A week had passed since Chiara and Magnus had been graced the silence and solitude of having their brood exit from the home den. Now their days that were once filled with babysitting, nagging and tussling were spent hunting, training and watching from a distance as their children grew and lived their lives. The first pain of seeing them grow up were soon replaced with pride as they grew independent and started to emerge as the wolves they would become as they grew up. Each had their own story to tell and Chiara loved each of them equally and as a whole. Magnus reacted to the pups a bit differently than Chiara, but she knew that behind his sternness and critiquing he meant well too. The males of the brood didn't grey her pelt as much as her two daughters did. Piper was constantly testing the boundaries of the world and seemed to want to question even gravity itself if she wanted. Most of the time Chiara would roll her eyes at the antics of her daughter as she ate poison ivy simply because Manus told her not to. Twice Chiara had to warn her of the dangers of porcupine quills and had the youngster promise not to mess with them only because she had already done that in her younger years. The scars of her muzzle was enough to cool down the temptation in Piper, but still she found enough trouble to get into most days. Willow, on the other hand, was trouble in her own sorts for the pair. Her gentle nature and shy demeanor made Chiara coddle her much to Magnus's annoyance. He was constantly badgering the poor thing which usually resulted in him and Chiara arguing. The small white pup wanted to become a caretaker, which wasn't the worst thing in the world according to Chiara. Magnus, however, heemed and hawed about the choice most days and tried everything he could to shape up the kind and shy fae. Sighing a bit at the thought Chiara pushed on, soon entered the outer edge of the territory.

It had been some time since the Guardian had answered the call of a loner. Itching to stretch her legs that morning, when the soft song of a fae at the boundary hit her ears she jumped at the chance to meet her. With her tail high and her muscles flexed she trotted forward, clearing ground quickly despite her short frame. Being short didn't deter her from making a big statement to new comers, if anything she used her small size as an advantage to seeing how new wolves reacted with respect. It was easy to submit to a large and hulking male at a border, no harm in it. Now a tiny, lithe fae on the other hand showed true respect to submit to, and any wolf who automatically submitted to her, especially a male showed one of great promise. For a wolf to submit without question to her size showed they would be beneficially to Teren and not question him, the pack needed wolves like that, loyal and true. That wasn't to say that she wanted a pack full of mindless drones, but instead she'd rather they be respectful than question every thing like her daughter. Chiara soon neared the new fae, letting her form be seen in the morning sun. Shadows danced over her frame, casting her golden eyes in a eery haze. "Who are you fae?" Her vice rang out. Its tone held the question, but also seemed demanding in a small sense as if the small fae ordered the new fae to reveal herself without question.

(ooc: Sorry it's not good and for the long wait)

The sound of multiple dry blades rustling into each other as the wind blew by and through the air was enough to grab the fae's attention, distracting her from the slight boredom that hung over her head. Muzzle turned up at an angle, exposing her nape to the brown bark of the trees, Braelyn's eyes glanced over the flora to pass whatever time came with it. The green was highlighted in honey from the sun, the shadow's darkened even more to make the forest seem like something from a haunted dream, taunting one to come closer or even to come inside and see what would await. Which was what would happen once the one she had caught came to the forest line where the fae sat currently. Never in the months or even in her entire live would Braelyn have thought she would attempt to join a pack, the whole idea of pack life was always the one thing she despised: Following orders, being expected to risk your own breathing soul so someone else could still keep theirs, submitting underneath the higher ranks like some weak puppet. It never caught her interest yet here she was, about to give up her freedom that was unlimited as a rogue to work underneath another while they laid on a rock pedastal doing nothing."How pleasing.." Braelyn remarked, actually thinking her actions through.

