Fantasy The Broken Packs

[Tasteless]

★Rowan★

Pack : Eastern | Location : Eastern Territory | Feeling : Calm | Tags : N/a

His paws gently step through the lush foliage, gentle tendrils tug at his lush coat as he slowly makes his way through his territory. The scent of spring pooled around him, his instincts claw at his throat. He swallows silently as he pushes through another patch of foliage, his crystal blue gaze dropping onto a small herd of deer. They gleefully trot about, the birth of a new generation bringing hope for the herd.
His ears twitch when he notices a buck laying in the grass, his pelt dull with age and experience. The bucks antlers even looked weak, yet the old male watched over his herd with watchful eyes. Eventually, the buck got to his feet and began to graze. Rowan took his chance, and stealthily made his way down the hill, the grass lapping at his underbelly elegantly.
As Rowan drew closer, he notices how slowly the old deer was moving. Once he is in position, he silently thanks his ancestors for the opportunity to feed his pack. Instinct flows through Rowan's paws, and propels him forward with intense force. His paws thunder over the ground as the deer scatter, releasing shrieks of fear when they notice the large predator.
The buck takes a few weak stride, but is promptly forced to the ground as Rowan sinks his fangs into the side of its throat. The buck exhales a shriek of pain, before Rowan swiftly breaks its neck. He pants softly, licking the fresh blood from his muzzle as he sits beside his kill. Life drains from the bucks eyes, and Rowan dips his head in thanks, before he gently picks up his kill and begins to drag it up the hill towards camp.

It wasn't Rowan's job to hunt for the pack, yet the handsome alpha often found peace in hunting. Early mornings were typically spent doing a round of the territory, hunting and then sun basking once everyone had a full morning belly. Rowan reaches the top of the hill, and drops the buck to catch his breath for a moment. He looks down the hill at where the deer had been, and notices a small spotted bundle hidden in the bushes. It was a fawn, barley a few fours old. Then, the fawns mother cautiously returns for her baby. Licking its small head with gentle laps, and Rowan twitches his ears as he watches the mother and fawn make their way into the forest, where the herd had disappeared only moments before. Spring was bringing new life into the world, and Rowan still couldn't bring himself to find a mate.
He shakes his thoughts away, before he begins to drag the buck back to camp once again.

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Wind Runner

Pack : Eastern | Location : Eastern Camp | Feeling : Calm | Tags : N/a

Wind Runner opens her light brown eyes slowly, the soft sound of her pack breathing nearly lulling her back to sleep. After a few moments, she slowly sits up. Blinking away sleep, and adjusting to the soft morning light that was pouring in through the vine curtain that shielded the entrance of the den.
Wind grooms her milky tan pelt silently, careful not to disturb those sleeping around her. Once her pelt is freshly groomed, she finally steps out into camp. She blinks a few times before a scent wafts over her, it was the scent of fresh prey and spring mingled together. Her pelt prickles slightly, males became increasingly persistent in spring. Quickly, she spots Rowan dragging an elderly deer into camp, and while it was old it was surprisingly well fed.
She waits for him to set the deer down, before she approaches slowly. "Thank you for hunting." she says softly as she takes position more towards the rump of the deer. She silently tearing into the bucks soft flank, her mouth filling with his tender meat and sweet blood. She flicks her ears slightly as she looks up at Rowan, swallowing her mouthful of deer rather quickly. "Did you sleep well?" She asks gently, which seems to snap her alpha out of his thoughts. "why yes, yes i did. I'm hoping the den is becoming more comfortable to you?" he asks, gently pawing at the bucks antlers.
Wind Runner nods gently, she had only been in the pack for a moon and a half, and while most of the wolves were used to her by now, some still gave her a wide girth. She tears off another chunk of flesh, her tail swaying with pleasure as she swallows it down. Where she was born, they mainly hunted Moose, which were rather tough and the meat was more muscle. She truly enjoyed the fatter prey in the lower mountains.

