JollyMutt

Restocking the Reserves Setting: Just outside the Main Den Entrance, Middle of Summer Characters: @JollyMutt’s Diablo, @Celtic-Barbarian ’s Polarstag It was an extremely hot day in camp, and the Elk Totem was hopeful to get someone to join him in searching for herbs. The sounds of crickets chirping in the long grass around camp was a comforting sound. He didn't wish to exit camp alone, despite how tempting it would be to head to the stream for a dip to soak his pelt. As he passed out of the entrance of the Elk den, the healer looked across camp to see who was about. Though it seemed that most wolves were out doing their tasks, several resting in the shade. Flicking an ear, the white wolf couldn’t help but smile when he saw the familiar and comforting sight of Diablos’ pelt exiting camp. Heading immediately there, he was curious if the wolf was just going to guard the way into camp or was heading to the stream to help get some of the heat off of his pelt. Either way, he was happy

Setting: North of the Valley, treeline, Fall 2020 Characters: @JollyMutt’s Diablo, @Zoketi’s Nadia Nadia Stones weighed in her belly. It was hollowing, how familiar the feeling of grief had become. A sensation of falling into place again, yet fresh and sharp all at once. Each wolf she’d mourned differently, but the loss was the same; deep and painful. For the first few days, inescapable. For her, it was carefully balanced in the way she faced her pack. She could not break down before them. She was their pillar, their support. Not only had the pack lost a beloved member, but a skilled healer as well. It would have been less worrisome had their other high-ranked Elk totem been present, but she was away and Nadia did not know when she and her mate would return. Polarstag was capable, but the two youngest were still inexperienced. It was a whole new problem, worsened by the threat of winter’s imminent arrival. She thought briefly of the upcoming Fest, and how she would have to try