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↪ Location │ Sparring Site xx ↪ Mood │ Ready to Rumble! xx ↪ Company │ Hoping to bump into Cereliaxx ↪OOC │ Yay, Varko's post is up!





By the Great Lupen's whiskers...

Varko groaned out loud as he flipped himself over so that he didn't have Mr. Sunshine blinding him with his rays and then he placed his paw over his eyes to block out the annoyed looks he was given for waking up the others. Urgh. Mornings... The one thing about the day that Varko didn't like. Because it meant that he had to wake up and start sparring. Oh, make no mistake, Varko loved to spar and train, but he detested having to wake up and he hated that groggy feeling that would linger for a while before he was fully awake. Another mournful groan was given, but the brute was quick to spring to his paws when he was alerted with multiple growls coming from various directions and they were all aiming at him. “Okay, okay... I'm up... I'm u-” A yawn fell out before he could stop it and he had to give himself a firm shake to try and eradicate the last fragments of sleep from his mind. Smacking his lips together as he slowly stretched out his back, he glanced around the den and noticed that Cerelia was not inside. 'She always did wake up before I did. Wish I could be more of a morning wolf.' He thought to himself as he slowly padded out of the den and into the light.

Giving the territory of Uktena a quick look over, his eyes fell upon the Providers den where Valora rested with the new addition to their pack, Wynter. He had been the first to have spotted her and while she was skittish at first, she seemed to have warmed up enough to them to be able to share a meal with Goliath. He has still yet to hear her story of how she became to be, all lost and alone in the woods without her parents. It made him wonder what kind of monsters were out there in the wild. He didn't forget the blend of blood on her pelt that belonged to another wolf.

Then there was young Makoce. He hasn't left the poor young fae alone for the past week and it was enough to have Valora drive him away. He has been trying to persuade her young and impressionable mind to become a Warrior. The pack had enough Hunters and Healers and even more Scouts. They were in need of fighters. He has heard of packs with just two Scouts or even two Hunters. But two Warriors? Ever since Bjorr went missing, their little group was not enough to protect a pack as large as Uktena. Cerelia was a strong fighter and could hold her own in any battle, but they were inevitably stronger in numbers. Sighing, the brute shook his head at the lost cause as his ears drooped in his own thoughts. He knew in his heart that the young Novice was keen on becoming a [Insert Role] or [Insert Role]. Still, he always had Angel to pester. Picking himself up again, he trotted out with a spring to his step to start warming up his legs as he made his way down to the sparring area hoping to catch Cerelia there. Hang on... wasn't it mating season soon?

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Rook opened her jaws in a silent yawn as she opened her eyes to stare out in front of her for a moment. Taking time to allow the huntress’s eyes adjusted to the morning light as those around her continued to slumber. Shifting herself a bit to free herself from those who had decided that it was their turn to use her as a pillow. Before she got to her paws and making her way out of the den where she took a moment to shake the dirt from her fur. Going through the same routine that she always went through every morning after first waking up and just like always only after a minute or two. Before Rook was wide awake as if she had been for hours. A burst of energy traveling through her body chasing away any lingering sleep that might have been trying to stick around for the rest of the day.

With the pack well fed there would be no need for her to go hunting and with no sign of either her brother or sister being around at the moment. The playful fae was left to her own devices for a while leaving her to get into any trouble that she might happened to find after being left to do as she pleased for too long. It wasn’t anything new of course, with so much energy just waiting to be used in the body of a wolf with a playful nature like hers. Getting into some kind of mischief every now and again was only to be expected.

Glancing around at the den sight for a moment Rook began to plot her own brand of mischief that morning. Debating just what she wanted to do today and keeping an eye out for any possible candidates to drag into the fun with her. Sure she could always just stick around and see if she could get the pups to play a game with her. If she couldn’t manage to find some other way to entertain herself for a while but she had been spending a lot of time with the pups as it was lately. And she was sure that some of her other pack mates had to be starting to feel neglected at this point.



