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This is a NON-MANDATORY pack meeting related to the BWP.
This is just so that everyone in character can get an idea of what has been going on!

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Tiberii would summon Dawnbreak with a howl. Her voice would boom, rolling through the quiet valley as the sun fully ascended into the sky. It was a clear morning ... quiet ... and strangely so, considering everything that had been going on. Thankfully, the silence reminded the bull that Dawnbreak was safe. The Vale was safe — at least for now.

And it was absolutely imperative they keep it that way.

As her howl echoed, she would wait at the gathering place, resting her haunches along the cool granite. Her mind was buzzing, racing with the thousands of thoughts that lingered there as she tried to organize them into something that made actual sense. Nothing made sense — and she couldn't blame anyone for not believing her. But all she could do was tell them all what she, Solulfur, and Shiloh had seen and let them make their own judgments.

All she could do was impress on them the danger that she'd seen.

When all who would come had gathered, she ran her calcite gaze over the crowd, flicking her ears forward before standing up to address her family. Oi, she started roughly, flicking her tail. I have some strange news ta share with all of ya. Some of ya may already have noticed things bein' different ... Her gaze would flicker, coursing over the group with silent inquiry. Had any of them noticed? She remembered Euphemia's disbelief, but she would press onward with her speech.

But there's been somethin' dangerous happenin' ta tha lands of Mythris. A curse of some kind ... an' there's been some strange, powerful dreams, too. Talk of tha land bein' at risk. All of our lives bein' at risk. She recalled the dreams she'd had — the dreams she'd shared, word-for-word, with the others. She recalled the intensity of the warning.

Don't worry, tha Vale is safe. She'd assure quickly, before adding: Tha lands further North are cursed with toxic air an' purple snow, it felt stranger the more she said it out loud. It felt more and more outlandish. But she persisted. I'm not sure how far it might spread, or how fast, or if it's happenin' anywhere else. She could only hope that the curse was contained ... but her breadth of knowledge at this time was very limited.

So far, all we know is that there are 'runes' ta find that'll 'cure' tha land. These relics are said ta help reverse this plague. She would slow, reaching the end of her knowledge and hoping, perhaps, that someone else knew more. Ya, I already know it sounds crazy, she would add, flicking her ears forward. Especially because she had no idea exactly what they were or how they worked.

But I want everyone ta stay safe. She recalled Hexx and Golde and their newborn children. Stay away from the cursed lands. An' if ya see anythin', magic rock or otherwise, share it with all of us so we can piece this all together ... together. A pause. If anythin' changes, 'course we'll figure it out. But fer now, we're stayin' here and gatherin' as much information as we can. And once they did ... perhaps they could figure out what to do next.

Tiberii would roll her tongue over her lips, swallowing an invisible anxiety. She didn't want to incite panic or distress or ... insanity ... but she was a simple woman with simple words. And this was as well as she could do to describe it.

Maybe visitin' our allies would give us somethin' else ta chew on ... The thought rumbled from her lips as she turned her gaze toward the other two Pillars of the Triumvirate. If anyone has anythin' ta ask, share, what have ya ... feel free ta speak up. She'd turn the floor over the Dawnbreak.

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A call from one of the main pillars would not go unheeded, even if they didn't consist of two of her sisters and her soon-to-be husband. But because they did, worry struck through her. There had been an uneven air that crept through the outskirts of the Vale. Of course, Dal never went far beyond the borders, very rarely even gracing the outside of them. The summer months were really the only time she did step outside, to see the different colored flowers in the Blushed Meadows and collect herbs that didn't grow in the harsh cold the Vale fostered.

After winding the trail to the gathering place, she could see Tiberii's imposing figure — one that could have easily been mistaken for her father if she were more stocky. Though she is an echo of him, the muscle that ripples underneath her fur and barreling height. She graced her sister with a smooth slip across her side before finding a seat in front of her, worried eyes set upon her sister's hardened face. It'll be okay, Tibbi. Her voice among the quiet quells of the beginning of paws joining them.

Silence overtook Dal once Tiberii started reporting on the outside state of Mythris. Dal, thanks to her beloved, had heard rumblings of what was happening among the borders, but not in full detail, just that they were safe here, which was all she needed to know for the time being. Thankfully, there was confirmation that the Vale was still safeguarded from the oncoming curse. But the words, toxic air and purple smoke made Dal's fur prickle with fear, tugging the elk pelt she wore so frequently tighter over her shoulders, searching for comfort as anxiety crept in.

Runes? Tiberii went on to mention it sounded crazy, but not to Dal. She didn't know why, but a feeling of relief washed through her for a few moments before the imposing thoughts returned. Nonetheless, hope sparkled within her periwinkle eyes.

Dal nodded along til the end, where the mention of their allies, maybe knowing something scratched at the wound she was so worried would reopen — the knowing that they would have to leave to help fix this. Knowing that N​ó​ttin would have to go farther than she'd like as well. They all would.

It was to be expected of course. He had been awaiting the time when one of the other Pillars would sound for the rest of the pack. It was time to tell them all the news of the plague. N​ó​ttin came swiftly and silently, running through the territory like his life depended on it. Only when he saw the figures of the others, did he slow down to walk among them.

He regained his calm composure, making sure that he was leading by example and keeping the peace. They all had to know that they were in good hands. That he along with the other Pillars would keep them safe. The Glacier took his place beside his soulmate, leaning affectionately and gently against her so that she knew that she could depend on him. They would get through this together, just like everything else that had happened to them. Together, their pack would survive.

Tiberii went on to explain the side effects of the plague, and he felt a tingle of fear and horror creep up his spine. But he had to keep it together. They were depending on him. There was talk of the runes, the artifacts that were needed in order to end this whole thing. Where on earth to start looking? Only the gods knew. Dark ears perked up at the mentioning of seeking out their allies. That was his part to play, but only if Dalmatia was going to be okay with it. N​ó​ttin looked to her for a moment, his eyes seeking her own for approval before speaking.

I have a plan, don't worry. The Pillar of Courage then looked back to Tiberii, a plan in his mind. I volunteer for the task of seeking out the wolves of Northfall, and if they haven't sent anyone up here yet, to Elysium next. I have a friend in Northfall that might know something about these runes. At least I hope so. But only if it is okay with Dalmatia, and if she so chooses, to come with me in my endeavors. He wanted her to be close to him, always. He just couldn't survive without her.