Gathering Circle
Lantern Waste
Northwestern Narnia

A wolf with grizzled coat and emerald eyes (Glyn) flashes a wry grin at Caileana. “Well and plainly put.” Aliyah’s words trouble him, though. “If there are troubling rumours, then I for one think we should chase them down. Anyone who would seize control and undermine the established order might think they have the good of Narnia at heart, but they could do untold damage on the way.”

Pheeobe nods again. “Glyn is right. We must do everything we can to keep the peace. We must put the good of all at the center.”

Caileana chimes in, “Does the Council even have any candidates to rule in mind? Of tradition, Narnia has been governed by Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve, but there are few enough of those, and even fewer that could be said to be more Narnian than Archenlander.”

Crenna looks slightly startled at Remulus though she addresses the group, “I think we are not giving enough credit to our fellow Narnians. After all, we are not savages. Peace has not been lost, there is just fear of the unknown.”

Glyn blinks at Caileana’s suggestion of Archenland, but does not immediately dismiss it.

Aliyah stops circling her paw as Remulus speaks… or sings. She gives him a concerned look. Still eyeing him, she addresses Glyn. “I agree and would be willing to help squash such rumors if I can in any way. Of those of us here though… Crenna? Any idea if the council has anyone in mind?”

Crenna flicks an ear, “I have not heard anything though I am not part of the council.”

Lanisen follows the path north from the Pool, but slows at the sound of voices. He steps out from between the trees and pauses curiously, his forehead furrowing slightly at the sight of the assembled wolves.

Aliyah nods. “I know. I just thought those pesky birds might have heard something and started trying to tell the world… Like they did when I thought you died? Why did I listen to them again?”

Caileana gives Crenna a doubtful look at her more optimistic statement.

Glyn’s lips draw tight, businesslike. “Well, if we are agreed on that, let us all agree at least to be vigilant. And also to share information so that we might move together and wisely: Winterden, Ulfden, and the Northern Guard.”

Caileana says, “Perhaps that could be something we agree on. We need more information, since the messengers too have fallen into disarray. Perhaps we should send an envoy from the Wolves to the Council to see who they propose to crown and what their suggestions are.”

Remulus says, “Birds can spread news. Past the borders. Nest in the ears of giants.”

Aliyah lets out a low growl, shuddering at the thought Remulus has now put in her head. Her ears flatten. She tries to shake it off, albeit unsuccessfully for the moment.

Glyn frowns at Remulus. “They are Narnians. What makes you think they would?”

Remulus shakes himself, looking at Glyn, eyes slightly more focused. “What?”

Crenna nudges Aliyah, giving her an encouraging nod.

Pheeobe frowns at Remulus for a long moment before turning her attention to Caileana

Glyn tilts his head at Remulus. He says evenly, “The fantasy you just mused upon would be treason. I respect that you bring the concern to our attention, but be careful with your words. Words like that can burn what they touch.”

Lanisen’s eyes dart from speaker to speaker with some comprehension and then quickly avert. He looks past the gathering, where the easiest path into the Waste disappears into the trees to the east, and shifts uncertainly.

Movement catches Crenna’s eyes and she sees Lanisen. She tries to catch his eye.

Caileana frowns faintly at Glyn and flicks her eyes at Remulus in a meaningful ‘go easy’ manner.

Remulus frowns. “Yes. But not all Birds have always been on one side. I remember.”

Aliyah grows tense. Her gaze flicks from one wolf to the next. it briefly lands on Lanisen as well.

Glyn also turns as more gazes turn toward the newcomer. His ears lift in surprise. “Good evening, Son of Adam,” he calls out in a clear, carrying voice.

Remulus shifts uncomfortably. “I only mean…” he trails off.

Pheeobe follows Glyn’s gaze and grins widely when she spots the Son of Adam.

Caileana says firmly, “None of us are so far removed from less peaceful times that we cannot remember what’s at stake. Vigilance serves us well.”

Glyn glances between Remulus and Caileana, pausing before nodding. “Quite so. Apologies if I mistook your remarks, Hunter. Put that way, I quite agree.”

