a place of shelter [open]

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There was something vaguely familiar about this place. Like a foggy memory that settled at the back of her mind, it was something that the silver she-wolf struggled to piece together. Of course, from the stories that had passed on from lone wolf to lone wolf, this stony temple had been laced in their words vividly. "The Ruins of Abeytu," she spoke aloud, is what they called this utter mystery. Strange words or symbols dotted the inside, walls flawlessly carved flat, yet fracturing little by little with age. A sodden smell passed throughout the dimly lit area, the hard floor evoking discomfort with the fact she disliked the cold temperature it produced. 

Of course, it was much better than being outside in the rain. One moment it had been completely sunny outside, and then the next came a sudden shower. Not the best thing to wake up too, mind you. For a moment she had been so abashed by the abrupt soaking, that she had thought a flooding might have occurred precisely where she decided to nap. As usual it seemed luck was on her side this time. Novva could only let a sigh part from her maw, rattling the remains of dew from her silver coat as she lowered her rear to the floor, seemingly settled within the middle of the ruins; its ceiling opened naturally, layered by vines and arching trees. Lilac pools peered up at the dim light that managed to at least cause the majority of the area to be visible.

A wondering curiosity approached her, urging to know what could have possibly structured this place. When she thought hard enough about it, she figured that any of the wolves, from a long time ago, might've been able to make something like this with whatever powers they may have possessed. Though that thought alone appeared rather frightening - the growl from her stomach bringing the fae back into reality with a startled blink. "...I wonder if there is anything to eat in here." spoken to her own lonesome once again, that idea seemed rather impossible. After all, this place seemed entirely abandoned. Or... was it?

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Valor was getting older. His legs were much longer, his muzzle sharpened. He could feel the difference in his own pelt. He now was a thick furred pistachio colored wolf, a chalky white stripe etched along his side, dots surrounding it. He felt that his lavender eyes were no longer large and round, they were more narrowed. It felt strange to him to be getting older. The young male had left the Eternal Snowfall Territory awhile ago with his brother Ajax, but they had split off. He knew he would return there, for he had everything to lose and everything to gain. His parents and five siblings were there, plentiful food and shelter was provided by Alphess Piala and the others. It pained him to think of the golden grassland she had grown to call home. However, he wanted to explore. He felt that even while he had everything he could ever want, he was missing something. And so he searched. He had trekked over the hills, currently he was moving towards the mountains.

This new sunrise brought a new discovery. Well, for him anyways. However his journey was considerably hindered by the freezing rain stabbing at him from the dreary black clouds. The green male spotted Abeytu out of the corner of his eye. Sleek stone buildings rose from the mist the splashing rain had created. Shelter! The rain was pounding against his skin, soaking through his pelt, soaking him to the bone. He shivered slightly as he turned towards the cubic den. Every scent he could've picked up had been considerably muted by the driving rain. He slipped into the closest den and shook his thick pelt. Water shook off of him like rain itself. Blinking his eyes, he began to adjust to the darkness.

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Noelle peered out of the woods with a grunt, her long, red and white fur clinging to the scratchy twigs and brambles. Her ice blue eyes scanned the terrain in front of her. All she could see was the green foliage surrounding her, and the rocks of the ruins far off in the distance. She didn't notice anyone else in the territory. The small female was a bit anxious from the eerie silence. All she could hear was her breathing and the whistling wind. She continued along into the ruins. She wasn't sure why she wandered all the way out here. She liked to explore, but this place felt very eerie... Almost completely abandoned. She continued along, not really caring how loud she was. Her white paws stomped on the twigs and leaves as she walked forward.

She quietly talked to herself, wondering if anyone else was here. Her blue eyes flickered to the stone ruins. Strange, she thought. Where could they have come from? Noelle stopped for a moment and shook her fur, sending burrs and twigs flying everywhere. She hated having filth on her fur. She felt the urge to splash around in a lake to rid herself of the debris. As she walked along, she noticed the smell of another wolf. No... There was more than one. Being very shy, Noelle became a bit paranoid. This entire place seems abandoned, the middle of nowhere... Who else would be out here?

Her light red fur appeared almost black from the shade cast downed from the trees onto her slim form, and the wind whistled by, sending a shiver through her rather small form. Her speed picked up a bit, her tail wagging in the air she explored the ancient ruins. Something about this place interested her. She had so many questions. Who could have built this? Where did they come from?