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Hawk

Pack : Western | Location : Western Camp | Feeling : Groggy | Tags : N/a

Hawk lays motionless under a nearby oak tree, the morning breeze gently ruffling through its leaves. His ember eyes watch silently as the camp slowly awakens, and he cant help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Hawk was never able to sleep through the night, as nightmares of his father plagued every slumbering moment.
For a moment, Hawk visualizes his fathers enraged, and betrayed glare just as life drifted from his body. He grits his fangs tightly, the fur along his spin prickling uncomfortably as he pushes the memory away.
Carefully, hawk rises to his large paws. He shakes out his silky black pelt, a few blades of grass drifting back to the ground below him. With a glance towards the alpha den, Hawk decides to take a walk through the territory. He turns his back to camp, and slowly stalks into the forest.
Once he is far enough, he begins to sprint. His paws carry him swiftly through the foliage, stray branches whip at his muzzle, yet he pushes himself harder. Soon, his lungs tighten and burn as if a fire was set within him. He continues to sprint, barley able to even inhale at this point.
He soon finds himself at the border between Western and Eastern pack, the river that separated the territories flows powerfully. The water crashes hazard against the bank, and Hawk simply stares at it as he catches his breath. After a few moments, her crouches beside the bank and begins to lap at the crystal clear water. His ears are relaxed, and his tail curled around his bum calmly. He wasn't worried of meeting any Eastern Wolves, they typically preferred to keep to themselves unless provoked.

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Sky

Pack : Western | Location : Western Territory Outskirts | Feeling : Calm | Tags : N/a

Sky carefully wades through the pond, the frigid water soaking through her thick marbled pelt. Her glassy, sightless eyes stare blindly, as she smells along the surface of the water silently. After a few moments, she raises her paw and begins to roughly paw at the mud below her. With a snort of annoyance, the medicine wolf slowly dips her head into the water, flicking her ears in annoyance as she blindly feels for the roots she was after. Her jaws gently close around the thick roots, and she pulls them from the muck with ease.
Sky carefully wades back towards the bank, flicking water from her silky ears as she drops the thick roots in the small pile of similar looking roots and leaves. She pulls herself out of the water, and gives her pelt a decent shaking, causing water droplets to rain in every other direction. With incredible gentleness, she picks up the damp herbs, and soaking wet roots in her jaws. She carefully begins to make her way back towards camp, her ears pricked forward as she walks with impressive confidence.
She knew her way around this territory with amazing precision, and even though Ferron typically orders a guard to join her when she is foraging, she decided to leave with the guard today. She never particularly enjoyed any wolf's company, and found herself coming back to camp much sooner when she was with them, just so they would leave her alone.
The tangy herbs block out her smelling, so she strictly relies on her hearing as she travels back towards camp.

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Kyla

Rouge | Location : unclaimed land | Feeling : Resentful | Tags : N/a

Her paws gently pad over cold stone, her gaze falling on the land below her vantage point. The two territories stretch over the horizon, and a growl creeps through Kyla's chest. She twitches her ears harshly, her gaze firmly placed over Western territory. Her tail twitches with resentment as she begins to pace back and fourth, her claws lightly scraping over the smooth stone cliff.
Her son was beginning to question her more and more about his father, how could she admit what she knew? She shakes her head, looking towards the sky. It was streaked with rays of morning light, the soft chirping of birds calming her anxious nerves. She sighs heavily, her ears flicking with sadness. Odin cannot know he is half blooded..
She inhales softly as she turns her back to her view, and begins to make her way through the unclaimed forest. The lush foliage folding below her dainty paws, her silky pelt bouncing with every step.
She soon comes to the decent sized boulder, and walks along its side until she comes to the decently sized hole. She pulls herself into her den, the faint scent of bear still lingered from earlier in the year. She adjusts to the darkness, and then realizes Odin isn't in the den. While he was nearly a yearling, Kyla couldn't bring herself to allow her only son to have much independence.
She quickly pulls herself out of her den and inhales sharply, his scent was leading towards Western Territory.

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[AnimeGenork]

Accalia​

"I will protect my alpha with my life."​

Loyalty above all else​

MOOD

[Indifferent]​

PACK

[Eastern Stone Pack]​

LOCATION

[Eastern Camp]​

TAGGED

[ Tasteless ]​

Accalia was up bright and early,
as she always was. Whereas others might prefer sleeping in or waiting until they were told to do something,
Accalia knew that the only way to get anything done was to do it before you were told to do so.

