<div class="floatleft">(http://i64.tinypic.com/2lk40ms.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nuka<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Pack Member, Former Inyanga<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Densite, resting by a large tree.<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Spreading the word about the restoration of Elder's Moon seemed to take majority of Nuka's morning. A younger wolf would have had a much easier time tracking down pack members and informing them of what was planned for the pack. Nuka, however, hobbled in a much slower stride than others. He enjoyed his less hectic life, now, and often took his sweet time getting anywhere. It gave him plenty of time to think and take in the pack's surroundings and the general mood. That, and his old bones could only manage to go at a leisurely pace. <br/><br/>Nuka was sure to explain details to many of the younger wolves who did not remember or were not around for Elder's Moon before. He took the time to answer questions that they had as well. Nuka's patience knew no bounds for those interested in what he had to say. Even when Jag provided Nuka company, following him around, the older brute did not cease to continue his task with thorough diligence. <br/><br/>At some point in the late morning, Nuka had finally finished speaking to as many wolves as he could find. His heart swelled with hope, remembering different faces that lit up with excitement and interest in what he was saying. Jag soon asked him a question, curious about the dark trait and it's magics. A long exhale escaped Nuka's lips as he plopped his heavy rump into the ground beneath him. <strong>“Well, Jaguar, that's what tonight's Elder's Moon is about.”</strong> Nuka's tone was sarcastic, though he provided Jag with a warm, light-hearted smile. <strong>“I've been around a while and I know enough about the trait but the years of shoving it away, exiling plagued wolves or the death from it has ceased any real progress of truly understanding what all can be done. I wish to share what I know and maybe we can learn more about this together. ”</strong> His eyebrows furrowed. <strong>“I've seem wolves go mad with envy and rage. Other's sufferings more silent. I believe it affects each individual differently. But, more on that will come later, for everyone to hear. ”</strong> Nuka lifted a tired leg to his ears where he began to scratch behind it. An audible "popping" noise could be hear, coming from his knew with each scratch. Nuka's tongue lulled from his mouth as he tended to the itch behind his ear. <br/><br/><strong>“Do you think you may have ideas on the trait? Does it affect you? Is that why you have questions?”</strong> Nuka straightened himself out, giving Jag his attention now, as he cocked his head to the side curiously. </span></span>