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[Yukina101]

Where: Forest
With: No one
Why: Gathering
[OOC: word count at 436]

☾Makoce awoke earlier than the other healers in the den and padded gently and softly around them as to not disturb or awaken them before they wanted. They deserved a nice lie in every once in a while, especially with mating season upon them. It was actually one of the reasons the novice was up so early any way, every season they ran low on some herb or berry that could otherwise help some poor wolf either with spring hay fever or problems with birthing. Never failed. So she decided she would be ahead this time and go out every morning to gather up these needed supplies before the sun got too high and the heat unbearable against her still thick coat. Although she was shedding nearly by the pound she still had a lot of her winter coat that clung to her frame that she needed to lose.

Once she was outside the den she saw that she wasn't the only one of the early risers and already spotted Rook with that playful determined look in her eye. Probably trying to find another hunter or a pup to cause mischief with. That thought in mind she stayed clear of the other fae not wanting to be deterred from her plans but she did offer her a soft yip in greeting before walking past her towards the forest. The forest floor felt soft and cool against the pads of her paws as she padded through the dense woods with her eyes trained for the familiar shapes and shades of herbs and berries she was hunting for. Makoce had just spotted a nice branch of eucalyptus when a squirrel crossed her path. The squirrel. Her eyes narrowed as she eyed the arrogant troublesome creature. How dare it cross her path like it owned the forest! As if knowing her thoughts it turned towards her and did it's annoying clicking clucking sound before aiming an acorn at her face and succeeding causing her to growl. This nuisance dies today! She crouched low with her growl still rumbling in her chest and throat while her tail laid flat against her rump as she stared down the bothersome creature. She didn't move until she spotted the tiniest twitch of its tail and then pounced upon it with a bark and her teeth bared. The two struggled for a handful of minutes kicking up dirty and leaves until the squirrel escaped again but squeaking madly and fearfully while Makoce rumbled proudly with tufts of small brown fur laid trap in her teeth and snout. Now back to her mission! ☽

[Breathe Disaster]

ooc: bare with me as I try to get back into the swing of things. • ωιтн: Ronja. • ʟocαтιoɴ: Sioux Densite.

Like any female in the pack, breeding season had tensions high. With the Alpha male still up for grabs, many of the females in the pack were high strung and ready for a fight. Nox was aggressive during this time, but she never sought out a fight. If a female wanted to bring a fight to her, so be it. However, lately her mind has constantly been wandering to visions and thoughts of her having a family. Her having a mate to care about her and so on. Of course, like any sensible female - her eyes were on Azazel. As much as she loved games and competitions, this was something she was rather afraid of. She was afraid that if she put her heart into it all, put her time and effort.. She would only end up heartbroken. However, waiting on the sidelines was doing just the same. Every time she spotted the male with another female her heart was pulled in a million directions. Though she would constantly keep her maw shut, knowing it wasn't her place to pick a mate for the Alpha.

As the sun slowly started to rise, Nox had been up like usual. Her eyes scanned the densite and her body stayed completely still. She hardly slept, her mind worked far to much to sleep half the time. With a soft sigh, her head turned towards the den as wolves started to slowly emerge. It was practically the first day of breeding season, and there was bound to be some scuffles today. With a snort, her ember eyes turned back towards the tree lines. She debated on leaving the den site, going for a nice run and maybe finding something to toy with and kill. That would make her morning just perfect! However, she felt the need to stick close and not stray to far. It wasn't out of fear, but maybe jealousy. What if she left and some fae came in and swooped Azazel right up? Growling suddenly, Nox shook her head violently. She really had to stop thinking about the male. Getting hopes up wasn't a smart idea.

Her claws dug into the ground and she stared for a while at the dirt beneath her. Her ears flickered and finally she turned her eyes away to see the hunter known as Ronja near by. Nox didn't mind her, but she wouldn't call her a close friend currently. The only one Nox was truly close to was Xira. No one else would get her full undivided attention.

Feeling a bit social, the black hued fae pushed herself out of her sitting position and moved towards the hunter. "Mornin' Ronja." Nox said in a gentle voice before sitting beside the fae. "Think we'll be hunting at all today? Or soon rather.." She was trying to spark some conversation, however her mind was quick to wander right back to breeding season "Wonder how this breeding season will go. Have your eyes set on any brutes?" She chuckled and gave a playful smirk, wondering who the huntress had eyes on.