Remulus starts again. “I mean the secret won’t keep forever, whatever we do.”

Lanisen ducks his head apologetically and offers a sheepish smile to those he knows. He gestures toward the east path in explanation for his presence and begins that way.

Aliyah watches the interaction among the Ulfden members with interest. “He might have a valid point…” She speaks almost inaudibly.

Caileana inclines her head to Remulus in agreement. “The more reason to seek out knowledge, and perhaps hasten along the talking heads in Cair Paravel.”

Glyn says, “Agreed, Remulus. Let us hope the council moves wisely and swiftly, and be on our guard in the meantime.” He looks over at Pheeobe, curious at her friendly behaviour toward the Son of Adam. “You know him?”

Crenna frowns slightly at Caileana, distracted by her words, “I am sure the council is doing all they can do to make a good decision.”

Aliyah eyes Crenna, not fully convinced.

Aliyah mumbles “… the … optimistic … It really … taken too … … … now.”, to Aliyah.

Remulus growls softly in Aliyah’s direction. “Speak up.”

Lanisen skirts the gathered wolves on his way through, careful not to look directly at anybody for too long or to appear too interested in what they are saying.

Pheeobe listens to the group and then only quickly says back to Glyn. “No. Just being friendly.” She shrugs and then nods to Caileana. “We should send a representative.”

Caileana glances at Lanisen for a moment as he walks by their gathering. “Be that as it may,” she tells Crenna, refocusing her attention, “it would not harm them to have our representative among them. Further, why should the Wolves not have a say in a decision of this magnitude? We contribute much to the guarding of the borders and the protection of the land.”

“At the very least,” chimes in Glyn, “we may be of some help to the council in their deliberations.”

Glyn smiles at Pheeobe. “Ah, of course.” Then, perhaps feeling chastened, he raises his voice, “Come closer, Son of Adam, this is not a secret council. You may listen, and speak too, if you wish.”

Aliyah says, “I agree with Glyn and Caileana. It seems it is taking too much time… To me at least. They do need a good fighter on the council… Someone who knows these borders well. I think it is also prudent to be more realistic opposed to having eternal optimism to err on the side of caution.”

Pheeobe looks at Glyn with a small grin and then watches the Son of Adam, waiting for him to make a decision.

Lanisen hesitates on being addressed, turning toward the grizzled wolf. “I was just passin’ through,” he says, ducking his head again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were– I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Caileana makes a vaguely disagreeing face at Glyn’s statement about secret councils, but she does call out kindly enough, “We are hardly in a private spot, after all.”

Crenna raises her eyebrow at Aliyah, “I would prefer the council to take all the time they need to make a good decision and I do agree with a representative though I think we need a mix of strength and wisdom.”

Glyn replies firmly, “It is no interruption, I assure you. The Gathering Circle is a place for all. If our council were private, we should have moved it elsewhere.” He flicks a glance at Caileana. “But I don’t believe I know you, sir. What is your name? I am Glyn, a wolf of Ulfden and a member of the Northern Guard.” He inclines his head politely.

Lanisen shifts at this introduction, turning more fully toward Glyn with interest. “I’m Lanisen,” he answers, dipping his head politely. “Um, I’m– I’m from Anvard, visitin’ Ja–um, Adara. It’s good to meet you.”

Glyn’s right ear pricks straight upward at that name. “Indeed? Well, you are certainly welcome. You are just visiting the Lantern Waste?”

Lanisen says, “Yes, sir.”

Pheeobe greets Lanisen as well with a small dip of her head. “Pheeobe of Ulfden. Welcome!”

Remulus sniffs experimentally. “What does Anvard say?”

Crenna gives a smile to Lanisen, “Hello Lanisen.” Her ears flick to Remulus.

Caileana says, “Yes, you were here during the Hunt, when the Kings and Queens disappeared, were you not? What are your thoughts on the matter, Lanisen?”

Aliyah looks at Crenna and speaks softly. “I am sure there is a combination among the wolves. We aren’t all crazy sparring machines.” She smirks and then focuses on Lanisen awaiting his response to Remulus’ question.

