Missy Hallie and Others

Missy a clydesdale mare old friends with pan and the others. She was finally home. She snorted as she led hallie and the others to the home. She then lowered her dial to graze

Hallie stayed close to missy and let her dial fall as well.

Sammy dove into the river and dove under the water.She swam around chasing fish

Bolvo followed his mate.

Sierra the female cougar prowled the borders her jaw half open scenting the surroundings.

pan

Pan had awaited them for days now. Well, he awaited Missy, Sierra, the otters & the bears really. Pan and Hallie had never met, but Pan was aware she would be arriving with Missy. Pan's lips curved into a mischievous grin. Slipping out of the thick bushes he came beside Missy, his black lips slithering up the side of her shoulder. "Well hello you..." His eyes only on Hallie for a moment before sliding back onto Missy.

Soon Pan settled beside Missy, those hollow black eyes watched as the otters slipped into their rivers, Sierra into the thick forest - and then back to the mares.

Missy and Others

Missy snorted and just stood there watching over the herd and other critters. She took this to heart ..Hallie on the other hand just like to play around.

the otters wam up and down the river occasionally catching fish and eating them.

The cougar prowled the border.

The two grizzlies rested off in the distance.

Pan & Chenoa

Pan was comfortable next to Missy, he had known her for years, as well as the rest of the animals. They had all known each other quite some time. "The Legion is starting to come together, nicely, if I may say so. " He chuckle to himself as he look to his left, a white bird, a wise bird they he had known all his life; Chenoa. "Hello Missy, Pan." he tilted his head with an honorable nod towards his old friend, then sliding his gaze back to Missy. Chenoa perched in a low tree limb, watching over the small group before speaking in her sweet lullaby tune, "Whose the bay?" The pale whte bird flicked a look towards the other mare, Hallie, then to the Spanish stallion for a moment. "I have no idea who she is..." His black marble eyes traveling over to the draft mare, close in size to his own massive frame. "Who's she?" An inquisitive stare plastered towards the mare, from both Pan and Chenoa.

Missy

Missy looked ot hallie.She is an old friend of mineShe spoke.She is hallie

Pan & Chenoa

Pan nodded to Missy's response, his head lowering down to swipe against the long salty blades, bright against his dark lips. "How have you been Missy, darling?" Chenoa's wind-chime voice carried softly against the gentle gusts of wind. Pan paid no attention really, keeping his body inches from Missy's, his pale head buried among the slender grass.

Missy

Missy snorted and looked over the land once more and then looked back to the others.I've been splendid you?

Pan & Chenoa

Pan's head remained smothered in the long emerald blades of grass, smooth black eyes hidden behind draped locks of silver and white. His ghoulish frame grazed beneath the umbrage of an old oak tree.

Chenoa clung to a low branch of this aged tree, her glossy black eyes on the dimming sunset. "I have also been well - but the Valley is aweful busy now with all this Legion stuff..." Her tone obtaining it's normal melody note.

Ankh & Others

Following the great war at Pike's Lake, nearly every alliance to the Lurkers had bunked out at the Temple of the Ancient Guardians. Resting, recovering, and bearing new life, the old inhabitants of the land were returning after their long exodus to reclaim what was theirs. The news of their land being overrun would have come as a great surprise to the pack if not for the vigilant eyes of their falcon comrades, who scouted and kept tabs on all the surrounding lands.

Even as the pack healed and recouped at the Temple, they knew not only of the Lost Valley overtake, but that of the Ochotona Mountains as well. While Ankh had been all for rushing in and squelching the new invaders, Snowy Owl patiently reminded her mate that their forces were stretched thin, and with so many pups in their ranks... they couldn't afford any more bloodshed at the moment. Furthermore, with the Haunters growing stronger each day, the making more enemies was the last thing they needed.

"This is ridiculous! We should slaughter them all and be done with it." The small, lithe-bodied hybrid grumbled to his mate, with fierce yellow eyes burning brightly against his jet-black coat. "As far as Mesa can tell, they're new to the Valley, and won't have any allies to back them."

Owl sighed patiently as she walked shoulder to shoulder with the smaller-bodied male, her ivory coat coming in stark contrast with his midnight shade, "You should listen to your nephew, dear. Fighting isn't the answer to everything, and you know that well enough. Quiadah is wise for his age. Besides-" The mother turned her head back to see Nightcrawler, Aminita, and Kanan all clustered around her four young pups, corralling them along and keeping them safe. "I can't... I won't see them hurt in this. We are lucky as it is. Your niece lost all but one of her offspring, and you know how badly your uncle is suffering from his losses. Not to mention, your brother. No, we will not instigate violence if it can be avoided. Not now."

