CAIRN

Ashen Summit ; The Pack Of Hardened Souls

The pack [cairn] of the Ashen Summit, live high upon the mountain's peak. Their bodies have adapted to the cold, pelts growing exceptionally course and thick, harshly clawed and padded paws, that are adapted to spread out to allow an even field to climb the steep inclines of their territory. They are large, gruff and cold wolves, much like their climate. Solitary creatures, as of the current leadership.

Founded moons ago, this pack of wolves has prospered despite their territorial disadvantages. The winters upon the peak are cruel and grueling, and it's lasting effects are not lost on this pack's history. Through many changes they've survived, through wars and peace, bloody carnage and flourishing life. They are loyal to allies and tricky to the enemy. Currently the pack is in a state of stalement. Allies are far and few between, a rift between packs, once brought close by siblings. Now strained by the alpha's lingering grudge.

ALPHA MOOKAITE

Born not of Ashen Summit blood, her blood does match that of the Blight' pack leader, even in the old wolf's age. Mookaite is an offering, a symbolism of good blood between the packs. In an attempt to broaden their pact. A gift to keep the packs unified. Born to the heir, she was only a mere pup, when she was sent away. Unknowing of her grandmother, Thallium or even her own mother. Only knowing of both through her grandmother, Arsine who had visited numerous times. Aiding the young pup in her confused questions. Gifting her knowledge that only fueled the feeling of wanting to experience these tales of companionship, herself. A resentment that formed, a grudge that only intensified with the herbalist's passing. She never even got to utter a goodbye. Her grudge broadened, to where it is now. The Ashen Summit straying away from the pack it once called it's ally. With a cold, angered heart leading them.

The cold bares down on your trembling body. You can feel it eating away, ebbing and leeching off of the limited warmth of your body. Agonizing as your body slows, and you finally fall into the snow covered terrain. Your vision swims, as you are able to see paws stepping, stopping before you. A wavering voice, but… what strikes you to your core are the deep orange eyes. They are fiery in the coldness that surrounds you. Eyes you will never be able to forget, even as the snow finally pulls the warmth from under you, plunging you into the dark. You will never forget those eyes.