Saroke of Misfit Mountain

It was Fickin who spoke up to answer Saroke's question. "The Amulet, or more commonly known as The Amulet of Dastin, came from a rock that fell from the sky hundreds of thousands of moons ago. It was a strange and powerful stone, and many wolves fought and died to acquire it. Until the bravest wolf came. His name was Dastin. He fought for the stone though many passed him off as weak and unable. You see, he came from a tribe that was stuck in hunger and lived in the worst environment for them.
"However, he fought and as he was the strongest, he won the Amulet. He was a good wolf and used the powers only for good. He used it's powers to bless his home and his tribe. He united all the tribes and they prospered under his rule. But several wolves chafed under his rule and split off to join a dark tribe. Long story short, the wolves killed Dastin. The wolves were fought off but not destroyed. The sons of Dastin decided that the Amulet should be hidden away. They gave it to a tribe, one small and relatively unknown but pure of heart, to watch over it until it was needed again." Ficken finished.

Moakier looked up at her, her face blank but her eyes fearful. "Everything you see here, this cave, these wolves who live here, everything..."
"Would be gone." Vir said, his smile gone. "And the thing is...this would be the first place they would come."
"What? Why?" Mistik barked.
"Because this was the home of Dastin, and the place he created for his tribe. My bloodline is descended from him." Cist said gravely.

Cist blinked once before he turned to stare at the other wolves. They all seemed to be speaking to each other silently before one by one, they all nodded their consent. "Very well," Cist rumbled and turned to look at Saroke. "From now on, you are the Keeper of this mission. Anything and Everything related to this, will be brought to you."

Cist nodded and got to his paws. He treaded lightly across the room and passed between the curtain of vines. One by one, the other wolves followed after him. He had leapt onto a tiny ledge that protruded above the green creepers. He tipped back his head and let out a howl sounding of liquid gushing from behind a barrier-thick and strong. Heads turned and wolves meandered over to join each other beneath his watchful gaze.
"My fellow Tribemats," He began. "I am here to tell you of the danger that we are to face." An uneasy murmur swept over the wolves. There weren't many of them, only half of their former numbers remained.
"Those wolves who attacked us today were not from Forn's gorge. They were the Dark Ones." This time a chorus of gasps echoed in the cavern. "They came seeking the last of a pack. A pack, that had previously guarded the Amulet of Dastin." Cist turned his head and moved to the side of the ledge to make space for Saroke. "Keeper Saroke, please come up."

Cist nodded to her, showing he approved of her speech. "Now, we must return to preparing the bodies for the funerals." He spoke dismissively. A quiet murmur arose as they dispersed to their individual jobs. Cist jumped down and made his way over to Moakier who calmly waited for him.
"Do you think you could guard her?" He said quietly. "I know your expecting but...she's known you longer." Moakier nodded and nuzzled his shoulder.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine, and she'll do fine. Do you think she may be The One?" She asked and Cist shrugged his massive shoulders. "Only time will tell."

Moakier looked around, observing the wolves around them. Inside, she was thinking over the day when an important piece of information was brought to light. "Your paw," She said worriedly. "It hasn't been treated in all this time. Would you like to go get it checked?"

Moakier nodded as she got to her paws. "Yes, it is. You need to be in full health in case we're attacked again. And if you become weakened and get sick because your paw wasn't treated, it would be bad for all of us." She led the Saroke to a completely ordinary looking hole in the wall. The air around it was permeated with the scents of flowers and plants. Wolves bustled in and out.
"Don't worry." Moakier reassured her. "Mistik's our head healer, but we have several others."

Moakier's eyes darted to look at Saroke as she walked before facing forward again. "As second in command, and current Heir to the leadership of the Tribe, he is probably with Cist and discussing battle tactics and fortifications and such." Moakier couldn't help but ask. "Why do you wish to know?"

Moakier nodded. "Here, lean on me." She said and pressed her red tinged pelt against Saroke's silvery white one. She led the she-Wolf to the wolf sized hole in the wall that led to the Healers den. Inside, the cave ballooned into a large cave. Moss littered the floor and the light came from the hundreds of fireflies that were flying around the air. Plants grew upside down from the earthen ceiling. And a small waterfall filled a shallow pool with crystalline water.

OOC~ Your fine

Moakier turned face Saroke when she called her name and let out a bark of surprise when the she-wolf sagged lifelessly against her. "Mastik!" She cried out in alarm and the big black and white wolf bounded out of the shadows farther in.
"What's wrong?" He asked and then caught sight of Saroke. "Oh dear." He sighed. "Bring her over here." Together, the two wolves dragged her body onto a nest near the pool of water and laid her down gently. It was then, that she started kicking and whimpering. Alarmed, Moakier backed up with her eyes wide for a second before she took a breath and started shaking the she-wolfs sides.
"Wake up Saroke." She said loudly. "Wake up!"