Lanisen turns in place to greet the others that address him, dimpling up. His eyes fix on Remulus with uncertainty, and he blinks at Caileana. “Um– sorry?”

Caileana asks, “Does Archenland have an opinion on the disappearance of the Narnian Royals?”

Lanisen looks rather alarmed to be asked to speak for all of Archenland. “Ahhh,” he says, and offers a small worried smile. “I work in the kennels?”

Caileana tilts her head. “The…what?” She looks like she wants to be disturbed but can’t be sure she knows what the human is talking about.

Glyn chuckles. “I don’t know what these… kennels… are, but I’ve certainly done my share of the work in front of me. Speaking of which,” he says, glancing at the stars, “I need to check on the night patrol rotation. I should bid you all goodnight.”

Crenna dips her head, “Farewell Glyn.”

Aliyah says, “Have a good evening, Glyn.”

Lanisen says, “Um,” and falters. Fortunately he’s saved from explaining by Glyn’s departure. He ducks his head and takes a step back. “Evenin’.”

Aliyah chuckles at Caileana’s confusion. “It’s a place where the Archenland royalty keep dogs.. for hunting I think?” She looks to Lanisen for confirmation.

Caileana bows her head to Glyn. “Take care.”

Pheeobe smiles at Glyn. “Goodnight. Be safe.”

Glyn dips his head to all assembled, and returns Pheeobe’s smile. “Be safe, all of you.” He pads off toward the northern clearing.

Caileana glances between Aliyah and Lanisen, and then she gives herself a shake and turns back to the council. “Crenna is correct. We should also send representation from both packs.” She looks around at everyone. “I will confer with the Alphas on their thoughts, though I am certain they will agree to send representation.”

Crenna stands to her paws, “Agreed, this does not have to be a rushed decision on our of the packs part either.”

Lanisen flushes at Caileana’s reaction and presses his lips together. He draws back from the circle of wolves.

Caileana asks, “Perhaps you two could consult with Drune in the meantime?”

Aliyah looks from Crenna to Caileana, pressing her mouth shut.

Crenna dips her head, “Yes, we will discuss it with Drune. Speaking of, I am going to go see if I can find him.” She trots over to Lanisen, speaking to him quietly.
Crenna mumbles “I apologize for the seriousness of our conversation. Please do not feel like you are intruding however. As Glyn mentioned, this is a gathering place for all.”, to Lanisen.
Crenna mumbles “I apologize for the seriousness … … conversation. Please do not feel like you … … however. As Glyn mentioned, … … a … … for …”, to Lanisen.

Lanisen lifts his eyebrows at her, then lets out a small breath of laughter and makes the sort of guilty face that means he knows she’s just being nice.
Lanisen mumbles “Thank you.”, to Crenna.
Lanisen mumbles something incomprehensible to Crenna.

Crenna gives him an encouraging smile before turning to the group, “I hope everyone has a good eve and I hope we can continue to discuss these items.”

Aliyah stands, shaking out her coat. She moves to Crenna’s side. “Should we split up to find the elusive creature known as Drune?”

Pheeobe gets up and stretches. “See you all at the next meeting.”

Remulus rises and wanders away from the group.

Caileana glances over at those Scouts who are supposed to be on night patrol pointedly, and some of the assembled Ulfden Wolves depart. Her gaze flicks north, where Glyn disappeared, and goes distant. Then she sits up straight and nods to Crenna and Aliyah. “Thank you for calling this meeting. Ulfden will keep the dialogue open.”

Crenna nods to Aliyah, “Let’s go.” The Winterden Wolves disappear in go find their packmate.

Lanisen watches them go, his face thoughtful.

Aliyah offers a nod to Caileana before moving in the opposite direction from Crenna. “no problem. I hope we can come to a solution sooner than later…”

Caileana gets to her paws and gives herself another shake, hopping off the flat rock. She calls, “Good evening to you, Lanisen,” and then pads off towards the western cliffs, quickly joined by several of her packmates.

Caileana inclines her head to Aliyah as she goes, looking rather in agreement.


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