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He would move slowly, weaving his way through the tunnels that wound their way through his new home like the veins of some great beast. He had caught the scents of others, some fresh and some old... It smelt like someone had been living here, potentially was still living here... He wasn't really sure how to proceed, it smelt like a man and a women. Perhaps mates that had come to seek shelter? Who could really know. He had wandered the tunnels aimlessly for quite some time, hoping that maybe he might run into them... If they were still here but then what? Was he going to be the one that told them to scram and boot them from their home? What if they had lived here longer then he had? He felt like these were things he should figure out before searching them out, decisions that he should make before and actual confrontation but for some reason he still walked slowly through the tunnels in silence. 

For once the massive male would keep his wings tucked close to his body, the tunnels were no place for wings. Especially for ones such as his that were made for the sky. He had thought that he would dislike the tunnels and yet here he was meandering around within them rather then soaring the skies above the mountain range he had claimed. Yellow orbs almost seemed to glow in thefiktered sunlight. He had mostly kept to the better lit areas. Though he had discovered that his sonar ability was quite helpful under here he still wasn't completely used to it and the meaning of the sonar pings. Maybe some day when he was better accustomed to them he would explore the underworld of this place a bit more. For now he was content in the simple wandering of the hot sprig riddled tunnels.
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The woman held her body with an eased fashion along the sides of the clear pools, her feathers dipping soft ripples over the surface, ripples she could not see, but heard with ears atuned to the depths at her side, her breathe cool as it ran over her paws set on dry stone. Andrastë had come to this place, away from the growing collage of scents that governed the mountains, to think, and to listen. The caverns had never been her first choice of dwelling, nor would it be for as long as the winds carried her through the air, yet, they held a soft aura that made it easy for her to set down, to furl her wings against her sides, and slip into paths unknown. They were not a gentle place for a creature of the open air, the talons edging the soft leather tracing the softest of touches along the walls, keeping her from falling into the harsh stone. The sound of bubbling springs had pulled her from the main path, swerving left, keen eyes suddenly glowing in the light offered by this place. A rivet ran a tear over the ceiling, allowing the faintest of light to enter this place once lost to the darkness, dark silhouettes marking eroded stone and steep walls, the floor smoothed from eons of rivers passing. Set in the ground, she was hard pressed to move again, her hip pressed against the walls cool touch, soft sighs passing her lips as she took this moment to simply breath.
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The clutch, her clutch, was young, newly flourishing on this hills that would come to be their home, in the days to come. Here, the ranks would grow strong in the unrelenting sun, their back ashen in light unearthed from behind the deep groves of the world once trapped. Andrastë was content in the territory, and for the most part, content with those who had come to find refuge in the ranks. The innocent Robin, the timid Citlali, the flirtatious Cardinal, the prudent Paradise. In the days since the packs founding, the woman had sought out as many of the wolves as she could, meeting them, gaining an air for their potential, and probing in a way only she could. Even Caracara, the one who held such hate for things she could not understand held a spot of acknowledgement in her eyes, even if she had yet to seek her out in a individual means. The Stark understood the womans need to keep power within the family. Andrastë herself had come from a clan who held such thoughts, the leaders, the holders of the whip each with a badge that marked them as kinth to the man who ruled them, owned them. It had it vantages, she would admit, and yet, she had also seen what damage it could do, and for that, she would not relent to girl. Sighing, she shifted, mindful of the yet healing tears just behind her left elbow, the flesh having pinkened as it healed, its edges slowly being swallowed whole by the fur that lined its boarders. Soon, it would be but a memory, and than, perhaps, she would tempt fate once more.
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Talons would tap lazily against the ground as he slipped through the stone walls. Eyes seemed to glaze as he absent mindedly followed drifted through the seemingly never ending passage. Damn. The scent was slowly running dry to the point where he could barely scent them anymore. No point in following if he had no direction or inkling of where they might be but still he would walk. He didn't know how long he was walking before her scent would hit him like the sweetest of perfumes. He hadn’t seen her in a while, not since the pack hunt… And it hadn’t given them a lot of time to talk. To be honest he had been avoiding her a bit. Part of him was worried that she at some point might decide that this was too much for her or she might get sick of the shit his family was doing to her. And yet… Despite those seemingly ever-present fears here she was, lingering just out of reach. He would follow the scent almost without consciously coming to the decision that he should see her, slipping down the cavern before hanging a left.