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xxxxO n e short week ago Azazel was content watching his pack more or less pull one another apart, when it was getting to serious he would step in. After all, Storm had a great grip on Jah's throat and if she was able to move her fangs a little farther she could puncture his throat resulting him bleeding out. A lot of things could have went bad that day, which is why Azazel stepped in and told them to end it. If they hadn't listened to them they would definitely practiced physical force on their asses. However, the pack clearly knew how to listen and listen well, for the consequences could be rather grave if they weren't cautious. Second changes were extremely rare with this brute and you must be the bees knees if you were to obtain a second chance from this ruthless Alpha Male. He never needed second chances, for he never needed them he was that good, and those within his pack should essentially be the same or be deemed too weak and killed. Simple at that.

xxxxT h i s morning, as every other morning the lazy Alpha was laying within his risen stone den sleeping away like he did every morning. Perhaps he sleeps in or too long compared to most other wolves but he didn't give two shits. A sleepy Azazel was a grumpy Azazel, and no one wants that. The brute woke up this morning peacefully for once, nothing really woke him up, however he still did not want to be awake yet. Rolling over onto his side he stretched his legs out both ways and grunted loudly then just remained to lay there like a bump on a log. Several minutes had passed and he laid there without being able to sleep any further he snarled within the cave which echoed making it much louder but it hadn't bothered him any.

xxxxE m e r g i n g from the den he stood atop the raised rock and looked out along his densite at the wolves and waited until he seen something of interest before hopping down. Today, Aerona and Akela caught his attention, tension seemed to be high between the two faes and he smirked, not able to wait to get involved. Sure, he was going to interrupt but he just didn't give two ******** really. Let them snarl and snap, he'd do it right back without a second thought. As he walked up lagged back a bit so he could listen in on the conversation a bit, there seemed to be an issue in regards to Akela sitting upon a tall trunk or something. A devilish smirk spread across his face as he moved closer just in time to hear the multicolored fae speak of her "unfortunate status of rank" which made him curious slightly. "Dear Aerona, are you jealous that Akela can climb to higher spots than you? Had you felt inferior because she was much higher up than you?" he taunted getting closer to the two. It was mating season and every single fae within the pack was setting of extremely tempting scents that made his loins ache with lustful intentions. All but Aerona after getting closer to her she gave off this scent that made him want to physically back away from her something that made his stomach turn but he did not know why. Looking towards Akela he winked at her charmingly, he was curious as to what these two faes were going to reply back with to his taunts.








OOC; I kinda thought both packs would have fed recently,
but do those playing Sioux wolves really want a hunt to take place?
It's kinda unlike Sioux to do so.
Word Count; 584

Images created by Pax Britannica

[Panda Leya]

That day in the woods a week prior still haunted Azexira's thoughts, lingering in the back of her head. Everything about the argument with Nycro seemed out of place compared to the events that followed. Lukav had been the one to find her, but he hadn't counted at the time, not while he was still to young to understand just how complex things worked out to be. It was Vetis that had grabbed her attention that day, that annoying tingling sensation she had gotten when his fur brushed against hers. Xira shivered now even just thinking about it. It was all just an over abundance of energy in the air. Static shock. This is what she was telling herself to stay sane, because telling her brother she was considering a brute was not an option. Not when she still wasn't too sure about it herself. She was determined to figure it all out, just whether or not this was just a little bit of static, or something more. For the remainder of the week she had avoided the brute, not wanting to look her biggest problem face to face. She had told him about what she had found at the mountains, that she was unsure what their intentions were, but that indeed, Fisnae had been with Nycro, and yet Vetis had yet to tell anyone what he planned to do with the information.

A soft grunt managed to escape the female as she rolled onto her stomach, preparing to rise to her feet. 'Vetis, Vetis...Vetis His name sickened her like the plague and brought a smile to her lips at the same time. It was pathetic, and she knew it, and so she vowed to ignore it, despite that she had vowed this a few days prior yet here she was, running through the last week like a shaman's curse. It was nothing. She had told herself that too. Her thoughts of him were for no reason other than curiosity of what he would do with the knowledge she gave him. Any other connections she felt for him, were bais. Based on nothing but her undying need to care for Lukav. Finally satisfied with her thoughts, Xira scrambled to her feet and made her way out of the den into the cool dawn breeze. It was still early, but the day showed potential to be a good one. She stifled a yawn and gazed around the site, wondering what all the Sioux wolves were making of the morning, and more importantly, who she could pester first without causing a riot. Meera. Azexira's eyes fell on the fae like dead weights, not bothering to look around for the annoying little pelts that normally accompanied the female. Still without mumbling a word, the brightly hued warrior padded her way over to the other female looking her over as if she was sizing her up.