Pushing her way out of the den, she saw her alpha, Rowan, with the pack's newest member, Wind Runner. Others avoided Wind, but Accalia could care less what the she-wolf did. So long as she didn't do anything to hurt Rowan, Accalia was alright with her.

It seemed Rowan had found a buck, old but meaty. She shot Rowan an anxious glance. Though she wasn't one to question her alpha, she couldn't help but wonder why he had gone hunting. As one of the hunters, she didn't feel as if her job was being intruded upon, but she felt as if there had to be a reason he went hunting. Her loyal side wanted to scold him for going out on his own, for risking himself where they only had him. Without a mate and children, Rowan's line wouldn't continue if he died. That would cause chaos within the pack.

Accalia wasn't going to watch another pack of hers die.

Instead of saying anything, she slowly approached the buck and took a small portion, preferring to leave the rest for the pack. Once she had caught something for them, then she would reward herself with sustenance. "Thank you for catching this," she muttered, refusing to look at him out of submission.

When she was done, she got to her paws and looked up at the sky. "The weather looks pleasant. Might be good hunting today."

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Hunter/Fighter of the Eastern Stone Pack​

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[ElectricDandellion]

Naya

Location: On the outskirts of Eastern Pack territory.
Pack: Western


Naya put her muzzle to the ground; the oaky, thick scent of Hawk roamed her nostrils, and she shook them slightly. If she could smell him, it was highly likely he’d be able to smell her, but hopefully he wouldn’t follow. After all, if the pack knew where she was headed, they wouldn’t be too happy. Not too happy would be an understatement, she’d be labelled a traitor for being explorative- for asking questions. Falling to her side, she rolled in a puddle of dirt, thick white and ginger pelt painting in a wet brown, her ginger stripes covering in a brown blur. Attempting to cover her aroma, she brushed her paws deep in the dirt, scraping them in the wet puddle, the mud the canopy had failed to protect from the rain from the night before. Shaking her fur, she elegantly began to pad out of Western territory. Her padding soon turned into running, and she speedily dived in and out of trees, skimming past them with ease. It helped that her frame was small for streamline, and the trees seemed to make paths for her that it couldn’t possibly do with the other, larger wolves in the pack. The only weakness? Lack of strength- it made sparring and fighting hard, but she had the element of surprise and stealth that others could not, hence why she had become a fighter for the pack. As second nature, she could cover her tracks and confuse other animals- but if they caught her, which had happened rarely, she’d be in big trouble.

The sun dropped its honey-like heat onto her back as she ran and the canopy thinned, rays of sunlight bursting through the tree tops proudly, allowing them a small spotlight. It was early morning, and the moon still hung in the corner of Naya’s peripheral vision, glowing yet blurring. She snorted. Everything at this time, before the sun had fully risen, before night had fully finished its course of the day, had been so still. So calm. She liked the quiet. Dirt skirted from under her paws, and the sun behind her gave her an advantage. It wasn’t long before she was metres from the territory of her apparent enenmies: the Eastern Pack.

Maya silently trotted in slow circles, contemplating whether she should or should not enter. Maybe just a paw? She shook her head at her idiocy. As soon as a single paw would step over that scented line, the whole pack were able to rip her to shreds if they wished, although that was unlike Eastern Pack. They’d probably give her a gentle warning. Even so, some of the Pack’s members were aggressive. Naya closed her eyes, slowly moving towards the territory line- adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wanted to sit upon the cliff face that didn’t belong to either packs; it was neither eastern or western territory, but the shortcut would be through the Eastern Pack territory. She sighed quietly, biting the pad on her paw.


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[Best Trekkie.]

Boulder

Location: Outskirts of the Western Pack Territory


His paws chipped and worn. His Ice blue eyes shimmering dimly. His gray fur stiff and smelling of stone. Gazing around briefly; Boulder thought "I stick out like a sore thumb." His ears swiveling back and fourth constantly. He needed to stay alert especially if he was in a place where he wasn't invited. Suddenly Boulder halted. Running. Swiftly trotting over the clearing toward a thicker part of the forest, boulder waited for whatever was sprinting. Just a Buck. "Close call" Boulder thought. If he had faced that Buck alone he wouldn't even had lasted a few minutes. Panting hard from the brief trot boulder murmured "I am getting to old for this." The buck suddenly turned it's head behind it, and then continued on it's sprint in a different direction. Emerging from the brush, boulder continued his morning walk towards home. Once again however, he halted. The scent border of the western pack territory was behind him!! What caught his eyes next is what got his attention. A Beautiful She-wolf who seemed to be blind. Ice suddenly felt a stab of guilt for her. "To attack a Medicine wolf is dishonorable and a blind one at that." He thought. Heading the other direction, Boulder wasn't watching where he was going and coincidentally stepped on a large rotten branch, alerting possibly everything living around him in a 300 Wolf-length radius. He glanced up to the sky and growled "Stupid age and rotting branch!"



