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Oh lord that's shocking
I'm sorry I haven't been on for a while, guys- I'm currently in study leave so I'm devoting most of my time to revision. As for the post, I'm not sure if I should post quickly, or wait on the other guys to post? Up to yall.
The trees were still green and full of life, looking the same, like the disaster up the mountain had never happened. There were squirrels up in the branches, and birds clogging up his ears with their whistles. Jalil saw a rabbit dart out from the undergrowth, but he wasn't feeling hungry. His appetite had fled him as soon as the boulders fell.
More than anything, he wished to find the wolf that had howled. The sound seemed to come from the Eirir Hills, which he assumed meant that the Eirir had encountered trouble as well. It could be a lone wolf: they were usually found in the Eirir territory, seeing as the Rretili had little patience for the exiled creatures, and few wolves dared to climb the dangerous scree alone.
He turned to Kaaili. 'I would howl, to see if that wolf would answer, but that would alert any other wolves in the area...and we can't survive an attack with just us, right?' He hoped Kaaili would give him some guidance- he was by no means a leader, and wasn't quite sure of what to do.
Shall I post...? Or are we waiting on someone else?
Jalil heard the howl, as faint as it was. He turned to Rudder, aware that the pup wasn't to know about the disaster. Jal decided to just come out with it- the faster he told Rudder, (hopefully) the faster the news would heal.
'Up at the den...' He began, carefully. 'Up at the den, there was a great shower of rocks. Sometimes in the old times the mountains used to become angry, and when they were angry they would spit out their teeth at the world below.' The words flowed easier, as the old tales of his mother and grandmother seemed to come unbidden out of his mouth. 'One of these rocks landed on our den, and..it killed everyone inside. We are the only Uutar left..me, you, and our packmate Kaaili.'
'Now we must go behind the treeline, to hunt and, to find out who that howl belongs to.' He looked at Kaaili, hoping he had explained well enough.
ohh shit I'm so sorry guys I've been active but I didn't feel like I had anything to post, whoooopssss hehe
I will do so now sorry!!
Oh this sounds cool I would definitely be up for this
So can we post in the char section or..?
Jal had never been more glad to see a pup in his life. He had heard the little rocks tumbling, and for a horrible second he thought the mountain had awakened again. He had whipped his head round, ready to run, when he saw a little bundle of tan fur looking at Kaaili and himself sheepishly.
'Rudder!' He yelped, euphoric. Jalil bounded over to the cub, snuffling and licking him all over in happiness. 'Are you well? Are you hurt? Where were you? Where you in the den?' He prodded Rudder with his nose, not smelling any blood on him, rejoicing in the fact that not all of the Uutar clan were dead. He turned to Kaaili and said, 'Look, Kaaili! Come! Rudder is still alive!'
This still alive?
Jal's eyes opened wide in horror, the news crashing over him as hard as the boulders from before.
'How can we be the only survivors? There were no hunting parties away?' Her eyes told him the answer faster than words could. Alone. The Uutar Pack was gone. He closed his eyes, wishing he could go back to this morning when everything was alright.

Having composed himself, he inspected Kaaili himself, checking if she was injured in any way. Her tail was a little flattened at the tip, but otherwise she looked relatively unharmed. Once he did this, he looked up at his packmate. Suddenly all 1 and a half years of his life didn't seem so old to him, he didn't seem so big and strong. He was just an oversized pup, who no longer had a mother.
'What do we do now?' He asked, defeated.
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