Wendigo parted his jaws in a yawn, rising to his paws from his nest of sheep wool and moss -- it was early morning, the pack was still shifting awake. The black wolf-dog sniffed and stepped out of the hollowed log where he made his den, kept his herb stock and helped his patients recover, he was Fortis' healer, not an easy job but he'd much rather be saving someone's life than ending one.

The black canine took a few steps outside of his den, looking up at the pink orange sky, the sun was just beginning to rise. He glanced around the camp and huffed, not a single soul up yet.

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A low grunt slipped from the parted ark lips of the clan head as he stretched out on his old bear skin bed. Joints aplenty cracking and popping as he shifted his weight around before gradually getting up. His erected ears twitching as he heard several members of the regrowing clan awaken from heir slumber. It was about an hour last sunrise and the clan head new it was time for his daily patrols even though he wished for more slumber. He was addicted to it as he hardly slept while he was younger. Always on the move with his mother before he was sparring with his father and he'll hound of a older brother. Those days he slept til noon and was up the rest of the day or days til his work was done. However now that the clan was small and still rebuilding after their lose, he didn't have to do so much work just yet.


Stepping out of the old shipping container he made as his den, the container being knocked over inside the abandoned warehouse where the clan was houses, he padded down the rusted metallic steps. His nails scraping against rhe metal loudly without a care in the world as he made his way out into the blazing morning sun. His maw parting as he took in a deep breath of the mildly humid air before he stretched out once more and absorbed some of the subs and ro help warm up his cold blooded like physique.

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Aneres took in a deep breath and exhaled as her ears twitched to the sound of scraping nails on metal. Along with foot falls of another member up. The catahoula stretched as she laid there and did another sigh once more. The she dog stood up, walking out of her tin-box den. Even though they lived in a warehouse, it still leaked. Nothing more annoying than water falling on your nose as you slept.

The sun came in from the windows, making her mostly white pelt illuminate brightly. The shades of grey splotches on her body Making it look like she didn't have an ear and a side of her face. Along with her rump and top half of her back leg. Aneres looked around to see the clan leader walk until something big blocked his giant frame.

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Fenrir padded out of the cardboard box which he called his own. The damp smell of the warehouse filled his nose comfortably, but the space itself was dark and dusty. He gave a growl as his tough paws stepped on something wet. How annoying. He looked up at his home, a large cardboard box on top of a rusty shipping container and other miscellaneous shapes - probably more boxes. He liked the view over the warehouse his den gave him, even if it was small and weak compared to other dens. He shook himself and padded a few steps away. He wished there was a fight, he would love to sink his claws and fangs into something.

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Althar'eion opened her eyes and let out a yawn. Morning, it was. She thought and lifted her head, to after which she tried lifting her heavy body. It was pretty painful and took a while for her to get off the quilts she had as her warm den. She had her spot lower, in an old rusty container.
Slowly she sat herself down and scanned the waking hounds. Oh young creatures Althar thought and sneezed, her old body aching. The moist air getting to her lungs.

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Aneres stayed zones out for a bit until she heard what sounded like a frustrating sigh and a waking yawn. Getting up, the quiet female padded over to the old dog, Althar'eion. A smile lifted the freckled lips on her maw as she looked at her sitting and watching the rest of the clan rise from their slumber. "Good morning," The catahoula said a bit loudly. She didn't know if she could hear or not, but she was sure she could. Aneres sat down on the side of the quilt on the cold hard floor. She didn't mind it, the floor felt nice. After a minute, she decided to lie down. It was starting to get hot. Or maybe it was the humidity starting up.

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Althar'eion heard a louder Good morning at her side and slowly turned her head towards the female addressing her. "Good morning young miss" she said softly, watching as the catahoula sat next to her. "Why not sit on the quilt, it's warmer." she smiled. Seeing as the female laid down on the floor, Althar understood Aneres was actually feeling hot. The old dog nodded her head and a few quiet cracks escaped.