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[Peculiar3]

Lincoln
Guard
Western Forest Pack
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Lincoln was quickly growing up with Finley. Out of all the pups he taught, his sister just happened to be the worst student. Although he was a guard, Finley had her heart set and becoming a pack warrior. She simply didn’t want to put the work in.



“No no no.” Lincoln growled, “You keep getting off balance. Keep your paws on the ground!”

The young she-wolf swiped at his nose, lunging forward and throwing herself off balance as he dodged to the side. He headbutted her side, throwing her onto the ground. She lay there breathing heavily, “This sucks!”


His tail raises irritably and he towered over her, “Practice isn’t supposed to be fun Finny.”


“I don’t even need this. I could take you with my eyes closed, I just don’t want to hurt you old man.” She heaved to her feet and stretched with a pop, giving Lincoln a cold look.


His fur bristled and he turned away from Finley, “We’re done today.” There was no getting through her. He stalked back through the trees towards the main den area.


Judging by the position of the sun in the sky it was about turn for his shift at the border. Ever since the disease struck border control had been increased three times. It was about a ten-minute walk to the south side of the border, and Lincoln walked along the line that separated the Eastern and Western packs.



Sniffing around he was horrified to sense Naya, a hunter in his pack. A low growl sounded in his throat and he sought her out, following her scent along the borderline until he spotted her right on the edge of the border, “Naya! What are you doing here!?!”

He stiffened when he caught another scent and whipped around. Sure enough, Finley had followed him. For God sakes.

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[JokerValentine]

Ferron- West Pack- Alpha Male
Interacting with: Open

You could tell that the alpha had had The Dream again. The way he got up well before most was surely indicative about that. No sane wolf surely dared rise before the dawn, except for Ferron. It had already been a very long morning for the male, his head filled with many thoughts that refused to grant him the sleep he desired. He had thought back to the events of his pack that had transpired recently, the terrible losses of good wolves at the hands of a disease. It could have been stopped. It could have been helped, if not for some who forgot their promises of loyalty. The alpha grew more furious as he thought, letting loose a nearly inaudible growl as he lay beside his most loving mate, Foxheart. It would be time for her to wake up soon, go about her duties as the mother of all the wolves within this realm. To be fair, Ferron never could grasp how lucky he truly was to have her, a wolf so kind and so-

But she wasn't there anymore. Foxheart was gone away, to Eastern pack. Ferron was alone now. The empty shape by his side of the one he loved was the only remnant of her. he was simply alone, but he had a pack to lead. Even then, amidst a crowd of people, he was still only a speck, only nothing. "Ferron, no weakness," he told himself, rising to his feet as he shook off the old warmth and prodded outside of his den to face the day.

 

[Galaxy Bear]

Amber-Medicine Wolf

Pack: Eastern

Tags: Tasteless AnimeGenork

She wakes up with an ache in her leg, as always. She gets up slowly and stretches out her hind leg as much as she could take it. She grits her teeth, holding back from the pain. Her leg was as healed as it was going to be and was permanently twisted backwards. She would lose use of it completely if she didn't stretch it out daily like her mentor showed her. Amber continues with her daily stretching, going into different positions in order to do so. Next, she moves onto checking out her herbs. She makes a mental note of which ones were low, which ones were good, and which ones needed thrown out. Amber goes outside of her den. It was a small den, but private, and she was able to keep her herbs safe this way. She notices Accalia, Wind and Rowan around a deer. She wasn't sure who had caught it but was glad for the morning meal. "Good morning!" She says cheerfully to the group and heads over. "Who caught it?" She asks them, she didn't want to eat it just yet. She bows her head in respect to the alpha and glances downwards.

