M01 || Ciarán á Sláine

Founding pair, male

"The one who wears the golden band of Aengus is promised to win at war," Slaine's rough voice pressed into his son's ear as he held his muzzle close. The young Ciaran looked up, his father looming over him. They shared the same grizzled gray fur, but Slaine's eyes were the color of ice. "It is time for you to train."

Ciaran padded along a rocky lakefront, occasionally stopping to glance at the calm ridge of pines on his left. In there was his new home and his young family. The two princes of Clann Bron were his greatest pride. Two sons to carry on his name, ones he would not have to sacrifice for a claim he did not believe in.

On the far side of the lake were the low howls of Siase and Beag Arier, calling to the pack to come eat. Their numbers were growing, and now new lines were sprouting up in the clan. The clan was even blessed with a seer, young Tir, who could promise to help the families find safe passage through winter and lean times. Ciaran started off towards the howls, anxious to see the rest of his pack. In the shadows beside him dropped his beautiful mate, her graceful lope matching his stride.

"Come, my love," Tirg a Fearghil crooned beside him.