Poor Meera. Here in the heights of mating season and the provider was too busy with some other b***h's pups to even consider having her own. Xira wondered, even if only for a moment, if the mother of the pups even still remembered she had them, seeing as everytime she had seen the darker female she was accompanied by them. At least Vetis came back to care for his own adoptive son. Azexira snarled at the thought, it had been five minutes and her self oath was already trashed. She was going to rip out his throat the next time she saw him, just to assure herself that all of this...hopeless fawning, meant about as much to her as the dirt under her paws. Finally realizing she had growled out loud, the female's golden eyes shifted to Meera's icy blue ones for a reaction. "Oh sweet Meera, obviously that was not meant for you." Sweet Meera. Yeah, she would be sure to never repeat those words again, but it was better than apologizing to the provider for her foul mood, or better still, trying to explain it's reasoning. Xira rolled her eyes and looked back over her shoulder, her gaze following the direction of Meera's. "So how is the newest generation of mutilation coming along?" She meant the puppy pack of course. "I do hope you don't pamper them too much. I have a feeling my brother may kill any he doesn't feel...will live up to Sioux." It sounded like a cruel thing to say, even to the slightly twisted fae, the words still sounded harsh, but it was a highly likely assumption. Sioux had no time or place for weaknesses, and a litter of b*****d pups would either prove their worth as they aged, or they would be dealt with. The strong, the fighters, they were normally kept around. But the timid or the weak, as Xira had been as a pup, almost never got lucky, because not everyone could be Vyra's only daughter.

where → densite xxx with → meera xxx thinking → poor meera, all this effort for nothing xxx ooc → let me know if I should change anything xxx

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↪ Location │ On her fav rock overlooking her den. xx ↪ Mood │ Thinking too much and being careful. xx ↪ Company │ Xiraxx ↪OOC │ Rambling....





In the coolness of the shade that came from the tree that shielded her resting rock where she laid contently on her back, the world passed by quietly and for a fae that was constantly surrounded by pups, she had learned to keep a good sense of hearing to pick up a singular yip from the crowd of barking puppies. And with nothing but the sounds of birds chirping, the wind whistling through the trees and the soft murmurs of her pack mates conversing amongst themselves below from her perch, Meera had for a moment thought she may have perhaps gone deaf. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears and how loud her own breathe sounded with every intake. The world around her suddenly felt very large and in turn she felt tiny. Was this what it was like? To be alone? To be without a pack or a mate? Fear seem to grip at her heart as her breathing accelerated as the fleeting thought of loosing Talon to another fae crept into her mind.

Yip!

In a split second, Meera rolled on her front, her breathing halted as she watched one of her pups dart back quickly into the den and back to the safety of its litter mates as the Provider watched from above with furrowed brows. It seems that she has allowed her mind to delve into the darkness of her inner struggles and relive the painful memory of her past. It was rare for her to be brought to such fear for her own future, but then again, it was rare for her to be alone and free from her duties. She was constantly surrounded by the young lives of the pack and she did it so willingly so that she may never truly be alone. But perhaps the approaching season of when mates come together to find unity has also left her feeling afraid. She truly did feel love for Talon, but was she really enough for him? He was a wolf that was free to run and go as he pleased, but Meera was always anchored down by a weight that kept her by the dens. She couldn't offer him anything that the other faes could. Unless she appealed to Azazel to release her from her role as Provider when the last batch of pups have overgrown their stay, but could she even make herself leave her duties to another wolf from Sioux. She has yet to meet another who had a heart. There were a few, maybe, but they were already appointed roles within the pack and none of them exhibited interest in the young.

