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Asamir
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Ignis territory ; Feeling concerned
His mighty paws slowly pace the edge of the territory, the gusts of wind blowing up blossoms and pollen into his face and fur. He grunts softly, it was spring in their land. The land would be warmer, and easier to cope with. More prey would be around the wolves would stop having to scrap over every inch of territory. He flicks his ears slightly, slowly approaching a ridge. Peering over the edge, he spots two figures in the distance. The figures walk on two feet, and they are dragging a wolf behind them. A wolf carcass. Asamir shakes his head slowly, the figures were not in his territory, so he could not stop them from dragging the young dead wolf. Sighing, he continues to walk along the border, scenting now and then to make sure the boarder is strong and prominent to avoid any accidental strays.
The muscular lead fighter slowly approaches his camp, where many of his packmates would still be sleeping soundly. He pushes through the underbrush, some thorns clinging to his fur. Without giving the clearing a glance, he strolls toward the newly stocked kill pile, picking out a fat rabbit. He carries the creature by its fluffy tail, before sitting in the shadows to enjoy his breakfast, watching the sun rise over the trees in the distance.
Iberia
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Terra territory ; Feeling frantic
Sitting in the shadows rested the beautiful she-wolf, her beautiful emerald eyes shimmering against the darkness around her. Her eyes complimented her various grey colored pelt and black ears. She watched as the pack slowly wakes up, curling her tail around her dainty paws. She wasn't often acknowledged due to her less vibrant attitude, yet she was always the sweetest toward those who did notice her.
Quietly, she stands up and slips out of the camp. Her dainty paws carry her quickly toward the boarder between Terra and Ventus territories. She slides over fallen trees, and goes around boulders. The terrain was always rocky, a tad bit more dangerous than average wolf pack territories. She emerges from the trees slowly, she was usually a little more cautious, especially since the humans began showing themselves.
The beautiful she-wolf approaches the fast-paced river with gentle steps, before sitting beside it. She sighs softly, and looks at her reflection in the water. Silver fist avoid her shadow, some young fish are oblivious while the others go around the dark silhouette. She kneels down, and begins to lap up the icy liquid, her ears perked forward to listen for any danger when she feels her body shift. She opens her eyes, confused. Suddenly, she looks toward the ground. The usual frozen river side is thawed, and the ground isn't stable. It gives way below her and the she-wolf tumbles into the fast paced river, where the current quickly swallows her under before she can yelp.
Faust
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Ventus territory ; feeling bored
Lazily the guard rolls onto his back, stretching out his hind legs despite the growls of another packmate below him. He rolls his crystal blue eyes, and sighs. Watching the roof of the sleeping den, nothing interesting at all. He can hear the dripping of water just outside the den from the thawed snow dripping off the trees, and the birds chirping gleefully, as if they couldn't wait to return to the land. Faust sits up, his fur tangled with bits of moss and twigs that had gotten into his nest. He shakes his fur out, allowing some moss to fall onto a few wolves around him who were still steadily sleeping. He sits down, and begins to pull and lick the twigs and moss from his beautiful icy pelt, not wanting to exit the warmth of the den just yet.
Scythe
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Umbra territory ; feeling sleepy
She was sprinting, running as quickly as her dainty paws could carry her. Her beautiful pelt bouncing like silky with every powerful stride. She can hear the howls, the barks. The dogs never gave up, once their caught your scent it was either you or them.. Yet these dogs were owned by hunters and it didn't take long for hunters to appear once the dogs did. She pants heavily, feeling the hot breath of the hunter dogs behind her. Scythe shuts her eyes tightly, and the shadows around them wrap around two dogs, their screams and squeals burning through the air. Scythe runs faster, listening to the painful cries of the hunter dogs die down. Two more dogs follow her, despite her running as fast as possible. She leaps over a fallen tree, and is suddenly filled with pain. A trap closes around her paw, and she screeches in shock and pain. She squirms and pulls yet the trap doesn't give way. The dog claw under the fallen tree, pulling themselves through. They snap and nip at her from behind. cornering her against the tree. She bares her ivory fangs, growling loudly. She snaps her jaws and finds her fangs sinking into the side of one of the dog's skulls. The dog snaps at her back and pulls away, blood dripping from the bite to his head that had tore through his ears. The dogs bark and howl at her. She shuts her silver eyes tightly, and is about to unleash the darkness around her on these hunting dogs, when suddenly she feels the cold metal against her chest. She opens her beautiful eyes, and finds herself looking up the barrel of a hunter's rifle. She is about to howl when the man pulls the trigger.
Scythe lunges awake, nearly jumping straight into another sleeping wolf's nest. She pants heavily, looking around as if she expected to find herself in Sky Pack. She sighs heavily, and allows the fur along her spine to rest back in its natural position. Slowing her rapid breathing, she shakily gets to her paws, attempting to tell herself that it was just a dream and nothing more.
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