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The Caverns
Deep beneath the land of the beasts lay a series of tunnels, stretching through each biome. The twisting corridors have claimed numerous souls, permanently lost in the belly of the land. It was only a matter of time before a small band of canines stumbled into the maw the hollow and was lulled deeper. The budding pack were in awe of the grottoes they stumbled upon, deciding to claim the unique land for their own.
Like clock work, a few new wolves would start across one of the numerous entrances and quickly find themselves lost. It must have been your turn, seeing as curiosity lured you into the stone tunnels and you could no longer recall your path out. Every wall looked the same and the faint find current only tossed your scent about in a confusing swirl. Your paws pad against the cold ground, your eyes struggling to adapt to the darkness that swarmed the area. You could just barely make out the echoing of claws clicking against the stone or perhaps that was just the sound of your own paws. Spotting the trickle of moonlight, you rush into the rays, relieved to finally see your paws in front of your own muzzle. A amused snicker filled your ears, making your eyes dart around for the source of the noise.
"Well, hello there. Nice ta meet ya too. Awfully far from that entrance ain't ya?" The voice snickered with an accent you were unfamiliar with. You nodded, despite being in the dimly lit cavern. "Ain't the first critter to get lost in here. Luckily for ya, you've got me." The voice barked in a tone that almost seemed smug. "Ya know, there's a pack down here. I can lead ya to them, if ya ain't gonna eat them or somethin'." That was a rather odd term, but if it would help you get out, you really couldn't see a downside. At your next nod, the critter stepped forward into the moonlight. Piercing yellow eyes meet your own as the brown-ish wolf pads by you, quickly taking a second look when you see what seems to look like a vine on the canine's neck. At a second glance, you notice that the vine is in fact alive and not a vine at all; it's a small snake, one you're hoping is not venomous. The stranger begins to lead you into a smaller tunnel, this one hidden by several large leaves.
"So, like, these dudes won't be leaving again today, but if ya wait for a bit, they'd be willing ta bring ya out when it's later." It's not long until the sound of yipping cubs fill your ears, quickly finding a pair of pups pouncing on each other as they played with the other. Your presence is noticed immediately by the elder wolves, several pairs of eyes staring you down. "Ya'll know the drill; got lost, staying the day, lead 'em out, yadda, yadda." They spoke to the mass before turning toward you with a wolfish grin. "See ya around, mate. Don't get lost again." The large wolf laughed and only now did you notice that their mouth didn't move as they spoke. Before you can ponder it any further, they pivot on their paws and pad back the way they came. Huh, that was an odd wolf, might as well check out this pack before they help you find your way back.
Deep beneath the land of the beasts lay a series of tunnels, stretching through each biome. The twisting corridors have claimed numerous souls, permanently lost in the belly of the land. It was only a matter of time before a small band of canines stumbled into the maw the hollow and was lulled deeper. The budding pack were in awe of the grottoes they stumbled upon, deciding to claim the unique land for their own.
Like clock work, a few new wolves would start across one of the numerous entrances and quickly find themselves lost. It must have been your turn, seeing as curiosity lured you into the stone tunnels and you could no longer recall your path out. Every wall looked the same and the faint find current only tossed your scent about in a confusing swirl. Your paws pad against the cold ground, your eyes struggling to adapt to the darkness that swarmed the area. You could just barely make out the echoing of claws clicking against the stone or perhaps that was just the sound of your own paws. Spotting the trickle of moonlight, you rush into the rays, relieved to finally see your paws in front of your own muzzle. A amused snicker filled your ears, making your eyes dart around for the source of the noise.
"Well, hello there. Nice ta meet ya too. Awfully far from that entrance ain't ya?" The voice snickered with an accent you were unfamiliar with. You nodded, despite being in the dimly lit cavern. "Ain't the first critter to get lost in here. Luckily for ya, you've got me." The voice barked in a tone that almost seemed smug. "Ya know, there's a pack down here. I can lead ya to them, if ya ain't gonna eat them or somethin'." That was a rather odd term, but if it would help you get out, you really couldn't see a downside. At your next nod, the critter stepped forward into the moonlight. Piercing yellow eyes meet your own as the brown-ish wolf pads by you, quickly taking a second look when you see what seems to look like a vine on the canine's neck. At a second glance, you notice that the vine is in fact alive and not a vine at all; it's a small snake, one you're hoping is not venomous. The stranger begins to lead you into a smaller tunnel, this one hidden by several large leaves.