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Crystal-Expecting She-Wolf

Pack: Eastern

Tags: ElectricDandellion Peculiar3

Crystal had woken up earlier than any of the other wolves. She had to get out of here. Quickly and quietly, she leaves the camp, there was barely any light outside. Once she was out of the sight of the camp, she begins to pick up her pace to a fast trot. She reached the Eastern pack border and looks around, making sure no one had spotted her. She crosses the lowest part of the stream, the intersection of both borders. Crystal was in unclaimed territory and she begins to relax just a bit. She moves away from the packs and finds her usual spot. It was a part of the mountainside with a giant oak tree right next to it. There was a small alcove in the mountainside and she heads inside of it. Her heart was pounding but there was no sign of him, no new marks either. Crystal lays down for a moment but accidentally falls asleep. When she wakes back up, there was now light. Crap, she must have been here for a few hours. She would have to make sure to be more careful. Making some marks on the tree, she leaves the area. As she crosses back over to Eastern pack territory, she hears some voices. Cautiously, she goes over to the voices, her heart beating faster as she sees three Western wolves, one of them being Lincoln.

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[Lost]

Skoll, Western Pack Beta
Pack: Western
Location: Western Territory -> Western Camp​

Deep in the forest, despite the early morning, a young hunter lay prone against the grass. Ahead of him, in a rather small clearing, sat a hare. It was a small little creature, certainly not enough to feed an entire pack, but that was far from the mind of the wolf. He hadn't come searching for food; he'd come looking for a way to vent his frustrations. And, unfortunately for the rabbit, it appeared he would find release in bloodlust.

Skoll wasn't a particularly violent wolf, nor was he fond of hunting. Times were far from normal, however, and he found himself needing this extra time away from camp more and more.

At first, he tried to convince himself these excursions were for his packmates. To fight a plague without food was to fight a fire without water, after all. And with quite a few hunters bed-ridden, someone had to provide. But soon, he had come to realize he was simply fooling himself. He hunted not because they needed food, but because he was afraid. Afraid to see whom the disease would ravage next, afraid that he and Ferron would fail to save their pack.

Afraid that it would take them all.

It was irresponsible of a Beta to have such thoughts, to act in such a way, but Skoll found that watching one's pack destroy itself tended to inspire a few shameful feelings.

Now the disease was gone, but the damage remained. Those that remained were left to nurse their wounds and mourn the fallen. And some of them, Ferron included, blamed the Eastern Pack. Skoll didn't share their beliefs, heretical as it was. Such hatred wouldn't raise the dead.

He stiffened as a cold breeze blew past. His prey perked up as the wind carried Skoll's scent, and the rabbit bolted.

The young wolf sighed as he rose to his feet. He would have no luck in the forest, not whilst his head remained in the clouds. Besides, his packmates were likely stirring; it wouldn't do for the Beta of the pack to be gallivanting in the forest, especially since none knew where he was.

With those thoughts in mind, Skoll trotted away from the now-empty clearing and began the trek back to camp.


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[JokerValentine]

Ferron- Alpha Male- West Pack
Interacting with: Skoll Lost , Cheshire Grin
Mentions: Best Trekkie.
(The information from the previous post has changed. Ferron does have a mate, and the CS info fro Cheshire's character was apparently false. Do note the plot line change in this post.)

It was just a bad dream. He wasn't really awake, he wasn't really alone. She was there, buy his side as she always had. she hadn't betrayed him, no not at all. She was as loyal and as forgiving as they come. He was lucky to have her, to call her his own, his mate. A rush of bliss waltzed upon his fur as he could put those rotten thoughts aside. Rising slowly, the male made his way near to her, bending down low into her ear as she still appeared to be asleep. "My darling," he said with a smooth voice, before leaving her alone. It was the saddest part of the day, to depart his wife to survey the packs, to demonstrate his control, but it was best to do so.

The pack was under constant threat of loners. Loners, the pathetic wolves that were so disconnected or so egotistical that they thought they were above any other wolf. They lived on their own, choosing neither path when they reached the fork. Sure, loners would claim "I am perfect because I do not choose sides," yet call others the monsters when they are not so kind. They wanted packs for their resources, but wanted isolation because they refused to share. No figure that the sickest of wolves know their shame as they march into exile.

