Dervahl

Dervahl joined the Frontier Wanderers under Bandit's leadership. A loner himself, he had wandered the lands aimlessly for many moons, until he happened upon Bandit and his pack.

When he joined the pack, his black-spotted pale blue fur and extravagant stories quickly made him popular amongst the wolves. He was charismatic and energetic, engaging with all the wolves and pups on his downtime.

He quickly rose the ranks, from Guard to Hunter to Scout, until his ambition proved him worthy to be promoted to Beta. He strived in the spot, quick to command what was needed and when.

When Bandit passed over, no wolf of the pack was against Dervahl taking over. The first moons under his leadership were easy and passed smoothly, as his well-liked personality and natural charisma strived. Dervahl continued Bandit's legacy of the pack, letting in strays and loner wolves when he could.

However, it wasn't long until he started to feel the pressure of the his rapidly growing pack and increasingly limited territory. Food was growing sparse and tempers flared. Wolves snapped at each other and became territorial over the smallest of things. The Herbalist had started expressing her growing concerns of overflowing beds and dwindling herb stock due to the large volume of wolves with bite marks and open wounds caused by their own pack mates.

Dervahl saw the pack of once-loners start to break apart before his own eyes. He became agitated and desperate, determined to fix the problem. He gathered his Scouts with a mission, sending them past the territory borders into the territory of neighbouring wolves packs. He gathered their information, on weak spots to prey-rich areas, then approached select wolves within the pack with his plans.

He assembled a group of wolves with aggressive backgrounds, who knew how to fight, and how to fight dirty. He sent them, along with the Scouts, into a neighbouring wolf pack's territory to claim a portion for themselves. He did this with other borders, slowly pushing his territory lines further to create more space for the Frontier Wanderers.

As expected, the neighbouring packs did not like this and pushed back. Border scraps began to arrive in the Herbalist's den and reports of skirmishes made their way to Dervahl. He remained unmoved, and began to command to group of Fighters to begin training other members of the pack.

Yet the other packs remained defensive, and the hunger-stricken wolves of the Frontier Wanderers began falling. A cloud of despondency hung over the pack, as more and more reports of lost battles and fallen wolves were delivered into the camp. Dervahl grew distressed, desperately trying to scrap together wolves to fight. He paced the borders and began commanding the Adolescents and older pups of the pack to be trained.

Yet nothing seemed to inject hope into the pack and keep the borders strong. He began going mad, snapping at the wolves to conform. He doubled on the hunting patrols and demanded wolves to be stationed on the growing borders to keep the other packs at bay. He refused limited food on those who would defy him.


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