Her eyes darkened as she watched her Alpha approach two faes and seemed to taunt them into a reaction. That made a question linger in her mind... Should she fight for Talon's affection if another fae was to approach her Hunter? Should she be like the other faes that vie for her intendeds affection as they did with Azazel? It seemed rather unromantic. If she was all he ever wanted, then that should be what determines their love. If his eyes strayed to another fae, then she'd be no different than Zheana. Longing after a wolf that only picked out what interested him for the time being. She was not going to be like them. Her mate will only have eyes for her.

An ear twitched back but the rest of her didn't move as a low growl rumbled beside her. The scent that came off the wolf told the Provider who she was being visited by and she couldn't help the slight roll of her eyes. If Xira was choosing Meera to pick on, that means that the Warrior really was bored. “Good morning, Azexira.” She greeted the fae out of simple respect that she was sister to the packs Alpha. Not many were treated quite as nice. She flicked her tail so that it curled around her side to avoid the Warrior getting any ideas to toy with it like the young pups do. “If it were so, then I hope he will bestow me the honor of ending their precious lives by my own fangs, again.” Finally, the Provider turned her unwavering gaze away from the her den to look upon the Alpha's sibling. “What's the matter Xira? I'm not your usual play thing.” She turned her head to the side, watching the female carefully, still in her rested position on the ground. She didn't particularly feel intimidated by the fae, she didn't really feel intimidated by majority of the wolves in Sioux, but not knowing Xira's agenda was throwing her off her game.








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[iBluezuki]

"Even more treacherous then he is attractive, he's never uttered not a single word without some dishonorable intention;
Every fae he has successfully pursued has regretted it...stay away from him."

Over the last week, Hati had been doing nothing more than resting to allow how wounds to heal due to the Healers insisting on it. Zheana was the first one to bring him food, although Whisper had done so as well. The shy fae had rarely came to see him, even after having found out that he was wounded during their last hunt and Hati could only guess why. That damned brute, Ghost. He sought out the opportunity the moment he was out of commision, and the large eurasian brute didn't doubt it, although the brute was a decent friend, he was usually 'nice' about keeping his own thoughts to himself whereas the massive brute barely did so himself. Hati loathed nothing more than laying about the healer's doing nothing, though it was not as bad as it seemed, considering Zheana had been kind enough to visit him regularly and update him on the outside world. Hati could sense her comfort during their conversations, the desire to open up and feel a little more 'free' when she was around him but still withheld the mystery that kept him highly intrigued. The brute could even notice her get slightly flustered at the mention of their fellow Scout, Whisper, truth be told, Hati's past involves one to many females to count and he could read them just as easy as they knew themselves, the only one he found himself having trouble reading is but the pack's ivory beauty herself, Zheana.

Today was the day that Hati was discharged from the den and allowed to go back on duty, much to his relief, another day there and he wouldn't have hesitated to snap. The moment he took a step outside, the heavy musky scent of faes caressed his nose gently, telling him that breeding season had begun. Having been in the Healer's den for a whole week, the smell of herbs, roots, and mits masked the smell of females in heat. The stiffening within his sheath was a clear announcement of his excitement, though one could barely see, his green-yellow hues searched frantically for the one innocent fae that caught his heart. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found. Deciding to put his search for her on hold, Hati scanned around for Goliath, wishing to seek an audience with him and discuss his wishes of changing ranks. This was something he had not told anyone, that including Zheana herself. Although the rank had served him well, his built barely permitted him to move swifter than the other Scouts. Hati was bred and born a warrior...not a Scout, his size and muscles screamed it to the world.

His uniquely colored hues landed upon the equally large alpha, however, the brute was leaving the den. Hati scoffed in annoyance, seeing that his audience would have to wait longer than he actually wanted it to. Rotating his shoulders and stretching out his forepaws, he began to test the muscles on his chest. None pained him and no scars were left behind thanks to their extra care, this made him shove a mental note to thank them properly later. Looking around one last time for Whisper, he noticed that she indeed was not at the den site, and upon looking for a second longer he also noticed that Ghost was nowhere to be found either. His hackles rose as his muzzle wrinkled slightly, his paws carrying him outside the den site quickly and swiftly. 'That sly piece of s**t...' He growled in his head, his pace quickening with his heart rate as paranoia began to settle in his chest. There was no way Whisper could fall for a scrawny mutt like him, there was just no ******** way!

