Nerach Vindfar ~ Northwind

[Skipper of Otters]

Once again, a large female wolf sat at the edge of the clan borders, honing her axe in the early-morning sun. The colors bathed the wolf and her snowy surroundings in a reddish glow. The shining axeblade, honed to such perfect sharpness as to be able to split a rock into halves, glowed like brushfire in the sunrise.
Her mate, a silver male, joined her, gazing into the colors of the sky. "You will be leaving again, correct?" he asked in a mellow baritone.
"Aye, she's callin' again...Don't worry, Rae, I'll be back." replied the wolfess.

[Skipper of Otters]

A little black furball came cannoning out of seemingly nowhere, latching onto the white wolf. "Don't wantcha t'leave..." whined the pup, hugging his mother tightly. "Wan' mamma t'stay..."
Aeorys smiled at her pup, patting him on the head. "It's aright, Aeoris, Mamma'll be back, got it? Here, I gotta gift for ye."
She set down the pup and pulled out a little dirk from her back belt. Taking the belt of her son's tunic, she clasped it onto there, where it hung like a small sword at his side.
The black wolf's eyes shone brightly in gratitude, but still was struck with sadness. Hugging his mother one more time, Aeoris stood back by his father, grasping his paw.