A deep, reverberating growl rolled through the hybrid's throat, but he could not go against his mate's words. As great as the bloodlust ran through his fiery veins, he knew he and Owl were lucky compared to the rest of their family. In all of this warring, they had lost only two sons. So it was that he grudgingly allowed for Snowy Owl to speak up once they reached the border of the territory, and send her rivetting howl through the land to attract the attention of the current land owners.

With the previous alpha pair, their four young pups were with them, being zealously guarded along with two other litters to make thirteen youngsters in all. Three wolves; Nighcrawler, Kanan, and Jais were among the group helping to guard the pups, as well as a slew of hybrids that had previously made up the Ochotona, Sedge Creek, and Silver Glades packs, collectively. Arcane, Ravenshou, Valcane, Phelan, Violet Reign, Fyre, Scaria, Taiser, Sweetclover, Artemesia, Mandragoro, Harbringer, Aminita, and Rue.

Above the small coalition perched Hailstorm and Mesa, brother and sister peregrine falcons, and escorts to the pack's trek from the mountains to their old home.

lily

Lilypaw had not been in the Valley long, she traveled here with her old 'family', which was actually just a tightly knit coalition between a variety of different beings. They came to the Valley in search of different, bigger and better things. There was Pan, a stallion that my wise wolf dog had known for quite some time now, since pup-hood actually. Pan had been a friend of her father's. There were the bears, the cats, the otters... all in which she had pretty much known since she was very young. Their smells were thick on the trees now, the old pack's scent dimmed to barely a hint of anything. Lilypaw did not think twice of them until now - they were here. She assumed she was the first to stumble upon them, the birds had not seen, because if they had others would have surely surrounded them by now.

Snap. Crunch.

Hakan, the red fox, was slunk in the shadows gnawing on a deer bone. Lily's small whisper-tone slipped from between those smooth black lips. "What are you doing here?" Her stare was accusing, lips lifted to show a hint of her pearly bright teeth. Hakan displayed a coy grin, answering with a confident tone of twisted sarcasm. "Came to watch the party... of course.." Lilypaw did not answer him, letting a growl roll from her chest, she slithered forward.

Her head was low, but not with submission, she was stalking. Her tail propped upward, her dark body slipping through the pine's tall shadows. She came feet from them, her head slowly sliding upward, icy blue eyes pasting over each body. Her lips curled back, teeth long and unstained, she still held the mouth of a young dog - sharp and untarnished with age. But she was not here to fight, the display simply one of warning, she knew who they were, and they did not own this place anymore. But as soon as she made it clear, she stepped forward with a confident slide. Her nose held forward, offering herself for sniffing.

She was a girl of few words, she had hardly any use for them most of the time.

Hakan watched quietly, but he was not the only one who had noticed the hustle. "I’ve already informed Chenoa." A sultry feminine voice chimed with a cool sharp tone, spilling from the beak of a regal bald eagle. Her feathers divinely set, head and neck (& tail) glowing white, wings and body dark brown. Hakan had seen her many times before; she was a friend of the Valley. Her name is Aponi, her and her similar appearing mate, Mochni, both live in the Valley.

Lily did not pay any attention to the others in the shadows, they were hardly audible. Her attention was focused on the strangers, and more importantly, the fact that they were other wolves - something she did not see often anymore.

L I L Y P A W

Pan & Chenoa

Chenoa had gotten the news already, her wings spread to ride the wind, those eel eyes searching for Pan’s ghoulish figure below. Her pattern rapid, swooping low into the trees - then shooting upward to get a more broad view of the land. Her throat pushed a loud screech, riding the ribbons of breeze until clutching a branch to perch. Her call echoed on for a few more minutes before a loud bellow interrupted her siren. A sly look washed over the white crow’s stern face.

Pan made his way towards the bird’s loud calls, his pace chaotic beneath his ghostly frame, tearing the earth beneath his violent gate. He blew passed the tree she sat in, instead of stopping; he simply slowed a little bit and awaited her to join his side. Still keeping a disorganized canter. The angelic bird flew by his side, steady as she spoke her sharp voice. "Aponi has told me of stranger wolves at the border - Lilypaw is there." A grown immediately smoothed out the stallion's throat, as he ran he caught their identities on the streams of wind; they were the old pack. His glass-eyes, hollow and black, slid to the bird giving her a 'lead the way' sort of look. Chenoa did not hesitate to respond, positioning herself gracefully above and in front of the white stallion.

