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The docks of the Hearth are always bustling with sailors and ships returning and leaving, people trading their wares and drinking and fishing. It’s a lively place full of fun and excitement, and Thicket had dragged Skellista to the edge of the sea to felwatch and maybe buy some wares from those across the sea. Thicket grins, tail wagging, full of tiny twigs and some larger ones. Skellista often plucked them from his thick fur, but he always managed to gather them back up. It was like he did it on purpose as a fashion statement! “I love the smell of the sea,” Thicket says, lifting his nose to the sky, breathing in the salt and wind. Seagulls cry overhead, flitting about searching for food–often stealing fish from those who aren’t watching their hauls. “Isn’t it so pretty this time of day?” Skellista has to agree that it is, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, bathing the sea a shimmering orange. There are numerous ships in various distances dotted across the waters, some

Winter in Ulfrheim can be brutal, and Skellista always felt bad for those who were less fortunate than she and her mate. That’s why, despite Thicket’s uncertainty, she pulled them both to Eldeskali to help fels who just don’t have enough to eat. Thicket helps sort supplies while Skellista carries a basket of warm food to fels surrounding tiny fires, helping warm skinny bodies. There were plenty of sick fels–mentally and physically–that took residence in the Great Maw, so it was important to be careful, even when volunteering. Elsewhere, the residential alphas of Eldeskali patrol and give herbs and lend ears; Skellista and Thicket had spoken to Brynn upon arrival, making their intentions clear. Unfortunately, Thicket was a bit too big and intimidating for most of the fels there, so he was put on sorting duty. Skellista gives the towering titan a glance as he separates herbs and folds blankets, preparing little care packages for anyone who’s leaving. The whole point of Eldeskali was to

“Look how pretty this place is!” Virna’s chipper voice fills Ashelia’s ears as they look over the clear waters of Lake Heimta, where darkness pools in the center. Just sticking out of the water is a broken mast, white fabric still clinging to the top, flapping in the spring breeze despite countless seasons spent weathering the elements. Fels of all kinds hang out along the shoreline, playing, fishing, and relaxing. Ashelia could see a pack of puppies nearby tumbling around in the shallows, barking away. Ashelia and Virna had been that young once, so foolish and determined. Not to say that they weren’t now–they still did exceptionally stupid stuff–but at least now they were bigger and better equipped for it. Neither wolf were good swimmers, but both of them wanted to at least peek at what Nightfall’s Rest supposedly had to offer. Though it’s obvious a few fels are eyeing the area–newcomers just like Ashelia and Virna, perhaps–none of the fels that live in the Hearth give it any mind.

Ashelia and Virna were inseparable as pups. Where one went, the other followed–which meant they both got into equal amounts of trouble. Ashe was on the clumsier side, and Virna was always the one encouraging her to do crazy things; a recipe for disaster, truly. That’s why on a cool fall day, the two puppies were together, peering over a rock at the edge of one of Lake Lysa’s numerous waterfalls. The water sprayed at the bottom of the falls, battering weathered rocks with fury. Beside them sat a rather rickety looking paw-made raft, something they had put together with sticks and twine. See, no one had ever rafted over the falls before, and who better to do it than two brave and strong pups? Now, this was absolutely a recipe for disaster, but neither pup knew that at the time. “That’s really far down,” Ashe breathes out, “Everything looks like little ants from up here!” Virne nods in agreement, eyes wide with excitement. Her long, flowy tail wags back and forth as she trembles

His mother named him Stone. His grandmother took him from the brood as soon as he was weaned–six weeks, two weeks earlier than any pup should. He learned to eat solid food, he learned not to cry at night when it got dark and he missed his dam. Stone had a new purpose, and that was to be strong, to grow up big so Nightfall can use him in her army. All around Stone were fels who discovered their magical prowess, whether by accident or on purpose. The dark felvarg dreamed of the day he had that, too, but it never came. No matter what Nightfall tried, he could never perform any feats. Stone could not make fire, or move pebbles, or water or control the wind or anything else his siblings were capable of doing. Her once confident, appraising gaze turned cold, her voice snippish and full of disappointment. “You have a coat like my own. You should be the strongest, and yet you are nothing.” And so Stone believed he was just that: nothing. A wolf that faded away into the background

