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He would raise his head at the mention of the pack leader, Keita. Kie'Rrn's broad and broken tail moved closer to his body, trying to wrap itself against his legs, only the tip jutting out slightly. If he was going to trespass any further, he would need the femme's blessing. The warrior huffed, his lone eye wandering to the edge of the lake, and then to Shinshu. He could see the care he placed into his movements. Observant as he was, Kie'Rrn's torn ear flicked at the curious question. He had a right to ask, had a right to know who laid down in his territory, in his presence. Kie'Rrn was the intruder, and it was something the Lerk had to get used to.

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"Brother! Leave while you can!" Bhoromir barked urgently. "You have no time! Leave!" A warning growl left from the Alpha as he turned to face the oncoming shadows that barked and yipped in excitement. Bhoromir was bigger, stronger than his brother, Kie'Rrn. He would face all of them, all of the shadows, alone. 

"Bhoromir..." Kie'Rrn whimpered in the pouring rain. "May Ashtutah guide you to life... Or to an honorable.. Death." He then turned away, leaving behind everything that he knew, everything that he loved.

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 Kie'Rrn swallowed, then licked at his lips and wet his nose with a slow lap. He could only think of one word to describe to his new acquaintance of the life he felt like he deserted. "Harsh." The old wolf gave a concerning whimper, successfully recalling the torrential downpour of the spring season, the onslaught on his family, the pack he knew he loved. He was hesitant to eye the Protector, a rather pained and worried expression filling his battle worn features.

"Will I ever be able to go home?" He felt his ears sink against his broad skull, terrified of the answer that may come from the white wolf.

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<td class = "ShinshuStyle ShinshuPostingArea" colspan="2">(OOC: Yay, story time!)

At Kie'Rrn's short description, Shinshu involuntarily let out a low whine, signifying his sorrow for the darker Lerk. Realising it had escaped, he pinned back his ears- a silent apology. For a brief moment, he was drawn back to his home world, and blood pack.

The moon had hung in the sky for many moons in Sverige time, but the pack knew the longest night would end soon, so a celebration was starting. Shinshu approached his big brother,
King, and told him "The alpha will choose you to light the great fire, I know it. You've been the strongest of us since the last longest night" King responded with a silent shake of the head- just before his name was called. In a flash, King had lit the fire, and all were gathered around, howling at the World Spirit.

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Consider the worm, which toils in the soil to raise the grass for the deer and rabbits to eat.

Consider its value.

The mouse which gathers up grain, the deer who cut paths through the forests.

To whom does the earth belong but everyone yet no one,

Would any merciful god give it over to one kind life at the expense of others,

Who think, learn, and grow?

To those that destroy?

To those that create?

To those that presume to be above such life?

That's no god I'd follow.

That's not the god I follow.

That's not the World Spirit's way.

- Delirio Selenos

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<td class = "ShinshuStyle ShinshuPostingArea" colspan="2">The darker Lerk seemed to go silent. Shinshu flicked his ears back in silent apology for the bad news he had just given him. "Apologies, friend. May the World Spirit guide you to your rightful path here in Sverige." he told the other, and left him to it, supposing that he needed some alone time.

XP CLAIM
Finished thread - 50
Met Kie'rrn - 25
Using skill - 50
TOTAL 125 XP <B>~~ Done ^^</b></td>
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