The hunt is over. Cold water murmurs beside the hollow as the pack shares the remaining meat around the broad flat stone, while sunlight fades through the branches.
the eldest packmate
We name duties before we name rank. Hunters read the trail, watchers guard the hollow, and pathfinders learn every safe road beyond our boundaries.
The eldest packmate touches one claw to the stream, then the surrounding trees, marking the invisible borders through scent, memory, and regularly renewed signs.
the eldest packmate
The stream is our eastern boundary. The ridge belongs to neighboring hunters. We do not cross either without warning, need, or a decision shared by the pack.
Corven Vale
And when the pack disagrees? A strong voice can guide a march, but it should not turn every question into obedience.
the eldest packmate
Then we gather at the flat stone. Each adult speaks, each danger is heard, and the choice belongs to those who must carry its consequences.
Corven listens closely, his altered ears turning toward every speaker. Around the stone, the pack grows quiet, leaving room for Ricayu to shape his place in this new home.
✓ Quest Accepted
Gain the pack’s trust through a shared understanding of its duties