KITT was a competitive fel. He wasn’t mean about it, of course, but he had something to prove. KITT was out to be the very best, the strongest in all aspects of his life–and everyone else’s. That’s how he ended up in the center of Heidrun, studying a worn map pressed on the ground between his paws as he waited for Ursa to call him and all the other competitors to start the first race of the season. Spring was perfect for marathoning–cool weather, nice winds, and strong felvargs. There was just enough time for a crafty fel to regain their strength before the season started properly, to prepare for the races ahead. KITT had no issues with this, as he didn’t really get hungry or thirsty or sleepy. The winter was not unkind to him as it was his soulmate, Micheal, or any other fel on the islands. To KITT, this was the perfect time to get ahead of the game. Gaining the alpha’s favor was also a bonus, as Ursa would be seeking out the quickest of the Felvarg amongst the group for messengers

Eivor was extremely knowledgeable about a lot of things. He took pride in it, being able to share facts others might not know. He had taken the time to learn all about herbs and illnesses, too, spending hours with his nose shoved within numerous books. Eivor knew what would make fels better, what would cure their coughs and tummy aches and runny noses. Eivor tried his best to remain helpful in whatever situation called for it, even if he himself was struggling. Perhaps that’s why this was such a hard thing for him to deal with. Fels mill about him in a panic, barks filling the air with distress. A house within the village of Skalaness had collapsed with the felvargs living inside, and each minute that passed left them with less and less air and room to live. Eivor himself was one of the fels, being a titan with large paws and strong jaws, pulling the rubble apart in search of the fels inside. His nose hits something soft and clumped with dirt and debris, and he wraps his jaws around

Jeff had spent his entire life running; whether it be from enemies or his past, his lanky body had grown accustomed to it. Hell, he hadn’t even intended to get wrapped up in this little event–Heidrun was his home, though, and Puppy’s excited yapping about the wolves nearby had gotten Jeff nervous about newcomers. It was obvious he couldn’t chase these fels off, though, and it didn’t seem like they had much interest in attacking each-other or anyone else–though tensions did run high. Some fels consulted their maps of the area, scrutinizing every little tree trying to find shortcuts. Some seemed confident, and Jeff could’ve sworn he’d seen them around the pass, too, living within the thick meadow. Jeff himself had plenty of experience traversing it; he can already foresee a bunch of these felvarg, those unfamiliar with the area, getting lost in the winding passage. Not Jeff, though. Finally the event organizer herself, a towering titan named Ursa howls to congregate the wolves spread

The vale of whispers is beautiful in spring. Adelaide had seen many springs and many winters, but many of them were in the thick, winding trees of Haldor’s Pass, trapped with a mate who did not love her, and she did not love back. Not really. She breathes in the warm spring air, the wind gently sweeping her fur from side to side as she takes in the sight. The Vale was terrifying at the best of times, but it was her home; her family, her loved ones were here, even if they were not the ones she had once known. Her life had become much better since Slenderman had found her and reignited that love for life within her. She learned not to cower at heavy paws or the indignant snarls of her younger packmates, because they could not touch her. Slender kept his watchful gaze on her, and for once, it didn’t make her feel small. Instead, Adelaide found great comfort in it–in the fact that he never grew angry with her, and always took her side no matter the situation. She had security for the

Despite Nines and Gavin living mostly within Helvalla at this point, neither wolf were frequent visitors of the mountain range of Stormr. After Nines’ last trip there, his fur prickled at the thought; perhaps it was from fear of reaching into the past once more and plucking up memories of a life long lost, but Nines told himself it wasn’t. He just had no reason to go… right? Well, until Gavin heard about the oddity that Stormr brought during the spring season. Gavin himself wasn’t interested in the intricacies of flowers bursting through the snow to blanket the ground, but he knew that Nines would kick himself for not seeing it as soon as possible. It didn’t take much convincing of course, because Nines will always follow wherever Gavin goes–though he does feel a bit unsteady at the possibility of seeing those runes again. Luckily, the part of Stormr the two felvargs were visiting was nowhere near the peaks. Right where the mountain touches the rest of Helvalla is a surprisingly large