance into Airila?" He could easily tell that this wolf truly wanted to join their ranks, but he would have to make sure that he would fit well into Airila first. He could not let just anyone into their home, into their family. No, there were certain wolves that lived within Anikira that simply would destroy his home. They had the potential to rip apart his family and destroy his life if they wished. He had to be careful who he allowed into the Shyia. Cryothia would be their home soon as well, but for now he was more concerned about their main territory. Yet, this dark stranger in front of him had not trespassed throughout their home, he had been respectful enough to remain at the borders and sought him out. Surely that must count for something, right? But for now he wanted to hear what the other wolf had to say.

So, instead of lifting himself up into a more dominant posture or forcing the other wolf to leave, he instead lowered his rear to the ground and sat. He would allow Torque an opportunity to explain himself and why he wanted to join Airila. Then he would make his decision. It was how all of the lone wolves should be approached, but Arche knew that there were those out there that would lie right to his face. Although he was not the best lie detector in the world, he knew that he at least had some experience behind him now. Perhaps he would accidentally let a wolf slip through his paws from time to time, but nothing as serious as a creature that would destroy him. No, that would be hard to miss, right?

Torque

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[Torque]

Torque waited his gaze on the grey coloured wolf. "I am Arche. Why is it that you seek acceptance into Airila?" His voice seemed kind yet with the obvious warning that his pack was capable of defending themselves. Letting the words hang in the air he considered his word choice. He did not want to appear a groveling weakling but wanted to show his respect as well as his capability. The snow seemed to have ceased falling and the breeze had dropped so it made thinking easier. There was nothing to distract him beside the male that sat before him.

The dark coloured wolf lowered his haunches to the frozen ground until he too was seated comfortably. The chill of it seeped into his bones and he shivered as the snow began to melt into the fur that clung to his hind limbs. "I happened to stumble across your territory shortly after arriving to Anikira. I know a small portion of information about your homeland as well as your pack. I seek to join Airila because I feel as if it is the right.... place for me. I prefer the company of others to complete solitude, though it is nice every once in a while. From what I heard this pack is very close and everyone seems to treat each other with respect. I may not be the most emotional wolf however I am not cold hearted and only wish to strengthen Airila's rank as a Warrior." Once he finished speaking he closed his jaws, his teeth aligning. He stayed silent while he waited for Arche's response and he only hoped he had made a good impression. He admired the alpha's behavior and lack of hostility towards a complete stranger. It was almost rare to find someone who could appear kind yet enforce their strength all at once without appearing hostile.

Words: 314
Tags: Arche
Muse: Medium
Notes: Sorry it took so long!

[Arche]

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The wolf before him was not only respectful, but straightforward. It was refreshing for the alpha to find a wolf this honest and reasonable, and as Torque spoke, Arche found himself nodding slowly. There really was nothing to think over here, nor was there anything else to consider. So, instead of wasting more time, he pushed himself up to his full height and exhaled slowly. "I see no reason as to why you would not feel at home within Airila, nor why any of our family would see you as unworthy. Welcome, our newest warrior, Torque. I do hope you find the rest of our pack as welcoming and honest as you are. If you have any concerns or questions, please do not hesitate to seek me out." He said, nodding slightly with a small smile.

This male would make a wonderful addition to Airila's ranks, which were growing immensely as each day passed. Surely soon enough they would rival Kairos for size. But that was not Arche's goal. No, he was hoping to simply create as good of a home for as many wolves as possible, just as his father wanted. The thought of Toiro, however, brought a small frown to the grey wolf's face. "I do implore you to avoid the caves that contain my ill father, however. We are still unsure of whether or not his condition is contagious. Other than that, though, you are welcome to familiarize yourself with both the Shyia and Cryothia. Once again, Welcome to Airila." He said, nodding once more and finally turning away. He had a patrol to finish, not to mention he should hunt to bring at least something back to his mate and father. They would likely be fairly hungry, and with Harlot's pups well on the way, he really should be wasting no time in returning to her.

Words: 314
Tags: Torque
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry this is so short and took me so long. We can end it here if you'd like ^.^ Welcome to Airila <3

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