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Just as she was about to consider scavenging the ruins for at least a snack, a gentle breeze passed through the mouth of multiple entryways and into the centre of the residue. A scent was carried along that whining fold of wind; or actually, was it two? The crown of grey was tilted as the nose stuck up into the air, endeavouring to get a better whiff at the tang of wolf before it vanished within the passage of mystery — though it seemed too late. Silence faded into the faint company of hammering rain, the familiarity of wolf so bare that it seemed nonexistent within the overriding odour of sodden earth. Large ears twisted over to the cavern of shadows, interested in whatever may or may not be there. Perhaps this place of riddle was messing with her senses? There was no point in at least not being safe. With enough experience, it was knowledgable to say that not every stranger was as kind as she was.

A pitter-patter echoed across the flat, yet stone-like floor, as the flicker of silver padded towards the heap-age of rubble — evidently belonging to the hole in the ceiling. Shadows were casted by the light that dimly shone through, using them to her advantage as she crept carefully up the debris. From this point of view it was accessible to see whom might come through the multiple halls of perfectly flat stone; without her being visible in the process. At least, immediately anyway. It was a nuisance having to deal with extra company, especially if they were one of wicked intentions. Despite sometimes being at fault for the chase, it more than often ended up with her running off with her tail between her legs. She would never fully comprehend why some were so thrilled by this display, while she only wanted to make a few comrades in her aimless adventure. Intuition said that she was just to different to ever understand them. After all, how could violence ever be considered fun?

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Billy:
Billy yawned, big. He got up, stretched, and started walking. He blended perfectly with his surroundings as he was a camo wolf. Breaking into a fast trot, Billy was enjoying himself vary much as he loved the woods he had called home for a few weeks. He knew much of the area surrounding his chosen shelter. Today he wanted to explore more of the area he had come to call his home.
Billy started to run, happy as a clam with just running in his home. It was so nice just running... He felt his paw yank a root and he started to fall. He looked down for a split second, saw that he was heading for a stone-lined pit. He tumbled into the pit yelping as he landed.
Getting up, he yelped. Something must have been broken, because it hurt to breath. Billy looked at himself, and winced a tiny bit. He dragged himself forward, not crying. It was who he was, he didn't want to look weak. Billy was being brave, or so he thought.
Looking ahead, he saw a few wolves. Billy was almost too proud to go for help, but he knew that he was in need. As much as he hated it. He sighed, and approached, wincing with each step. Once he got into the shrubs, he stopped. The only parts of him visible where his eyes and Flight Goggles. He stepped out of the shadows, the light showing not only the wincing, but a large amount scratches and what looked like a indent.

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Noelle continued happily along, her tail wagging cheerfully. She looked to her left, seeing the stone ruins once more. As the breeze blew by, the she-wolf shivered. She noticed that it carried a new scent, and the scent of a wolf she smelled earlier was much stronger now. Despite her diffidence, she walked slowly forward. She noticed a silver wolf in the distance. Although she was rather far away, her ears flattened a bit shyly. Should she introduce herself? Another scent suddenly became much stronger to her. She looked around perplexedly. She felt entangled in a web of unfamiliar scents. Her ears swiveled to and fro, trying to hear if anything was going on. She suddenly stopped.

She heard leaves crunching behind her, and then a shrill noise that pierced her sensitive ears. Her red fur suddenly pricked up in every direction, her ice blue eyes widening. She completely froze for a moment, then slowly turned around to see what happened. A dark figure appeared in the distance, hurling downwards and tumbling down a stone-lined pit. Noelle held back a giggle. She hated to admit that was kind of funny. But as she saw the figure reappear, her expression immediately exhibited concern. She squinted, irritated by her rather poor eyesight. She heard a yelping noise, and noticed that it was another wolf. He was walking funny, and appeared to be hurt.

She cautiously walked over, shaking a little from her withdrawn demeanor. But this wolf was limping and appeared very hurt. Noelle padded up slowly, her ears flattened nervously, but her eyes showing deep concern. "Whoa.. Are you okay?" she asked the camouflage wolf with worry, although it was pretty obvious that he wasn't. She wasn't very sure how she could help.

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Valor sniffed the dank air. He wasn't alone. The scent was clearly wolf. Where was it coming from? As suddenly as it came the scent was whisked away. The rain pounded on the stone above his head. Squinting his lavender eyes, Valor investigated the chamber. He was alone, it turned out. Yet the scent of wolf had clearly been there, strong and fresh. Determined to find the wolf, Valor began to pad down a tunnel-like hall. He wasn't sure whether he should call out. What if this wolf wasn't friendly? Or what if they needed help? There were so many unanswered questions. Furrowing his brow, the young wolf slipped around a corner. He twitched his nose but all he could smell was moss and mildew. The dank musk of fungi growing on the smooth stone walls. "Hello?" He whispered into the next chamber, unsure of what to do next. The green male flexed his claws and scraped then in the dust beneath his feet. "Anyone in here?"