Ferron, still refreshed yet puzzled by his dreams, soon caught a familiar scent near the border. Skoll, a loyal and tactful Beta Male. The wolf was sauntering back into the camp. By the looks of his stature, empty-minded perhaps, Ferron was puzzled at what this male had been up to. "Skoll, it seems you were patrolling the border on your own?" the alpha accused, surely not knowing any details to infer anything different. Of course, at that moment, a most interesting coincidence happened.

A loud crack, followed by an unintelligible vocal pattern, stirred into the air beyond the border. Oh how ironic, considering that Ferron was just talking to himself about loners. "It seems you must've missed one, Skoll," the alpha said flatly, but with joking intent, "Let me guess, a loner wolf has stumbled across the pack again. My favorite." It surely did not come across that way. Ferron's name was synonymous with order, with perfect control. Any joking was entirely uncharacteristic of who he was. He was not seen by many as a lover, a joker, anything of that sort. Of course, Skoll had a relationship to the alpha that not many had. They were remarkably close, and had been for some time. When you survive the sorts of trials that they had, one would understand.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

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Boulder

Hearing the western pack alpha call him out Boulder entered Ferron's LoS (line of sight) he stated calmly yet also respectively “My apologies. I simply didn’t realize that i had strayed over the border. I’ll leave as soon as possible.” He felt quite uncomfortable being faced by the alpha of the western pack as well as a guard wolf at the same time. Despite being experienced he was quite old and hadn’t fought in years and had only just begun to venture outside of his cave. Plus he was considerably outnumbered. “I will leave now. I wish you all a long and prosperous season. Everyone else does too.” Boulder continued “However though should i know about anything else before i leave?” Suddenly Boulder squinted his eyes shut and growled. Not in anger or aggression but instead because of some form of hidden pain. About a few moments later he swiftly stated “Nothing. Just a minor headache that’s all. Now like i said before unless there is anything else for me to know, I will be leaving immediately.”

Boulder thought “I’m sorry Ice... ...I’ll always remember you.” In Boulder’s head the she-wolf’s sweet voice told him “I’ll always remember you too...”


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[ElectricDandellion]

Naya

Location: On the outskirts of Eastern Pack territory.
Pack: Western

Naya felt the wind blow through her thick pelt, rustling with the leaves above. She trotted back and forth across the line, still contemplating whether or not to take the step forward. Her left front paw reluctantly lifted, greeting the air on the other side of the Eastern territory, but never touching the foreign ground. She took a deep inhale, her damp nose growing cold as she did so. Forest-green eyes scanned the surrounding area; there were no wolves around, and when the wind filled in her nostrils, the scent of wolves were faded- she was alone. No one would find out, her brother wouldn’t get mad, she’d be fine.

It was only a matter of minutes before she’d put her foot down that she heard her name. Unexpectant on the sudden presence of a fellow pack member, she jumped slightly, skittering backwards . Eyes widening, she felt a pit in her stomach at being caught, but soon growled quietly under her breath. It was one of the guards: Lincoln. If Lincoln told her brother...she shook her head in thought. Malin surely would not be too happy to find his sister had wandered so far again, especially after their parents had raised them to stay in the close proximity of the den in the pack, no matter how old they’d become. That was partially the reason why she tended to stray sassy from the territory, not that any of the other wolves knew. Her ears twisted in the direction of their pack, listening for the arrival of anymore wolves.

Eyes locking on Lincoln’s, she felt herself begin to frown, eyes narrowing at his accusatory tone. “Hunting,” She mumbled, her tone sounding truthful. “I had my eye on a buck before you scared it away, further out of our territory. I almost had it,” her eyes snapped in front, trailing into the trees. Her feet were planted firmly in the ground as she stared ahead, before her gaze shot back to Lincoln. “It’s perfectly safe out here, and I’m fine on my own.” Straightening her small frame, she pushed out her chest, trying to make her body seem larger than it was. Naya brushed her right paw against the mud, and at the arrival of Lincoln’s sister, she took the opportunity to hound back off into the woods, dirt becoming airborne behind her as she speeded into the outskirts of Eastern territory.

