OOC: Went ahead and presumed a vauge situation where they were both present, if you want anything changing let me know!

The woman's breath plumed up into a misty cloud that rose into the cold morning air she she exhaled. Pale blue eyes watched it rise and disappear, almost marveling at it. It was certainly strange, the way the seasons affected things, a rotating wheel of change. Haylyn sat atop a hill overlooking a lake, an old and charred Jacaranda tree standing watch silently behind her like some time-worn obelisk. She watched the surface of the lake below ripple in the slight breeze, a small smile planted on her scarred muzzle.

She had spent much of her time in the weeks before that moment doing quite a bit of thinking. Life-planning, if you will, even if it was somewhat.. late. Haylyn had had a litter of wonderful children - Ghost had risen to King of Inaria, Weiss now an Emissary. It felt strange to be serving under her own kids, but the woman didn't really mind at all. If anything, it brought her joy to see them doing so well for themselves. Ghost even had a mate, a lovely young girl from what she had heard of the spotted Queen of Shields. The chilly wind whipped up for a moment, ruffling her fluffed-out fur. While the crown had seemed too heavy a burden for her (she could admit that, at least), Ghost seemed to be thriving. Weiss and Ghost both were, and that made the mother happy.

Things in her own life had been somewhat rocky, but time - and support from a best friend - had helped to smooth out her troubles. She still felt somewhat nervous at the prospect of becoming part of Inaria once more. After losing her title as alpha, Haylyn had feared that her fellow packmates would think her weak, incapable, worthless. It had taken a while for her mind to clear of such thoughts. But she had forced herself back out into the big, beautiful world and thrown herself into her rank. After breathing in a deep inhale of cold, crisp air, the woman released a sigh that seemed somewhat positive.

Even if some others did believe Haylyn was weak, she would prove them wrong; she was sure of it.

Positive she could hear the officer chuckling at her misfortune of multiple sneezes, she scrunched up her nose and looked at him in frustration. Out of all the wolves to be stuck with it had to be him, as he had been watching her since she was claimed by Ink so long ago. Never would the dark creature speak to her, he would only ever bite at her if she stepped a paw out of line. Thankfully those instances had been few in count, but just sitting around was so boring. The brindle girl hated to stay in once place for long, and despised trying to get the guard to listen to her even more so.
 
He took pleasure in watching her fumble over herself as she would try to tell them that she needed a drink. This time though, she would try and search out Valefor’s scent; just because she hadn’t smelled him around Ink’s place, didn’t mean that the other didn’t walk other places. She walked with her head and tail lowered, as customary for someone of her low social standing, didn’t want to wander with too much confidence, that could be taken wrongly.
 
The cold air that descended upon the valley a reminder of the coming snow, for the ground was already hardening. Twitching her ear, Tuesday tried to pretend that the closely following guard wasn’t staring at her the entire time, he was a tad creepy for her tastes, but she didn’t have the power to tell him to bugger off.
 
She stopped for a moment as wind danced along her curly fur, enjoying the feeling of just being alive. While being at the bottom of the food chain, she had made a promise to make a name for herself, and she would do her best to see that come to fruition.

It was dark, the moon high in the sky and shining brilliantly on the Citizens of the Valley. Well, the ones out and about at this hour at least. It was strange to hear the call of the high priest in the evening, calling for others to come share with him their reasons for returning from the war when they very well could have escaped. Achilles might have joined in on the group situation but he had not been in the war, no, he'd been made to remain behind and protect the Valley from outside influences or invaders. 

So instead he sat alone, not too far away, watching the scene unfold.

It would conclude one way or another, eventually and when it did, He would sit up and head down to where the Hellion was alone, after everyone had left. Achilles had never been able to meet the creature alone, only seeing him here or there. A duck among geese this Hellion was, or maybe the other way around.

It likely depended on who you asked.

If Tibet remained after everyone vanished into the night, Achilles would approach him from his left side. If the Hound began to take his own leave and turned, Achilles would likely be at his back and would clear his throat to get Tibet's attention. Either way, Tibet was met with a gentle smile, slightly narrowed blue eyes that shined feral in the moon's light and absolutely no hostile body language. Maybe a first in this land of prejudice wolves Tibet made his home?

"High Priest." The black and gold wolf said, Achilles knew him enough, most wolves did, the abomination that was their holiest of holy speakers. An interesting thought, "I don't believe we've officially met." Achilles would halt a few feet away, close enough to say he didn't find the other disgusting like so many likely did but far enough away not to spook the hound should he be having a bad night. "My mate, Sphinx, is one of your priests, my name is Achilles."

Maybe after some pleasantries, he could have a philosophical chat with Tibet, one less conventional for the people of the Valley.

The long truck resting upon a meticulously decorated tusk, his ears lazily flapping on his head. The large beast could scent the water from miles away, but he could also smell the thick stench of wolves. It had been the unmistakable call that had carried across the dry winds of the desert. There was a pack that had chosen to live somewhere around here, and smell of them, they were doing rather well.
 
Years of fighting had left a myriad of scars along his hide, their dark color a stark contrast against his white skin. His time with humans had been less then pleasant, the weaponry the adorned his tusks and front legs a constant reminder. Why they had sought mammoths for their wars was not lost on Malachi, the larger the animal the more effective it was in defeating other packs of two-legged numbskulls. Tusks were used to displace men, campsites, and other smaller animals, his hulking body a battering ram. There had been few forces that the mammoth had come across that could hope to best him.
 
Sure, there had been other animals of his kind, but they had been young, stupid, and entirely too gentle. They knew nothing of the violence of war, and he had seen them break because of it, had their freedom stripped away, and once they had reached the end of their use they were left to die. A pity, really. But who was he to say differently, it was only until the massive mammoth had been able to escape during one particular battle, he smashed quite a few heads together, and made sure that he had caused enough damage before he ran to prevent them from following.
 
Rumbling growls made its way past his mouth, the deep sounds would travel far, sending vibrations into the ground. The white beast never favored being silent, he wanted every creature around him to know where he was at all times. The better to keep them away. In most cases, Malachi was more than triple their height, and no doubt weighed at least fifty times what they did. He was massive, and he was sure as hell loud.
 
Smoothly he rose his trunk from its resting place, reaching it forwards as he sniffed the air again. There was a tunnel coming closer and he understood that the scents were concentrated around there. He had found them. The closer he got, the noisier he became. There was nothing more ominous then such a tunnel, so with trumpeting he would announce his presence. Malachi had heard once before on how wolves appreciated strangers making themselves known. It was purely in good taste that he announced himself in such a way, no one could deny that he had gone unnoticed.
 
The large mammoth paused as he stepped a foot or two into the tunnel, his nose extending forward to give the area in his reach a good sniff, yes, this was the place that he sought. While he couldn’t deny he was a solitary creature most of the time, the enchanting tunnel only seemed to pique his curiosity further. Yes, this place would do nicely.