The eastern sky was alight with color as the sun crossed the horizon, crawling slowly into the morning firmament.  The darkness was replaced with brilliant shades of gold, crimson, and fuchsia.    Early morning had always been a favorite time for Echo.  The stillness brought serenity, and that day, she had risen with the sun to explore the territory while the others were still resting.  She moved on silent paws through the den area, careful not to disturb anyone.  Others did not appreciate a good sunrise the way Echo did.  Fall was definitely upon them.  Deep auburn leaves decorated some of the trees, a sure sign of the changing seasons.  The strong breeze rippled through the treetops, distributing a carpet of red and gold hues along the forest floor beneath her paws.

A cold wind from the south ruffled the snowy white pelt of the femme, bringing along the unfamiliar scents of the lands and the pack who lived there.  The breeze sent a shiver down her spine as Echo sauntered down a worn path leading further into the lands claimed by the Helidos pack.  Her gait was leisurely, lacking any semblance of nervousness, and her tail was held at a level befitting her place in the pack, though no others seemed to be nearby.  Echo knew that she was safe here, deep in the heart of the territory guarded and protected by her newly adopted pack.  She felt comfortable in her surroundings already, though she was less familiar with her newfound pack mates.

Reaching the edge of the clearing, Echo found a grassy clearing, and she stopped to admire the beautiful scene before her gentle golden eyes.  The meadow was aglow, bathed in spectacular morning light.  ”Wow.”  Amor Glade was breathtaking, and the she-wolf was immediately taken by the place she had happened upon.  She imaged how it would look after the snows and the long nights of winter, when all the flowers bloomed and the lands came alive once more.  Difficult times were ahead, but she had a pack now.  The future was considerably less terrifying when one was not alone in the world.  Soon, she hoped, her pack members would have pups, and she would little ones to watch over.

With no one else in sight, Echo allowed herself a moment of childish jubilance, throwing herself full-force into the verdant glade.  Her paws moved swiftly beneath her as she raced into the grass, a broad smile spread across her pale muzzle as she ran heedlessly into the clearing.

[Bump... I'm open to literally any type of storyline. Kidnap her, claim her, abuse her... I'm down for anything!]

Fenris had taken to exploring his new home. He'd heard one speak of the place he headed to, named Amor glade. It was supposed to be an area of unmatched beauty, and he was eager, for in his many travels he had seen several places that held a majesty about them. His favorite, to this day, was a mountain range he passed in the north. Her ragged edges and fresh valleys were unlike any he'd ever seen.

A whiff of flowers hit his nostrils, and following the scent up the hill, it seemed he had found what he was looking for. His gaze set upon a glorious meadow. Dainty wildflowers danced in the waves of wind, while being bathed in the sun's golden rays. He took a step back, for it did not seem real.

Fenris took a tentative step into the field, making his way slowly down a smooth hill and deeper into the flowered flats. He was at first going to just lay down and take in the warmth and tranquil area. But something else caught his eye. A wolf was roughly 50 yards away from him, frolicking in the meadow like a pup. He chuckled, and ran to join her. He had to sprint, and allowed his tongue to roll out of his jowls. He was close to her now, and called out in greeting,
"Hello there!"
He barked in a clear, gentle voice.  His figure was cheerful, and he too, like the female was itching to play. Tiring out, he ended his sprint by rolling to the ground, and flopping on to his back. The tall grass flattened around him, and jubilantly, he turned to the female to see if she'd respond.

Ryland had been dreaming, a dream that often visited her. A dream of her mysteriously disappeared brother, Griffon. As usual, he was doing his best to annoy her, but she enjoyed it, enjoyed having her brother back, even if it was only a dream. She wished it could have lasted longer, but she was inevitably woekn by the soft sound of pawsteps, trying to quietly escape. Her ears pushed foreword, and she cracked an eye open, blinking her tired emerald orbs. They focused just in time to see a flash of white leave the cave. She listened, waiting until the caretaker was far enough that it wouldn't hear the awoken apprentice, before raising herself on dainty paws and slim legs, with a big, silent yawn. She stretched, stretching, then contracting her muscles, before silently slipping out of the cave, nose twitching. She had silently tracked the fae's scent, out of the clearing, into Helidos territories, and into the fields of amor glade. She now stopped, watching a male caretaker, who was watching the female caretaker. She kept silent, awaiting to acknowledgment of both wolves, tail slowly beginning to wag in greeting.