Tumult

He was far enough outside of the Guardians territory to not be smelt from within, but close enough that the calling howl for Lazjig and Quil could be heard by those that resided on the terrain. Tumult was on high alert, knowing there were many against him for what he was doing to the ex Lurker Queen. But now was not time for strife. Now, was time to settle and to relax. For his mother had moved beyond the land, and that is where he had traveled. To visit her. The rumors of her being dead were all hopeful folklore. The true Haunter Queen was anything but dead, instead she moved far from the lands, letting her little seed nurture itself and grow.

It was all on purpose. To separate the pack, to weed all those good from the pack from those who's hearts lay in darkness as hers did. Tumult had given her the news, and she was especially interested in Rayne. She knew the dark wolf would bring something to the Valley, something she could only dream of as a pup. But now she was old, and her body weak. She was no threat to the valley in body, but in spirit, she knew she left an imprint in the history of the Valley, one that would be passed from tongue to tongue. And one day, possibly, she would return.

Hearing of the news, some of the Haunters followed their queen out of the valley. They would stick with their queen until the end, but they, too, were old, and could do little for the valley now.

Tumult stood in a small clearing, his body high in such confidence. His eyes narrowed and ears erect. He was anxious on reuniting with Lazjig. For although most of what he told her was a lie, one thing was for certain. Although he had never meant it, and definitely never expected it, his heart was growing more and more fond of the Lurker Queen. Patience He thought to himself, trying to calm his fluttering heart.

Oraiyus

A gentle wind kissed the underside of the prairie falcons wings, her brilliant white head hung low, scanning the canvas beneath her. Deep golden eyes could pick and see everything on the distant ground below her. She had been searching for many moons, but had come to no avail. She was looking for the blood of Risen, Tumult, and she had almost given up until she heard his deep and thunderous call. She would find him, and serve him as she had served Risen before.

Finally, through the trees the gray male stood. Oraiyus called with delight and drew in her wings, sending her on a steep descent toward the ground. "Tumult!" She chirped happily. Lifting her wings and slowing for a landing just beside the male. "Tumult, at last! I have been search for two full seasons for you!" She bowed her head to the male as Tumult watched, He smiled.

"Welcome Oraiyus, I am sorry if I gave you fright. I was out visiting my mother."

"The Queen is alive!?" The Falcon's beak gaped as she heard the news.

Tumult nodded his head "Alive and very well. She wishes to play an absence game, and none are to know where she has gone. In fact, we are to keep the rumor that she is dead. She told me she will return when the time is right." He nodded and the falcon smiled brightly now.

"Tumult, where is Lazjig?" The little bird looked around.

"On her way, I hope."