Fenn

          The golden she-wolf trudged through the snow, her fur brushing her traveling companion's as they pushed through the thick drifts beginning to build up on the frosted grass. After what seemed like miles of walking the pair spied a rocky outcrop that marked the former site of an ancient river. The she-wolf nudged her companion and summoned her last ounce of energy to bound toward the possible shelter of the rocks. As the two got closer, the ground sloped down into a hollow sheltered from the howling wind. Immediately they felt warmer, and they took a moment to shake the snow and ice from their fur as they looked around. On one side of the hollow there was the outcropping of rocks which looked to have a couple of deep fissures carved into them, and on the other there was a steep hill dotted with various trees and bushes that lessened the ferocity of the wind even more.
          "Vellichor," the she-wolf said, her tired eyes looking around in shock at the perfect spot that they had just happened to stumble into, "I think this is it."
          Her dark companion finished his inspection of the hollow, satisfied that there were no warning scents of other inhabitants and made his way over to guide her into the smaller cave in the rock. The she-wolf snapped out of her shocked appraisal to follow him knowing that, though there was a lot of work to do now that they found a place, that night they could sleep in peace in a warm den.

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          Fenn sat atop the rock overhanging her den and watched her pack go about their business. The Redfeather pack had lived in the hollow for a few seasons now, and things were shaping up nicely. The golden she-wolf watched as her lead hunter, Celwynn snapped at the herbalist, Abutilon and chuckled to herself. She wondered how long it would be until those two decided to accept that they were perfect for each other. Then her gaze shifted over to Rime and Domhara trying to reign in a gaggle of overexcited puppies for a lesson. Her own son, Petrichor was running around in the mix, trying to keep up with the older pups which made her smile.
          Just then a dark shape came into her peripheral vision and she turned to see her scout, Vellichor approaching her perch. She nodded as he sat down and began to give a report, and they spent the rest of the afternoon making plans for the pack's seemingly bright future.

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          Fenn sat atop her usual perch on the rocky hill above her den and below some moss-laden trees. There were small flowers just beginning to poke their way through the new grass of spring, and it was time for big decisions to be made. Fenn had been leading the Redfeather pack for five years now, and she would have to decide who would take over for her when the time came. She had had a number of good seconds— first Vellichor, then Celwynn and Domhara— leave her either due to a want for something different or simple old age. She now had a good group of Strong and Wise wolves who had grown up in the pack and learned their ways well, and she wanted to choose from among them now.
          She looked first to Foulkes, who was the newest— apart from Domhara's daughter, Erinne, who had left them not long ago— member of the Strong and the new lead hunter. He had Celwynn's ferocity during the hunt, and her ability to corral and command a group of hunters. Fenn thought he could possibly make a great leader, but she wanted him focused on the hunt. She also made a note to promote his mate, Deina to the Strong as well. She had turned into a more than dependable wolf with Foulkes' firm-but-fair guidance.
          Then there was Vonnegaine. At that moment she was trying to tell the younger pups that waggling their hindquarters in the air as they stalked their prey would do them less than no good, and they were only half listening while they stalked grasshoppers and ladybugs. Fenn loved the soft spoken and occasionally icy mottled golden wolf, and she wanted to choose her just based on that, but then Vonnegaine's mate, Iaus strode into camp.
          The golden-brown and gray wolf carried himself with a confidence earned by being the one the pack came to when they had troubles. Iaus was a problem solver, a confidante, a kind soul, and that was why he would be Fenn's choice for the Redfeather pack's next leader. It would be up to the pack to make the final decision, of course, but she knew that each and every wolf in the pack would come to the same decision as she had in the end. She smiled to herself as the weight of her decision was lifted, and she watched Iaus walk around camp, beckoning him up to her perch to talk when she finally caught his eye. The golden she-wolf chuckled to herself when she thought of what his face would look like when she told him the news.

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[Starting ~ 200?]