Moments later they had arrived, Pan calmly brought himself to a stop beside the black and white dog. They met eyes, Pan's black gaze hidden behind his gnarled forelock - but Lilypaw received the message. Hakan and Aponi watched from the trees, not interested in getting involved. Pan stepped forward with his familiar stern look. His cold stare falling over Ankh, mechanically stiff, free of any emotion. A nod presented to the alpha. "Wolf." A hello of sorts. The pale stallion cleared his throat before once again letting his drone voice roll from his chest. "I am Pan, this here is Lilypaw and thi-" The pale bird clung to the dread-lock knots of the stallion's mane, hanging to the side of his neck. "And I am Chenoa. Hello, wolves." Chenoa was a peaceful bird - children being her softness. Her black eyes watching the pups, safe behind their parents. Pan waited for Chenoa, and then continued. "We live here." Blunt. His voice cut off and he spoke no more. He felt Lilypaw squirm beside him, she also knew who they were also.

Pan meant no war, no foul, but he would make it clear that the Valley was his now. Maybe not the best approach, but it was his approach.

Ankh & Others

Posted towards the rear of the group, in as much a proclamation of her rank as it was of her timid nature, Aminita's anxious chocolate eyes flickered from her brother to the strangers. A wolfish tail was tucked neatly between her hind legs, while her tall, rounded ears lay flat aside her head, only lifting in quick twitches when they caught nearby sounds. "I think... I think we should go back..." Even her voice was an anxious whisper, drifting so faintly as to only be heard by the canine that stood closest to her - Rue.

"Quiet, Ami." Her niece returned patiently, with a heavier, richer voice that fit her broad build and powerful structure like a glove. Wolf-like as she was, her blood ran half with pitbull genes, thanks to her mother. It was this that offered the hybrid a short, broad muzzle and her pumpkin-shaped head, softened by the coat of plush fur and wolfish ears. "Have five years of exile not taught you enough? Have faith in your brother and Owl!"

"Pan, Chenoa, Lilypaw." It was Owl's voice that spoke before her mate's, not trusting his temper to handle this situation properly. "I am Snowy Owl, and this is my mate, Ankh. Behind us-" Ivory muzzle was swept back to encompass the collection of canines young and old behind her, "Are our family, both direct and extended." Previous alpha though she was, Snowy Owl was not a vain thing, and willingly lowered her head in respect and in show of good intention, "-word has it that you have not been in the valley long, and while I don't wish to take your time... I must ask this; have you had any interactions with other animal groups around her. Or... heard anything about any of them?" Bright eyes traveled fleetingly over the blue-eyed hybrid and the snowy-plumage of the crow, then settling squarely on the forehead of the stallion. Before going through with any offer, it was vital to know just who she was dealing with, and what strings might be attached.

Perceptive as he was kindly, Nightcrawler had his yellow sights on Chenoa, noting precisely where she was looking. And more importantly, the subtle conveyance that her gaze offered - it didn't seem to encompass anything harmful or vile.

Lilypaw & Others

Lilypaw's body went stiff as Pan slid up behind her, Chenoa in toe, as usual (not that Lily didn't adore Chenoa). Lily's fur ruffled just enough to catch the cool winds blowing in from the chilly coasts, smoothing over as Chenoa interrupted his stern voice with her wind-chime song tone. Lilypaw could sense the need for peace between the groups - even Pan's face expressed a sort of inviting façade, long strands of grayish white tumbling down his hollow marble eyes. Lily tilted her head elegantly, her ears down, a bow of sorts. Her tail slid back up into it's normal curled stature, odd from the rest of her strictly wolf shaped body. Her legs long and slender, almost lanky appearing to her thin frame; not skinny, but thin. Her body molded back into form, ears perked forward towards the rest in the background... the young dog wolf was uninterested with Legion talk.

She slithered forward, brushing gently passed Snowy Owl, affectionately almost. She enjoyed the social aspect of other wolves, her kind, they understood her intimate nature and her complicated language. Or so she would assume. She came to eagerly meet noses with Ankh, she crouched, but not dramatically, or for a long period of time; a few seconds maybe. She made it a point show him she was aware of his rank, and she was not here to challenge it, slapping a dainty lick under his chin, moving quickly towards the next adult (whoever that may be). She didn't crouch, but kept her tail down, and her ears flat, her eyes wide with blue warmth - bright with curiosity, inching herself towards the source of her enthusiasm, the pups. She stayed with the current adult, she knew much better than to approach another’s children.

Hakan, Aponi, and now Mochni (Aponi’s mate), all watched — nosy, or perhaps just bored, they listened to the stallion and the wolf. What would become of all this?

pan

Pan’s mechanical features melted into a coy expression, lit with a new manner, his black eyes glinted against the she-wolf. He let her finish, her sentence meant more than she knew — she would soon know, very soon. Chenoa shifted almost excitedly, clutching against the Lipizzaner’s white tendrils alongside his thick rippled neck. "Why as a matter of fact…" Chenoa slid a girlish chuckle between his husky tones. "The Lost Valley Legion is most definitely accepting Veterans; such as yourselves." Chenoa again, interrupted the stallion’s deep voice with her own sing-song notes. "In other words, welcome — your warmly invited into the Legion,, my friends, all of you." Ah Chenoa, such a way with her sweet voice, always.