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Fenrir watched the females talking. Tch. Talking wouldn't help the clan at all. He gave a small growl and padded back towards his den, leaping up the boxes and containers. He sat in the entrance, watching the activity in the warehouse.

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(( gah, I'm going to rewrite mine ;^; ))

The black wolf-dog made his den beneath a broken staircase, peat moss drooped over the entrance, creating a curtain sort of effect. Wendgio poked his head outside of his den and let out a soft huff before he fully emerged, is tail curled a bit -- the pack was stirring awake by now, he could see many other canines sniffing around and chatting with some others. His eyes caught sight of Fenrir and his head cocked to the side a bit, he seemed upset -- trotting over the the other male and dipping his head in greeting. " You seem angry, did something happen? " The mixed canine asked in a kind tone.

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The wolf-dog opened her eyes, looking at the leaves and moss under her. She could tell the other dogs were awake, she parted her jaws in a yawn, forcing her legs to lift her heavy body up. She shook her coat, shaking off the dust and moss. She took a step out of her den, yawning again. She let the sun war her back for a moment, and looked at the other dogs, wondering who to talk too.

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Auricles twitched upon his heavy dome to alert him the other clan members were awakening causing the brute to push his muscular frame forwards as he stepped further out into the morning light. His dark two tone gaze flickering from one awakened member to the next before he eyed the first awakened general, Fenrir. Pushing out a loud enough bark for the other brute to hear, Trigger made his way to a old shipping cylinder that held old mooring lines. He had flipped it over and with the help of his older brother whom had left to resume his travels, gnawed and clawed in the border lines and small details of where they lived. He called it his war room. A place where they would plan out the day and proceed with other necessities.

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Fenrir glanced at the wolf dog. "We can talk later," he said, and padded towards the war room. He watched the other canines as he loped across warehouse, taking in the scents and sounds. As he walked into the war room, he looked at the carved map of the Fortis Canis territory with pride. This was his pack now, and soon they would be able to add even more space to their lands. Fenrir sat down and nodded his head respectfully at Trigger, then glanced around the room alertly. It was time to decide what to do today.

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Aneres quickly sat up when she heard the loud and short bark from someone in the clan. Her ears propped backward and she awaited another, making sure it wasn't her being called. Hearing none, she relaxed a bit and watched The dog named Fenrir lope across the large area. "Why is he headed to the war room, I wonder?" She mumbled to herself. After a moment she gave up and shrugged, looking back to the old she dog with gentle eyes, "How are you doing today?"
Aneres asked even though she could tell that the elder was stiffening up in the joints. Sadness washed over her as she thought about as the old dog grew older.

The catahoula shook off the thought and turned straight ahead. Trigger came to mind, and she slightly gulped. She wasn't afraid of him. The thought of talking to him made her nervous. But they had only talked but once, when they had met and offered her an invitation into the clan. She was doing well by herself. But she felt like she was needed to join. So she did.

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Althar shook her head at the loud bark, frowning. Glancing at Fenrir heading to the war room she shrugged and looked calmly at Aneres "Relax child, it should be just a drill." Althar smiled and continued "Doing fine, my child. My bones ache but as long as my brain works I see no biggie", the old dog said quietly. The old dog could understand some hounds worrying about her age and it saddened her, because she did not want others sad.

The cane corso sighed and nuzzled Aneres "Thought about Trigger again, youngling?" Althar knew the catahoula was a bit intimidated by the leader.

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Althar'eion's words brought her out of her daze. At her reaponse, she nodded. Her muscles loosened little by little as her voice continued to fill Aneres's pulled back ears. Then, when the old she dog asked if she was thinking about Trigger, she shook her head fast and tried to be nonchalant. "It isn't the intimidation, if that's what you're thinking. I-I don't really know what it is," The female stuttered and shuffled her paws as she spoke.

She honestly didn't know what it was. He was charming. He's big and burly. But she still mourns for her mate that had died not too long ago. So it was like she's stuck in an eternal void between the two of deciding. The catahoula sighed and looked down, an irritated growl rumbled in her chest.

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