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It had been a while since the passing of Karron and the Chogan pack had lost the Councillor of the alpha. Gariza had become distraught with the passing of her beloved friend. Sloan had noticed the change in mood and it had forced him to be gentle with her and not push into touchy subjects. But now she was looking for two more Councillors, the only wolves able to qualify were those with the rank of Delta. He had that rank and he would push himself to his limit just to get that rank. He didn't want to seem cocky but he was confident in himself and determined. He felt bad for Gariza and wanted to be there for her in these rough times. Sloan was in his thought when he heard a noise just outside of the main densite area, so he curiously went to it. He approached cautiously but calmly, he did not want to be surprised by a foe or frighten a friend. He slipped through the bushes but on the other side what he expected to be a wolf was instead nothing. Huh.. Odd. Sloan thought to himself but shook it off and turned to leave. As soon as he did a black feather landed on his nose and he looked up to a tree branch above his head. Upon the branch, perched, was a raven. It's beady eyes staring into the brown wolf's dark red ones. Relaxed, Sloan just continued to watch it, even as it took off and flew to another branch. When it landed it looked back at him as if it was expecting him to follow. So he did. Turning around the large wolf walked towards the black feathered bird but as soon as he got close the raven moved to the next branch and it continued until the raven has Sloan sprinting after it to catch up.

Sloan breathed heavily through his mouth, sending clouds of his breath into the air. He glanced up at the sky to watch the direction of where the raven was flying to but looking down to make sure he didn't crash or trip. His formerly wounded shoulder was quick to hurt again. The large scar of the teeth of the furless’ powerful traps that lay hidden beneath the cover of snow forever visible upon the brown wolf's shoulder. He ignored the pain and pushed on, his heart beating quick, he was running out of stamina. Eventually he gave in and slowed his pace, watching the raven continue to fly off. The blank expression of the canine turning to one of concern. What if the raven was leading him to something important? He frowned just at the thought of something bad happening to Chogan because he gave up. He was not going to let that happen. Sloan bared his teeth and growled but only for a brief second before he took off running after the raven again. He recognized the area that he was running into as the old Chogan territory. He started to slow and look around as he was lead to a swamp. He stood at the edge, his gaze moved back to the beautiful black bird that sat upon a branch in a nearby tree.

He would have continued to watch the bird for anymore hints on what to do if a sudden gleam didn’t hit him in the eyes, diverting his attention back to the deep waters of the swamp. Something lay down at the bottom. He was curious to what it was. His dark hued gaze slowly swept back to the raven, which seemed to be turning its head to him then to the water were the shiny object was and back to him again. He understood the message, whatever it was at the bottom of the swamp, Sloan had to retrieve it. What could that shiny object be from? Sloan questioned himself looking up at the raven then down at the water. The raven’s eyes were gleaming as if saying ‘What are you waiting for?’ Sloan returned his gaze on to the murky swamp and watched the shiny object gleam at the depths of the body of water. He let out a sigh rolling his left shoulder to try to get rid of the pain. Protecting a small pup from a bear trap presented a big scar that adorned his shoulder. He looked up at the bright morning sky one last time, then jumped. Sloan let out a quiet growl of pain before diving under the pitch black water. He focused only on the meager light from the unknown object and pushed his muscular body further down to the swamp floor. Snatching the cold hard object in his teeth Sloan pushed off the ground towards the surface. When on firm ground once again he dropped the object and coughed out some of the dirty swamp water. Once he finished trying not to drown on land, he gaze down upon the object that the raven had wanted him to retrieve so badly. This object caused him to frown, through the thick scent of swamp water he could take in the memorable scent of the furless. Recognizing the scent Sloan took a step back, baring his teeth in displeasure at the memories the scent of the furless carry.

He hated the furless, the havoc that they have wreaked on the Chogan pack before they moved into the Holy Lands. Maybe just maybe the item can help them figure out more about these furless creatures. There was no way that the raven would have told him to throw himself into the freezing swamp unless there was something important that he needed to retrieve and he trusted the raven. The Delta returned his gaze to where the raven had been perched during his dive, but it had left. Slowly Sloan looked back to the object, gingerly picking it up in his sharp teeth. He spotted a shadow of something overhead, causing him to look up. Sloan bowed his head, the raven swooped down towards him. As he was bowed, he felt something against him as the raven flew off again and into the distance. Raising his head again Sloan looked to investigate what had brushed against him and what he saw made him feel proud. In his fur was a feather, neatly and safely tucked there. He gently rest the object in his jaws back down into the snow, watching as the raven disappeared.

“Travel home safely…” Sloan whispered to the feathered creature before he picked up the object once again and set off on his trek home.