His trot was quick to turn into a run, though a flash of white came into his view for a split second. Coming to a halt, he looked in the direction that it had taken off to. Well that was...odd. Having been a Scout came with it's perks in quickly catching quick movements such as the one he just saw. Upon coming with the conclusion that it was just a rabbit, he continued onward, nose hovering above the ground as he tracked down the fae and the brute he was searching for. Hati knew not where he was going, but was merely searching for her scent, that was until he realized that she might be at her favorite spot. Perking up, he was quick to change directions. It took the brute a while, but he managed to arrive at the spot, his eyes narrowing and hackles rising as he saw just how close Whisper was to Ghost. The look in her beautiful golden eyes said it all, there was an attraction and Hati was not about to have it. The brute waited but for a moment longer before stepping out himself, a fake smile that to those that didn't know him as well as he knew himself would think of it at real. "So, this is where you guys are!" He approached the two casually before taking a seat next to Whisper. "I hope I'm not interrupting you two, you know what thoughts an Alpha could have should a fae and a brute spend time alone away from the den for far to long." When Whisper's eyes were away from Hati's face, the brute wrinkled his muzzle at him distastefully. Hati knew very well of Ghost's own interest towards Whisper since day one, and he was sure the brute himself knew of Hati's own feelings towards her as well, surely he wasn't that ignorant. Not only so, the brute had probably been spending a lot of time with her while he was out of commission, but not this time, and Hati would gladly oblige to any challenges he'd throw his way. ""


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Since Talon had teased her about sleeping in too late last week, Ronja had been working hard on waking early. Especially since she had decided to ask Azazel for a new rank. So each day, she would wake up early and go on long excursions. Sometimes, she even managed to wake before Talon did! She couldn't help but feel a little smug when this happened. It looked like today was one of those mornings. She hadn't looked for him in the den, she'd still been sleepy, she'd simply walked out and stretched, blinking the sleep from her eyes. It was a beautiful spring morning. The air was fresh, the earth beneath her paws cool, and dew still decorated the plants around her.
But upon her next breath, she caught the scent of fae aroma. She'd nearly forgotten that it was the beginning the breeding season. It was terrible in this pack. It happened every moon, and the faes always got so aggressive. Normally, it was the males who fought during the breeding season. But in Sioux, the faes belonged to Azazel, so there was no reason for the other brutes to fight. That meant that all of the faes attacked each other, some vying for Azazel's attention, others just letting out pent up aggression. Ronja tried to lay low during this time of the month. She was interested in mating, period. At least, not yet. So she'd leave it to the other faes to tear each other to pieces.
Ronja glanced over as her named was called, her tail thumping against the ground slowly as Nox approached. "Oh, good morning, Nox." Nox was one of the nicer faes around. Or rather, she wasn't so vile. Certainly not a wolf to underestimate, but Nox never bullied her around. Which Ronja liked. "I doubt it. Our last meal wasn't very long ago. I don't think Azazel will send anyone out." Ronja shifted her weight nervously then, eyes glancing away for a moment. It wasn't as if what was on her mind was a bad thing, or could get her in trouble. But she was still nervous to express it to any of the other wolves. What if they disapproved?
Much to the she-wolf's relief, Nox quickly changed the subject to the breeding season. Feeling her pelt heat up, Ronja shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm not interested in finding a mate just yet. Guess I just haven't found the right brute. How about you? Have you hopes of winning Azazel's favor?" Most of the faes did. Whether it was because Azazel was kind of the only option, or if the alpha was really that desirable, Ronja wasn't sure. She supposed she was still naive in that aspect. "I'm hoping to talk to him later. I'd like to ask him for a change of rank. A position as a scout would suit me better, I think. At least, I'd have an excuse to leave the den. Especially during times like these." In fact, Ronja planned on heading out as soon as she talked to the alpha. His scent was in the air, but it took a few moments of glancing around before her eyes finally rested upon the form of their alpha. He was outside of the den, speaking with none other than her own sister, along with Aerona. Her ears flicked back for a moment, wondering what he would want with the two. A pang of jealousy settled in the pit of her stomach. "I know it sounds terrible. But I hope she doesn't impress him.... She makes me look bad." In that Ronja thought her sister was better than she. It didn't help that she acted like it all of the time. And though they shared similar skills, Akela's where much more finely tuned than hers.
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[Lady Ruee]

Yukina101

Im done editing this post. I think. Still shotty though :/

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Den site -> Forestxxｗｉｔｈ: Rook -> Makocexxɱｏｏｄ: Im alive and great! But why am i always a fool in front of Rook? :/ xxｏｏｃ: Ridiculously choppy and icky for a first post ;D but meet Cato!