Pan shifted uneasily, but maintained his easy composure — his only discomfort was Chenoa's motherly approach to everything... you can't really emphasize "BADASS" when your warmly inviting people into your so called 'Legion'.

LEGIONS DON’T WARMLY INVITE, BITCH!

Pan loved Chenoa; in all that was capable of deeply feeling, he loved her like a mother, even if she’s crow. Made no difference, her soul guided his own and he loved it, he couldn’t live without Chenoa ( as asad as that seems). Pan’s eyes washed briefly over the horde of children and their guardians, but before he could speak, Chenoa’s chime-voice rang. "The thickets just over there," She pointed with a ruffled white wing, settling it and spoke again, "Are safe for children, I’ll see them their if you’d like." Chenoa adored children, her eyes hardly leaving them, briefly shifting to settling on Nightcrawler with a kind grin.

Ankh & Others

A grand smile, though bared in a perfect touch of diplomatic reserve and dignity, was given by Snowy Owl to mark her appreciation to the stallion’s offer. Never stalling or faltering in her talks with this leader, she spared him her full attention while brushing a friendly tail against the blue-eyed wolfdog that was making her rounds to greet them. "Your hospitality and offer are generous, Pan." Wolfish eyes slipped away from the alabaster-toned leader and fell to her mate for a brief moment of time, wordlessly seeking his joint approval before she would continue. She may be the dealer of etiquette talk and delicate situations, but he was still her equal, and big decisions like these were not to be made without the other’s consent.

Living under a horse’s command wasn’t something that Ankh thought very highly of, and if his mate hadn’t been here to monitor and gently influence his behavior, he’d likely have sent his pack to wipe the group out and feast on their remains in victory. As it was though, he relied on the cool-thinking Owl to be his better judgment, and honestly respected her values… even if he didn’t always show it. Taking Lilypaw’s actions in stride and offering a single wave of his tail, he conceded the wordless look of confirmation that his mate was seeking. And to testify to the harmony of understanding and knowing the pair held with each other, it was Ankh who now took up a reply, “We accept your offer.”

Artemisia was the next adult in line, and the eldest daughter of Ankh and Owl. Her creamy fur held a single white mark about the chest, and was accented with black on her muzzle, tail, and legs, as if the colors of her parents had been thrown into a blender and cast back at her. It was her father’s small build that she took after, and a personality all her own. Her returned greeting to Lilypaw was a friendly one, with a dog-like wave of her brushy tail.

“Thank you, Chenoa” Nightcrawler returned, waiting only until he got an approving look from the collection of parents before he dared allow the youngsters to be guided to the thicket as the crow indicated.

Pan, Lilypaw, Chenoa & Others.

Chenoa’s eyes never left sweet Nighcrawler - his piercing wolf eyes had no sharpness towards her, almost gentle appearing, Chenoa displayed a quaint smile before perching closer to him and the children. Soft inky eyes wavered over the pups, a smile stretching the edges of her pinkish beak. She awaited the parental approval before she would lead them back into the thickets, away from business talk and other such boring chit-chat.

Pan's lips creased with a rare but pleased grin, his head tilting respectfully to the two Alphas - making sure his gestures appeared to say 'we rule together, not separate'. He was no more ranked then they; them no more than him. They were the council; the brain of the Legion. They were to be widely respected. "Your very welcome my friends... " His muscled smooth, his eyes hollow and un-stern, event he graveness in his voice had subsided a bit.

Lilypaw's eyes seemed an icy blue, curly streaks appeared like sea foam on waves as she slid them from wolf to wolf. Her posture rose a bit, relaxing her back and lifting her curved tail to rest 'cutely' on her pelvis. Her pink tongue rolling from her mouth, the tip curling upward; it's the dog in her. She appeared much like a spindly Siberian husky, legs long and her body slender - but her deep black color, white mask and under-belly most certainly gave away her domestic heritage. She wore it proudly, her colors much different than any one else's.

"I must go attend to other matters, my fellow comrades - but Lilypaw will be here if you need anything, feel free to bring in newcomers and such." Chenoa gave a nod to him, as did Lilypaw, Hakan and the eagle. Pan slid off into the shadows, onward to other matters, Legion matters.

Lilypaw's voice bled out into the calm warm winds like the sea caressing it's sands. Her eyes coolly meeting with Snowy Owl's own kind gaze, then flicked over to the children - she would await their departure before breaking into Legion business.