Dreams of fire and failure had rocked Auklet lately. 

He longed for his own kind. He longed for the security and the companionship of other sled dogs, of humans. He did not belong in Nardir, but it was a home he had adopted out of sufferance. Nothing more, nothing less. The husky knew he could encounter a lot worse out there, for he had seen it. Wolves who roamed the land with no direction or purpose. Only existing to kill and eat. It had surprised him to find a pack that had a sense of... democracy about it. Or did it? After all, wolves were known to be cunning and dishonest creatures. Perhaps they were trying to lure him into a false sense of security. Maybe that was why they had dogs within their ranks? They intended to eat them eventually? Nothing would surprise Auklet about these beasts.

He had yet to converse with Puffin, but it would not hurt to warn other dogs about his 'findings'. And they were findings in his head. Not theories or even paranoia. They were facts. Wolves ate dogs, therefore dogs had to kill wolves. There was no way around it.

Auklet now knew what he had to do: convince any dog that would listen that Nardir was a lie. Complete and utter bullshit. They were simply walking meals for the monarchy and anybody who refused to see it were either brainwashed or stupid. This did not mean they were beyond hope, however. Despite his failures, Auklet was a leader and a speaker by trade and he had ways of making others see the light, even if they did not want to.

True, Nardir was prosperous and peaceful now. But how did the wolves cope in times of war and famine? Did they simply turn vegan and deny the constant, taunting presence of dog meat in their midsts? He had heard somewhere that, when hungry enough, wolves would happily each other. If they were truly that disgusting and uncivilised, then a dog in their ranks stood no chance.

The husky had the beginning to a revolution on his paws. All he needed to kickstart things was an audience, and if said audience refused to listen, he would find ways of making them listening. He had learned a few tricks when hopping between various jobs, and motivational speaking was one of them. Sitting down, he mulled over what steps to take first. Speaking to Puffin would be a good start, but he did not want to outright scare his brother by announcing that his own 'pack' wished to kill and eat him. He would have to figure out a way of going about it, and he did not know how long he had to think it over.

These wolves were good at bidding their time. They could never fool him with their politeness and so-called 'semi-consent' crap.

The long awaited Skills thread! Jonas might even be giving RANKS out as well!

Set shortly before the party.

Repost/Continuation of Tiny Terror

Ghost

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Please do not maim/kill. I understand there will be some consequence to this and I am okay with this. Also, if this is not okay it could be changed

Large paws pressed violently into the cool, muddy, earth beneath the stout and stubborn little creature as he fearlessly push on. The creature's pace having  dramatically slowed since his journey from the rugged marshes where Gaia and her inhabitants were left to perish. Yet, where exactly was he now? Honestly, he did not truly care as exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration gnawed at him from the inside out.  He grimaced before soon coming to a halt at the base of the rocky cliffs amid the darkness,his eerie glowing eyes gazing down below. A cool breeze billowed through his fur and carried with it a mixture of scents: the sea, other predators; however, more importantly?

Food.

The male's eyes closed after a moment to take in the scent of scent of carrion just over the horizon a through the marked borders. A forgotten kill of the predators who lived within the borders? Or would they be back to claim the prize with their young? Truthfully, he did not have time to pass off his luck when he required fuel for his survival.  After glancing about his surroundings, the spectral creature made a run for it and started down the cliffs and to the lands below. Carefully, he stumbled down the rocks until being able to make the ground where his prize resided: a mountain goat with meat still upon it. He backed himself up against the cliff side before his jowl grabbed at the carcass. The loud crunching of the bones from the carcass could be heard as the glutton tore into the remains of the carcass and filled his belly with the meat and bone until he would be able to eat his fill. Mere scraps of bone were left when he was through and he heaved a deep sigh.  His eyelids were heavy and the idea of sleep having coaxed him into staying. The wolverine curl up by the a boulder, a small mount of muscle and glowing fur, he fell asleep.

That was until he heard the snap of twigs jolting him awake, his head would peer up to look toward the newcomers.