Cato yawned softly after stirring,it seemd a few others had stirred as well and rose as he did. Shaking out his thick pelt, he could feel it stick to him from the morning dew and figured this might be one of those days to seek refuge from the oncoming warmth and heat of the day. Unlike many of the others, Cato had a very thick pelt all year round. Though it thinned during the spring and summer months, like his sister Cerelia, they usually had a thicker, fluffier furred coat. Moving to a small puddle barely the side of his head, he lapped up what water it offered him before glancing about to see if he could find his sister or someone else to pace after.

After being home for a few days and relaxing from his task of escorting a rogue wolf far from their territory whod posed a great problem to his pack, he had taken special care to watch the norders of sioux for any movement on his way back. It seemed theyd been too far into their territory to keep a proper watch on, something which had disappointed him greatly considering he had wanted to give some sort of news update to their alpha upon his return. The only thing he could give Goliath was he smelt some poor wolfs blood and death drifting down to their border. He could only feel pity and anger for the malice of this devilish pack that encroached on their territory.

His eyes caught sight of Makoce greeting Rook and wondering towards the edge of the den site where the ferns and brush started to pick up, making his eyes lose sight of the novice healer. Not having seen another accompany her, perhaps it was a good idea to follow after the young she wolf just too make sure she was alright. He didnt doubt her ability to take care of herself, but perhaps it wasnt such a bad idea to keep her company. Besides, maybe she was looking for herbs and could use an extra set of paws and eyes. Pacing over to Rook he gave her jaw and cheek a few affectionate licks in greeting, brushing his head under hers before nipping her shoulder playfully. ""Good morning beautiful!
You look awfully mischievous this morning, dont go too hard on the poor soul who you're going to torment" he joked. Smiling softly, his tongue lolled a moment before he streetched, fighting the urge for more goofy affections that he was well known for. By now, most of the wolves in Uktena knew that he and his sister were just overly loving wolves, whether they meant to be in your space or not. It was how they grew up and it was every big a part of them as their silvery pelts. They just, well. They just loved to love!

Glancing back to where he had seen Makoce disappear to, he glanced back at the fae by his side and bumped her softly. "I think i might join our novice healer for whatever she went off to do this morning, just to keep an eye out for any trouble. I was thinking, maybe when I get back, we can maybe go on a hunt together? Or we dont have too. Of ocurse we could always do something else if you wanted too." his offer a little on the rambling side, but he occasionally lost his words around the pretty fae and now just seemed to be one of those times. After receiving her reply, he would dip his head and continue on his way, pacing after Makoce. Having lagged behind before, he caught up to her just in time to see the little scuffle with the squirrel and stifled back a bit of laughter.

"Now what did that poor little squirrel ever do to you?" his tone was light, humorous as he came forward to greet her, brushing along her side before shaking out his pelt. It wasnt quite full day yet, but Cato was enjoying the morning and seemed thoroughly pleased to be awake and alive. "Do you mind if I join you? I was thinking, if you were going to be out and about, maybe an extra set of paws would be good if you needed help with anything? If youre out searching for herbs, maybe you could teach me something. his voice was soft. He always enjoyed listening to the healers talk about some of the things they knew learning a few of the herbs so if he was out he could bring some back for them which he had done quite a few times before with the few things he knew. Truthfully, Cato mostly knew only of the weeds such as dandelions and knew they could always use cobwebs and honeycombs if they were ever lucky enough to stumble upon those. He was not one wolf who was particularly fond of bees or wasps having been stung many times on the nose and face after falling headfirst into an underground nest.