As she did so, she caught the smell of another wolf, and for a second, she could’ve sworn she saw white fur in the midst of the trees, but instead of following her intrigue, she quickened her pace until she was out of even the outskirts of Eastern Pack territory. Taking a deep inhale, she paused, scuffing her claws in the dirt as she came to an abrupt stop. Ahead of her, a herd of deer. The hairs on her back rose, and she crouched low, her body barely visible beneath the long grass. If there were deer nearby and on her way to her final destination, then she might as well have seized the opportunity and brought one back for the pack. Whilst the scene was still serene, she pounced for the buck, latching onto its neck as it bounced around in pain, the other deer scampering away at the second of her presence.

CRUNCH.

An iron tasting liquid filled her mouth, thick and warm. A few dribbles of crimson dripped from the corner of her mouth, making her white bottom jaw stain with the harsh colour. The buck tipped to one side, and as it did so, she leaped off. Grabbing it with her jaw, she began dragging it backwards, back towards the territory. With a wolf of her size and being on her own, it’d probably take her agood hour to drag the buck back to the pack.
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[JokerValentine]

Ferron- Alpha Male- West Pack

Interacting with: Best Trekkie.
Mentions: Lost

As if on cue, as if it had been scripted to happen. As the loner delivered his lines, looking ever so foolish to the proud alpha, Ferron could not help but turn to his subordinate. Yet they were silent, perhaps expecting him to say something first. After all, this seemingly deranged loner was addressing him. "What you need to know. Hm," Ferron suddenly began, hiding his annoyance, "know that the borders are well marked, loner. We'll start there. You're not welcome here, not unless you have any information that might be of use to us, that is." But even then, that was a stretch. This wolf was odd, the way it talked to itself. Was it sick? Perhaps it was at an early stage of the illness, its mind slowly fleeting. They weren't taking any chances either. Ferron didn't even want him here, in front of him. Loners were always so dangerous, as they were alone for a reason. Either they had disgraced themselves, were sick and dying, or self-centered and mutinous. He wondered which of the three, if not all of them, this wolf was.

Ferron wasn't going to attack, oh no. He was too smart for that, or perhaps too bored. It would be over rather quickly, he was sure of that. His confidence as an alpha bred confidence as a fighter. After all, how might one even get to such a lofty position without bloodshed? Even then, he already had status, this wolf had nothing. He did not even have anyone to talk to, hence his comments to himself. "Before you leave, loner, who might you mean by 'everyone else?' Who might that be," inquired the alpha, his stance raised in a confident posture. Maybe it was an Eastern Pack spy, or maybe he was also a liar. Even then, eastern Pack surely did not wish for any sort of welfare for their pack. They turned their backs on them not that long ago anyways. That much was unforgettable.

 

[Best Trekkie.]

(My post is on my phone so it will be quite short. Sorry bout that)

Boulder

As soon as the alpha finished speaking, dark storm clouds began to gather behind Boulder covering the area in darkness. Narrowing his eyes and showing his chipped canines and teeth Boulder shouted "SILENCE!!! NO WOLF SHALL SPEAK OF ME... ...BOULDER OF THE GREAT STORM NEVERTHELESS!!! I HAVE ONLY SHOWN KINDNESS AND RESPECT AND IN RETURN YOU GIVE ONLY NEGLECT AND DISRESPECT!!!" Suddenly a flash of lightning lit up Boulder's face followed by deafening thunder that seemed to shake the ground.

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[Lost]

Skoll, Western Pack Beta
Pack: Western
Location: Western Territory​

Skoll jumped as he heard Ferron behind him. The young wolf had been so lost in thought that he tuned out his surroundings, a mistake that could have cost him had he not been found by his friend and Alpha.

He opened his maw to respond to Ferron's arrival when the loner, an elderly wolf, appeared. He almost felt bad for the wolf, being caught by the rogue-hating Western Pack Alpha, but that pity dissipated the moment the stranger started to yell.

Skoll was many things, but superstitious was not one of them. So, when lightning struck precisely as the loner spoke, he chose to attribute it to happenstance rather than indulge in delusion. Still, lightning in any form was a tad unnerving, and Skoll preferred to be in camp when any semblance of a storm appeared. With a storm came rain, and with the rain came a damp pelt, much to Skoll's vexation.

The young Beta turned to his Alpha. "I'm almost certain this wolf has lost his wits, Ferron. Best we leave him to his devices and move on, lest he waste more of our time with idle threats."



