((New thread for the Jikal' Den site))

Jiral stretched his self, and felt the rain letting up. He knew his spawn were off in the Apprentice' Dens, and he wondered if any other whelps were to come, and help this pack be feared. The brute didn't want control of Ternik, but rather he wanted to be left alone, and unbothered by it. The dirt and sand outside of the dens were wet, and soft, unlike the hard surfaces the pack was used too. His den was consisted of his favourite willow tree, and was big enough to set a few wolves in to talk to, but only big enough for two too sleep. Twsting his large neck, he gave an affectionate lick to Takoda's ear, and smiled. He knew that soon the rest of the pack were to wake up, and soon enough patrols, and hunting parties would have to be admitted out.

Another yawn marked the weather's effect on his mood, and with drooping orbs he watched the den site slowly awake.
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Tjra didn't care, he couldn't sleep, and the rain was bothersome. Out set next to him, he spotted his sister, and snarled silently in disgust. He hated this weather, and he wished to be outside looking in, rather then inside looking out. Twitching his auds forth, he figured that maybe he should just go out, and get the rain on his pelt, however it was really letting up, and barely any rain was in the air. Yet the ground was covered with it.

He would have to get his paws all dirty, and caked with mud while he would have to either be patrolling a border, or going hunting. And with muddy paws, it made it all harder.

Jiral smiled geefully, and noticed his whelps already playing in the clearing. "Well, since I haven't spotted any of our pups' mentors, let's take them out today, and assess them. It's been a few moons in training right?" he asked her, not quite sure himself. He knew he wanted to see what his whelps could do though, and wondered how strong they were, how well they could hunt, and of course, if they were fit enough to become something more then they were now. Yet as he waited for a reply, he sat himself only slightly outside the den, and smile, watching Tjra, and Cree play. He hadn't seen them do that in a while, and the ebony, and cream canine was happy to see it happen yet again.
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Tjra growled as all of a sudden his sister came bowling on top of him. Falling to the ground he snarled,"Get off of me! We're not playing toad hunt." His tail wagging on the ground however, wanting to play, he kew that his father was watching him, and he wanted to make a good impression, right?