The idea to just stand to her peds and walk off crossed the fae's mind but then what would she look like? A coward, the bronze female growled, answering the questions she had given to herself in thought. If she was going to do this, then she would stick to it but for how long was the question. Furry, dirt-like ears twitching to a unrecognizable audio, Braelyn pointed her muzzle back into its original place, green orbs now facing ahead of her into the forest instead of up and are the tree tops. Lids curling to narrow, out of instinct her mind wandered to control the faes actions, black lips about to peel upwards as a soft growl rumbled from her throat... but then stopped. It would have continued if the mysterious presence she felt nearby hadn't shown itself. A fae, like herself appeared, a midnight hue that was darker with the suns heated rays beating on the both of them. "Braelyn" she voiced after the stranger questioned her calling. Eyes trailing over the strangers appearance, the bronze maiden just watched, scanning her over to compare while looking for sudden and quick movements to see if this faes demeanor was aggressive or questionably friendly.

Haunches placed into a relaxed position onto the green blades below her, Braelyn just sat, making no intention to do anything other than what she was already doing. "So, is this the part where I grovel to my knees pathetically upon you?" She sneered, not really to mock the fae but to show her dislike and disapproval for those who do. What good did submitting do? All it showed was a wolf's weakness for courage and the lack of it. Laying onto the floor was no more than resting in a den only next to curl up for the darkness to take over; In the maidens eyes it didn't show respect, it was anything but that. Silence. That was in the air now and the female loved every minute of it but knew it would soon end for she had heard pack wolves never knew when to shut their so called mouth long enough to savor what beauty silence brought.

As she saw more of the new wolf and heard what she had to say the more mad Chiara grew. Drawing her lips back in a snarl a low growl escaped her throat. Puffing out her fur in an old habit her hackles raised, standing in a stiff fin across her back. "You would do well to submit wolf. Respect is something vital to this pack. I outrank you ten times over as I am the Guardian of the Alpha. I expect you to show me respect not of cowardis, but out of respect. If you can't do that to an understanding wolf as myself I'll turn you over to wolf who isn't as understanding." She growled. True the fae wouldn't know her rank, but she should at least show more respect to an pack wolf when she wanted to be greeted. Now Chiara wanted her to cower before her, expose her belly and tuck her tail in. Let not fear but intelligence make the fae submit to the black Guardian.

"I am called Chiara and I am the Guardian, lest your clouded thinking didn't let you hear me the first time. If for some small chance I allow you in what good would you be to us, to me?" She asked, wondering if Omega would suite her for her lack of knowledge or refusal to show respect. Other than that she could take her on as a trainee in addition to her son Aspen. She would be much harder on the fae and wondered if she'd rather be killed than train by her.

Chiara smirked, her black lip curling somewhat over her teeth. The attitude filled fae would fit in well with the pack she thought she she watched her slide to the ground. Seeing the wheels turn in her mind she had the notion that Braelyn wanted equal respect. Such was a interesting notion of what respect was and was not. How was being weak before another who was strong respectful? Or hw was listening outright to a complete stranger showing respect when you didn't know if she was truthful? Such questions still boggled Chiara for her first signs of respect steamed from fear. Now she knew te true meaning of respect for her few superiors, but still dowled out some towards those who earned it. Braelyn showed no fear, only annoyance at rolling belly up to her. As she should for who was she to say if Chiara was being truthful of her rank? "Get up." She barked, sick of her act and knowing there was little truth behind it. "Given time in the pack I expect you to learn the true meaning of respect towards myself and others higher than you. I understand your situation now as I myself was once in your position. For this I will let it go for now."


Chiara sat, curling her tail around her feet. "You seem well rounded for a loner and by the look of it, can fend for yourself. Your fighting skills I'd like to see in action, but for the time being I see you excelling as a hunter. You will proide for the pack and learn it's territory. Given time seek out my mate if you'd like extra training for he was once the lead hunter. If you want to sharpen your sparring skills I'd be glad to assist you. Now come and follow me back Hunter Braelyn." She said, satisfied with her pledge and her words.

ooc-You may change your name to Hunter Braelyn and join the rank Erenyx to make your name red. Please also post in the new thread for Erenyx fae's if you'd like