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Lincoln growled under his breath when Naya took off. He forced himself not to follow her and bite her tail off, patrolling the border while grumbling about disrespectful lying she-wolves. He simply could not stand females sometimes. He walked for a mile in one direction, then turned and came back, not catching any strange scents and letting his mind wander.

Finley​

Eventually, Finley got tired of following her brother and wandered aimlessly off into the forest surrounding their territory. She adored exploring, and with no annoying brother scolding her for every too loud paw step she felt rather at peace. And then the darkness came.

Her fur lay flat on her back as she looked up at the darkening sky, seeing a flash of lightning strike not far away. She curiously trotted closer when she heard yelling, and shrunk down when she saw her Alpha and Beta addressing an unfamiliar wolf. She silently watched, crouching low so as not to be seen and hoping her white pelt wouldn't give her away.


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The dramatic timing of the thunder surely add emphasis to the deranged male's rhetoric. What did it even want? Surely something, as he ignored the alpha's questions as if they were nothing. Hell, what even was respect? He had been honest to the wolf, which he could have surely slaughtered if he wanted to. He told him the truth, that he was not welcome. Even then, it was more disrespectful to avoid the simple questions of the alpha. Of course, Skoll seemed rather fearful to reply at all directly to this loner, but in his assessment he was most likely correct. As a matter of fact, Skoll seemed reluctant to even deal with it. The deranged wolf was not worth their time, and that much was true.

But Ferron was no coward. He was not going to tolerate any aggression towards him. "Skoll, do you take me for one to tolerate any wolf out there to shout at me? I don't walk away, I fight," he questioned his subordinate, his oculars intensely focused on him for a brief second before turning back to the other wolf. "Expect no kindness from me," Ferron said with a low growl, "I am not kind, but I am honest and fair. Loners are not welcome, not at all. Even then, I was 'kind' enough to ask you a question, which you ignored disrespectfully." Ferron could skin this lone wolf if he so wanted, but he was reluctant for now. He did not want to shed more blood, even if it was a deranged loner, but if it meant defend himself he surely would.

"Act politely before the Alpha and Beta of the Western Pack," the alpha seemed to nearly snarl, "and answer the questions I have asked of you, if you have any intention of being seen as anything but an annoyance."

 

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Hearing the Alpha snap back to his face he closed his eyes and the storm clouds began to disperse into nothing ONLY leaving fog to roll in from the forest. As it drifted across the ground all around them Boulder dipped his head in respect and softly stated "Very well. Though I will return with your leadership of this place in mind." Respectfully turning away from the Alpha and Beta wolves fog began to engulf Boulder as he padded away growing less and less visible. The fog began to clear, and Boulder had vanished without a trace.

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Skoll, Western Pack Beta
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When Ferron made no move to stop the aged wolf, the Beta let out a pent-up breath. He had seen the Alpha confront many rogues, both young and old, and few ended as peacefully as this. His comrade hated loners with a passion Skoll could not begin to understand, nor did he find himself wanting to.

The young wolf, after waiting for a moment to ascertain the elder would not reappear, turned back to Ferron. "I'm surprised you let this one go after such callous remarks. It would appear that you are losing your touch, old friend." Skoll jested, a humorous glint in his eyes. To most, such a comment would appear out of line, but the two wolves had known each other for years, had endured both battle and plague side by side. Those experiences had, if nothing else, served to strengthen their friendship.


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The fearless alpha could not help but roll his eyes at Skoll's remarks, as joking as they were. Yet, the alpha surely wasn't going to ignore it. The wolf that was previously so stupid as to challenge Ferron's might had gone away now without bloodshed, but the alpha did not rush to conflict. "Skoll, perhaps this is one thing you have yet to understand," the alpha retorted, a sense of amusement on his voice, "I knew my opponent was going to fold before he even said a word. How do you force an opponent into submission when he has already submitted? I surely do not know myself. But it seems you might." This mysterious loner surely would not have stood a chance against two, perhaps even three wolves if the guards were doing their job right.

"If I turn my back on a single wolf, loner or not," Ferron began, "I've expected them to treat me the same, as if we were equal. But they will come to respect us in time, Skoll. Now we ought to summon the pack together, hm?"