Snow ball in HIGHVALLEY

Amara

Enjoying the last remaining serenity before the social started amongst her family Amara relaxed against the trees. She looked over the pack before her, watching as everyone moved about one excitement. Though she looked for one wolf in particular.

It had been seasons since she had seen her Uncle Firetip and Ragnarok still had to meet him. Looking to her left she saw Ragnarok making a snow angel, smiling in happiness. Amara smiled back before her nose caught a familiar scent and she whipped her head around to see a familiar pelt. Jumping up she charged to her uncle calling a greeting.

” Uncle how good it is to see you!” Amara squeaked happily, coming to a stop before her uncle, hesitating to hug her uncle yet again.

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Alyan

The social was about to begin, and all the festivities were about to commence. Alyan was by himself for the moment, letting Hemlock go off on his own and do whatever he wished. It was a time for celebration, and a time to re-acquaint themselves with others both new and old.

He then saw a familiar face, as Amara started to bolt into his direction. She stopped right in front of him, as she greeted him with gleeful happiness. ”Good Dawning to you Amara.” He then walked closer, and gave Amara a big hug. He was very glad to see his niece again, and this time it seemed that she was not alone in her travels. He noticed a younger wolf, playing around in the snow, and the wolf seemed to have a resemblance to Amara, but only a little. ”Who’s this wolf you’ve brought with you today?” Alyan was quite curious, as he waited for Amara’s answer, as well as an introduction to the new wolf.

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Amara



Why did she even hesitate? She should have known better. Alyan engulfed her in a hug, Amara burrowing her nose in her uncle’s thick fur, breathing in his scent. Similar to her father's but not quite. She backed up with a smile before her uncle’s question made her turn and look at Ragnarok.

Where were their manners?

” Forgive me uncle.” she then called to her nephew and motioned for Ragnarok to come closer.
”rag my darling come meet your grand uncle Alyan.” Turning to her uncle smiled as her nephew joined them.

”Uncle please meet my Nephew Ragnarok. Sole heir to the Sombra pack by way of your nephew Lycan.”

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Ragnarok

Wriggling in the snow made him happy.  So happy in fact that he stuck his tongue out to eat the show upside down. He heard his aunt call his name and he flipped over, tongue still out. Noticing it looked like it was important, Ragnarok sucked his tongue back in before jumping up and shaking himself and scooting over promptly.

”a pleasure to meet you Grand Uncle Alyan! I have heard a lot about you from Aunt Amara.” Ragnarok said brightly bending on his foreleg like his aunt showed him earlier and then bounced up, his stumpy tail wagging a mile a minute.

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Alyan

Grand Uncle?! Alyan was quite surprised to hear the words that Amara said that was his title of family towards him. It seemed that the Sombra pack had lived a good life, but then Amara mentioned that Ragnarok was the Sole heir of Sombra by Alyan’s nephew. It seemed that Lycan was having a nice life there, and Ragnarok was clearly pleased to meet him.

Alyan dipped his head, as the young male came closer. ”It is indeed an honor, to meet the heir of Sombra.” Alyan then reached out, and ruffled the fur on his forehead. He could see the little spark in the young male’s eye, as he noticed the scars and marks across his body. ”How’s my grand-nephew doing on this lovely evening?” Alyan then gave his grand-nephew a hug as well, feeling how big, and also how small Ragnarok was against his body.

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Amara

Amara smiled proudly watching the two interact. It was a blessing to see Ragnarok so relaxed, especially amongst stranger wolves.

”Lycan sends his regards uncle and seasons greetings of course.”  Amara noticed the looks to Ragnarok’s scars and winced. It would be hard to explain but Sombra was after all a much more savage pack then High Valley.

”he has healed uncle. A victim of your other nephews jealousy is all.” Amara stated lightly, eyes dark. She lightened up though and reached down for a bite of snow. She leaped up and threw it, letting the fresh powder hit Alyan on the leg.

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Ragnarok

Ragnarok smiled happily.
”I'm happy to be here Grand Uncle! I've never been to a social before and i have a lot to learn!” Ragnarok stated happily, tail still wagging. However his stump of a tail stopped when he noticed his uncle’s gaze on his scars.

He sat down and gently touched them with his large paw.
”I know they are ugly but Vicar Cricket says they are healing well and they shouldn't bother me or my sight.” he said quietly, looking up at Alyan.

The snowball hitting him made Ragnarok snort in surprise and laugh. His aunt started a snowball fight! He bent down and grabbed his own bite of snow before flinging it at Amara and hitting her in the face!

”come uncle! You can beat her!”

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Alyan

He noticed the look that Ragnarok had, as he talked about his scars. Alyan understood, as many wolves in the past never wanted scars to define them in any way. ”It’s okay Rag, and I’m glad to know that you’re healing as well.”

Suddenly, a ball of snow hit his leg, as he looked over, to see the culprit standing not too far away, Amara. Rag then asked him to join in on the fun, as smirk grew on his face. He then rolled a ball on snow into his mouth, as promptly threw it at Amara, as a chuckle escaped his lips. He then looked over at Rag, who was not looking at his Grand-Uncle’s direction. Alyan then rolled up another snowball, and softly threw it at Rag, before jumping into a play bow before him.

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Amara

One snow ball was easy but the one Ragnarok threw at her and hit her face made the she wolf gasp in shock and dramatically fall.

”Treason! Wolf down! Wolf down!” Amara said playfully, collapsing backwards in the snow and kicking snow in a wave at the two males.

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Ragnarok

Squeaking in surprise, he turned wide eyes at Alyan. His uncle offered him a play bow and Ragnarok hesitantly followed. What would the others think? The wave of snow that came over them though from his aunt’s powerful kicks however made Ragnarok throw caution to the wind.

He laughed uproariously before charging his uncle to grapple with him and Ragnarok managed to smear snow on top of Alyan’s head before he skipped away.

”can't get me!” with that said, Ragnarok bolted.

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Alyan

It was clear to him that his niece had the knack for dramatic actions, but he was impressed to see her use it to her advantage. Alyan did not expect the shower of snow to be shoveled his way so fast, and the snow on his head, from Ragnarok, certainly showed him that his family had a little fire in their play.

”Oh we’ll see about that!” Alyan then sprinted over to Rag with all he could muster. Alyan was good at one thing, and that was having enduring speed. It wasn’t going to be something that would put him out of breath, and he knew that he was going to catch his grand-nephew. He then leaped in the air, as he wrapped his for-arms around the younger male, as he tackled him. Then came the nipping, as Alyan tried to tickle his way into victory. His muzzle tried to tickle Ragnarok where it counted, right on his neck, as he tried to use his weight to pin him down as well.

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Amara

She giggled madly and watched as Ragnarok play with Firetip. This was what Sombra had been. Family. Now it was up to her and Ragnarok that it didn't die. Even if the family aspect was found amongst others. Grinning she got up and charged the two tackling both into a large wolf pile and shoveling snow with her front paws onto her uncle.

”Uncle in the middle!” she crowed happily, tail wagging before bursting into a fit of giggles.

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Ragnarok

Oh no! Oh no! Ragnarok took off with a screech, trying to avoid his grand uncle. Only to no avail.
”Mercy! MERCY!” Ragnarok screeched before collapsing in such a wild fit of giggles he snorted and hiccuped, struggling to escape.

Then Amara wolf piled them. With a whistle all the air left ragnarok’s chest but he still dry cackled at Firetip as he was bombarded with snow from Amara’s paws.

He sighed happily.

”I love my family!”

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