Description
It had been a while since the passing of Karron and the Chogan pack had lost the Councillor of the alpha. Gariza had become distraught with the passing of her beloved friend. Sloan had noticed the change in mood and it had forced him to be gentle with her and not push into touchy subjects. But now she was looking for two more Councillors, the only wolves able to qualify were those with the rank of Delta. He had that rank and he would push himself to his limit just to get that rank. He didn't want to seem cocky but he was confident in himself and determined. He felt bad for Gariza and wanted to be there for her in these rough times. Sloan was in his thought when he heard a noise just outside of the main densite area, so he curiously went to it. He approached cautiously but calmly, he did not want to be surprised by a foe or frighten a friend. He slipped through the bushes but on the other side what he expected to be a wolf was instead nothing. Huh.. Odd. Sloan thought to himself but shook it off and turned to leave. As soon as he did a black feather landed on his nose and he looked up to a tree branch above his head. Upon the branch, perched, was a raven. It's beady eyes staring into the brown wolf's dark red ones. Relaxed, Sloan just continued to watch it, even as it took off and flew to another branch. When it landed it looked back at him as if it was expecting him to follow. So he did. Turning around the large wolf walked towards the black feathered bird but as soon as he got close the raven moved to the next branch and it continued until the raven has Sloan sprinting after it to catch up.

Sloan breathed heavily through his mouth, sending clouds of his breath into the air. He glanced up at the sky to watch the direction of where the raven was flying to but looking down to make sure he didn't crash or trip. His formerly wounded shoulder was quick to hurt again. The large scar of the teeth of the furless’ powerful traps that lay hidden beneath the cover of snow forever visible upon the brown wolf's shoulder. He ignored the pain and pushed on, his heart beating quick, he was running out of stamina. Eventually he gave in and slowed his pace, watching the raven continue to fly off. The blank expression of the canine turning to one of concern. What if the raven was leading him to something important? He frowned just at the thought of something bad happening to Chogan because he gave up. He was not going to let that happen. Sloan bared his teeth and growled but only for a brief second before he took off running after the raven again. He recognized the area that he was running into as the old Chogan territory. He started to slow and look around as he was lead to a swamp. He stood at the edge, his gaze moved back to the beautiful black bird that sat upon a branch in a nearby tree.

He would have continued to watch the bird for anymore hints on what to do if a sudden gleam didn’t hit him in the eyes, diverting his attention back to the deep waters of the swamp. Something lay down at the bottom. He was curious to what it was. His dark hued gaze slowly swept back to the raven, which seemed to be turning its head to him then to the water were the shiny object was and back to him again. He understood the message, whatever it was at the bottom of the swamp, Sloan had to retrieve it. What could that shiny object be from? Sloan questioned himself looking up at the raven then down at the water. The raven’s eyes were gleaming as if saying ‘What are you waiting for?’ Sloan returned his gaze on to the murky swamp and watched the shiny object gleam at the depths of the body of water. He let out a sigh rolling his left shoulder to try to get rid of the pain. Protecting a small pup from a bear trap presented a big scar that adorned his shoulder. He looked up at the bright morning sky one last time, then jumped. Sloan let out a quiet growl of pain before diving under the pitch black water. He focused only on the meager light from the unknown object and pushed his muscular body further down to the swamp floor. Snatching the cold hard object in his teeth Sloan pushed off the ground towards the surface. When on firm ground once again he dropped the object and coughed out some of the dirty swamp water. Once he finished trying not to drown on land, he gaze down upon the object that the raven had wanted him to retrieve so badly. This object caused him to frown, through the thick scent of swamp water he could take in the memorable scent of the furless. Recognizing the scent Sloan took a step back, baring his teeth in displeasure at the memories the scent of the furless carry.

He hated the furless, the havoc that they have wreaked on the Chogan pack before they moved into the Holy Lands. Maybe just maybe the item can help them figure out more about these furless creatures. There was no way that the raven would have told him to throw himself into the freezing swamp unless there was something important that he needed to retrieve and he trusted the raven. The Delta returned his gaze to where the raven had been perched during his dive, but it had left. Slowly Sloan looked back to the object, gingerly picking it up in his sharp teeth. He spotted a shadow of something overhead, causing him to look up. Sloan bowed his head, the raven swooped down towards him. As he was bowed, he felt something against him as the raven flew off again and into the distance. Raising his head again Sloan looked to investigate what had brushed against him and what he saw made him feel proud. In his fur was a feather, neatly and safely tucked there. He gently rest the object in his jaws back down into the snow, watching as the raven disappeared.

“Travel home safely…” Sloan whispered to the feathered creature before he picked up the object once again and set off on his trek home.