Steam hung in the air, seeming to carry her scent with it as he slipped into the cavern and ducked his head to keep himself a bit cooler. Wings would drift away from his body in the larger area as he drifted towards her. <b>”How are you doing?”</b> He would ask, his voice a low rumble as he studied her. He didn’t really know what else to say, how to start a conversation with her. Was she angry? She had seemed to be back to normal at the pack hunt but his siblings had brought up the fact that he didn’t know her very well. This was their fourth time seeing each other and only second time being alone together… Not the best way to start a relationship, it was more like they had decided to jump head first into the deep end of this and gone for it all. Hell he hadn’t even known her name when he had first asked her to lead alongside him…
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Time seemed to drift along a current she couldn’t quite follow, a rhythm that was both enticing and despicable, whether she felt the need to put opinions towards how she was feeling. There was a restlessness in her soul, a desire to touch the sky once more, even as she hid away like a dog in these winding tunnels. Perhaps she’d rather keep the reason why she was here a secret, for surely one such as herself didn’t go whisking through the underbelly of the earth with a whim and barely a conscious thought. The endless cathedral was where she would often flock to, the soft stone of could spiralling up in towering strength, engulfing the sun and leading her over gentle twists and turns. Flying through clouds was always a strange feeling, an event she usually avoided, if not for the dampness upon her pelt, than for the blindness that often accompanied it. Sighing, she shifted against her stone bed, lifting her head and chancing a look towards the slither of golden light that just barely managed to reach down through the deep gouge. Her brother far from her side, Andrastë left herself brood, carefully looking back on the events that had passed, and the things she wanted to address later. First on her mind, was council with a fellow leader, a man who seemed more a ghost with the days that had dotted the calendar since his call.
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But it seemed, whether she had come to a consensus on what she wished to discuss, the gods would wish them together once more. It was a soft rumble in her peripherals, a demand that made her eyes turn even before he appeared. The cavernous hall had flourished with her scent, but even a fleeting touch, the musk that was purely avian swelled under the hot muggy air, the waters at her side capturing the scent, and putting it at the forefront of her mind, where she could not avoid it. Eyes darting down from the picture not the wall, his silhouette rose out from the pitch tunnels, the blues of his cloak just barely visible in the ashen shadows of this world she had come to know. Each step was like a gun shot in the dark, her ears trembling over the noise, tracking that which her eyes could not. Strange, how he managed to be so very visible, even when he was but a wraith. He’d speak, and her crown tilted ever so slightly, adjusting to face him front on, a smile curling over her lips, only to be followed swiftly by a soft hum. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>”Better than I have in the past few days. The notable lack of hunger gnawing on my belly tends to do that,"</b></font> she’d muse, pulling herself away from the sweating stone, the cool touch vibrating as the heat seeped in. Her wings shuffled at her sides, opening up to gather her balance, touching the walls, the ground, with gentle touches, tracking where stone ended, and open air began. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>”And what of you my king. What brings one of the sky down into the depths of the earth?"</b></font>
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<font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"Talk here."</b></font>
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If she was angry she was either very good at hiding it or he did not yet know her well enough to tell one way or another. He would come to stand a short distance off, watching her movements curiously as she told him that she was fine, that she was glad to no longer had hunger to worry about. <b>"Yes... I do feel as though everyone is less on edge now will full bellies. Thanks to you."</b> He would say softly, slowly moving closer before coming to seat himself beside her, staring down into the pool she had settled beside. He was almost afraid to make eye contact with her, what if she was furious and all that anger lurked within those eyes... That mixed with the guilt he felt when he saw the angry pink scars was more then he could handle right away.

She would turn the conversation towards him, asking why he had ventures from the sky and into the mountains. Slowly he would look back and frown slightly. <b>"I caught the scent of some strangers living in the tunnels. Wasn't sure if they were a threat or not..."</b> He said, giving her the half truth. He had come down here to hide from everyone and had just happened across the scents of others by chance and had decided to follow the scents to see what was up rather then do nothing. <b>"I apologize... For my sister. I had hoped that announcing your ascension in front of a crowd would cause her to think more rationally but apparently I was mistaken..."</b> He would say, sighing heavily and looking away.

Such a lovely way to start off a partnership and a pack...
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Ears turning to trace his steps with each echoing click of claws upon stone, Andrastë watched the surface of the water, hairs rising along the sides of her neck with the sense coming off the man. It was almost as if he was expecting something, wary of a creature in the dark readying an attack, his steps careful as he drew near. Humming, she slide her gaze over his silhouette, the faint distinguishing marks rising up that were purely Indian. She'd chuckle, drawing up to sit in a leisure manner, her wings folding in, tail swinging around to settle at her side. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"It was hardly nothing. We succeeded because the pack provided willing aid. Though must say, you looked quite fetching sweeping in from the heavens,"</b></font> she supplied, a easy smile falling upon her lips.
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Leaning down, running her paw along the surface of the water, she'd frown, thinking back to her concerns of the hunt. Caracara, for all her admission that Andrastë was an inadequate leader hardly seemed fitting herself, leaving mandatory duties to others while she did whatever she did. The queen had almost expected the winged woman to show up, if for no other reason than to attempt making a scene yet again. Yet she hadn't, which was a good thing... she supposed. Hardly productive to break out into a fight yet again. But still. She caught the fleeting words Indian brought up, turning her attentions to his reflection, humming as she looked out across the pool, towards the tunnels he had appeared. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"If they are a threat, they have not made themselves known yet. We can keep an eye out I suppose,"</b></font> she said. It was an interesting opportunity, the chance to examine a possible recruitment to the pack. They would need more aid if they were to ready for the coming winter. More mouths to feed yes, but more protection, more eyes, more knowledge. If they were a threat, well... they would deal with them when and if the time came. If they were harmless, they could be an outpost to keep eyes on things that occurred that could miss the eyes of known pack members. Lips tended to be looser around things deemed harmless after all.
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She made no motion to offer these insights, keen on what this man might do with the coming decisions. Indian had potential in her eyes, he could be great, he could be something more than ordinary, but she wasn't going to help him the whole way. Certain things would need to be done with his own mind and hand. She was interested to see what he would do. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"Some find insult in most things, it cannot be helped. I understand her feelings in such things, but it was stupid of her to do so at the first meeting. We are new, just beginning to set down roots. It makes us seem weak."</b></font> Andrastë spit out the word with venom, hating the word for all it represented. <font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"Seeing the leading members at odds will only put cracks in the foundation, bring doubt."</b></font> <i>It needed to be dealt with.</i>
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<font style="color:#fe8a65;"><b>"Talk here."</b></font>
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