"So, like, these dudes won't be leaving again today, but if ya wait for a bit, they'd be willing ta bring ya out when it's later." It's not long until the sound of yipping cubs fill your ears, quickly finding a pair of pups pouncing on each other as they played with the other. Your presence is noticed immediately by the elder wolves, several pairs of eyes staring you down. "Ya'll know the drill; got lost, staying the day, lead 'em out, yadda, yadda." They spoke to the mass before turning toward you with a wolfish grin. "See ya around, mate. Don't get lost again." The large wolf laughed and only now did you notice that their mouth didn't move as they spoke. Before you can ponder it any further, they pivot on their paws and pad back the way they came. Huh, that was an odd wolf, might as well check out this pack before they help you find your way back.
Pack Ranks
Dux - The wolf whom leads the pack. Both wise and strong, this wolf is assigned to the most important task; ensuring the pack survives. They must prove to the pack and higher power that they are right for the job. This rank can be challenged on nights of the full moon.
Venator - Ranking assigned to hunters. These wolves will be divided into teams of three to five, decided by Dux. They will constantly be out in an effort to bring the pack enough food. Once mastering their particular trait, they will be assigned the title Vendani.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
⭑ ⭑ ⭑
Medicus - The pack's healer and herbalist. This wolf spends very little time inside the boundaries of the pack camp and is typically found in the surrounding areas, foraging for high quality herbs. They are tasked with keeping all pack members healthy and able to do their tasks. This wolf can occasionally take up an apprentice whom will learn to store and grow herbs along with crafting cures.
Tracto - This rank can only be maintained by two to three wolves. Members of this rank are almost always away from camp. They are tasked with exploring and patrolling the surrounding area for any possible threats or important information. They report directly to the Dux.
✸ ✸
Vacous - Wolves lacking any particular role that serves the pack. These wolves are typically new to the pack or will only stay for a short while. This is considered to be the lowest rank in the pack. Any individual whom stays in this category for an extended period of time is often picked on by higher ranking members
Peur - Exclusively for pup and juveniles. Members of this rank are tended to by the entirety of the pack and are to be cared for at all points of time. The pack's future, they are to be taken under another wolf's guidance at the age of six months to be taught the ways of their pack and the role to take upon when they are old enough. Between the age of six moths and one year, they will be assigned an official name to signify their loyalty to the pack.
Operarius - More or less the miscellaneous wolves of the pack. They don't exactly fall into one particular role. Often times this is where wolves training to take on a role will reside. Every wolf in this group will be able to tend to another wolf or pup if needed.
Dux - The wolf whom leads the pack. Both wise and strong, this wolf is assigned to the most important task; ensuring the pack survives. They must prove to the pack and higher power that they are right for the job. This rank can be challenged on nights of the full moon.
Venator - Ranking assigned to hunters. These wolves will be divided into teams of three to five, decided by Dux. They will constantly be out in an effort to bring the pack enough food. Once mastering their particular trait, they will be assigned the title Vendani.
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
⭑ ⭑ ⭑
Medicus - The pack's healer and herbalist. This wolf spends very little time inside the boundaries of the pack camp and is typically found in the surrounding areas, foraging for high quality herbs. They are tasked with keeping all pack members healthy and able to do their tasks. This wolf can occasionally take up an apprentice whom will learn to store and grow herbs along with crafting cures.
Tracto - This rank can only be maintained by two to three wolves. Members of this rank are almost always away from camp. They are tasked with exploring and patrolling the surrounding area for any possible threats or important information. They report directly to the Dux.
✸ ✸
Vacous - Wolves lacking any particular role that serves the pack. These wolves are typically new to the pack or will only stay for a short while. This is considered to be the lowest rank in the pack. Any individual whom stays in this category for an extended period of time is often picked on by higher ranking members
Peur - Exclusively for pup and juveniles. Members of this rank are tended to by the entirety of the pack and are to be cared for at all points of time. The pack's future, they are to be taken under another wolf's guidance at the age of six months to be taught the ways of their pack and the role to take upon when they are old enough. Between the age of six moths and one year, they will be assigned an official name to signify their loyalty to the pack.
Operarius - More or less the miscellaneous wolves of the pack. They don't exactly fall into one particular role. Often times this is where wolves training to take on a role will reside. Every wolf in this group will be able to tend to another wolf or pup if needed.
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