[Vespertine Vagabond]

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Wandering in the forest near the Sioux den site
ｗｉｔｈ : No one (for now)
ｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎ : Just wanting to enjoy some time in the forest
ｏｏｃ : Open for interaction~

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Lukav found himself waking up that morning from an incredible dream. In it, he had been a full grown adult, tall and sleek but well muscled. His abyssal blue green eyes were a lovely complement to his healthy, light russet coat. In the dream, he had taken the role of a hunter and had actually been appointed the delta of the pack by the aging Azazel. He was out leading a hunt when his group came across a large bull bison that had separated itself from the rest of the herd. Though it was a challenge and a risk, the pack needed to eat, and Lukav and the hunters agreed that they could pull off the kill. They had very much grown into Sioux wolves, confident in their strength and tenacity.

The hunt commenced with the wolves spreading out to flank the bulky animal on both sides as they approached from downwind. A chase ensued, a long one that managed to tire out the animal that eventually turned to try to fight off the wolves when it could run no longer. Lukav orchestrated a series of light attacks meant to further wear down the beast. The blood that dripped from the small bites and tears only seemed to give Lukav and his hunters more bloodlust and determination. Eventually, the animal was worn down enough for Lukav to go in and take a crushing bite onto the animal’s neck, the other wolves going in to force the animal to the ground. It was a successful hunt with only minimal injuries; the rest of the pack would be proud of his and his hunters’ skills…

The drowsy pup groaned as he left unconsciousness, not eager to wake from the pleasant dream. In the week since his outing with Vetis and the hunting mistake with the rabbit he had been practicing more and more. All the hunting practice had him dreaming about it, and the dreams were often satisfyingly more successful than his hunts. But he was getting better each day, and he was gradually discovering that his passion lay in the hunt as opposed to scouting, which was originally what he believed he would do when he was older. Rising from his spot inside the den, Lukav quickly trotted out, not even looking to see if his father was awake or out scouting. When he was outside the den, he peered around to see who was awake. He wanted to go out to the forest for a little while, maybe to try hunting but also just to get some time to himself on the nice morning.

He saw Azexira chatting with Meera which was a good thing. Those two were the most likely besides Vetis to bother the pup at all since most of the other wolves wanted nothing to do with pups. And he was completely fine with that since it allowed him to do as he pleased for the most part. Even though the two faes were preoccupied with each other, Lukav knew well enough the perceptive eyes and ears of the female wolves that cared for pups. Instead of trying to sneak past them (which would be futile), he simply strolled casually out of the main area and into the forest as if he was meant to be doing so. He wasn’t sure if either of them would notice or care, but he wanted to get whatever alone time he could until someone came out to get him.

The pup ambled along one of the paths that Vetis commonly took when scouting the forest. It was a very mild morning and the day was looking to be good. The pup wondered what he should do that day. Maybe he could try his paw at fishing in the shallows of the river? On such a sunny, warm day a dip in the waters would be pretty nice and maybe even fun in the company of the other pups (even if he typically thought the others to be pretty immature and annoying). They were still the only other wolves his size and age that he could play with since the adults of Sioux could care less for “play” unless it was in the form of excessive fighting and snapping at each other. Lukav continued to wander along the path, sometimes straying off of it, but not going too far from the den site.


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[Vespertine Vagabond]

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Sioux den sitexxxｗｉｔｈ: No onexxxｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎ: Grumpy, angsty, bored, the usualxxxｏｏｃ: Lame post, but he's open for bothering~

As Kune woke up he was greeted by the faint yet ever familiar scent that always came with one of his most hated times… Mating season. Though at a former time in his life the brute might have enjoyed the season and may have even looked forward to the prospect of perhaps snagging a mate, those times were long gone. His chances were already slim since the beginning due to his being a runt and thus a bit smaller than your average Sioux male, but now he was marred with various scars and didn’t even hold a position within the pack. He figured he could be a scout if he really wanted, but why bother? It was easier to do nothing. In any case, even if he could attract a mate, he didn’t particularly want one. He felt no love or affection for any of the females in Sioux and they likely reciprocated those feelings for him, or didn’t even acknowledge his existence. It was no skin of his back as long as he could remain amongst the strong Sioux pack and continue living as comfortably as he could until the end of his days.

He heaved himself off the dirt floor of the den and shook himself lazily, stirring up a small cloud of dust from his coat. As he slinked out into the brightening morning, his snout wrinkled. The scent of females was even stronger out here. Oh look, there’s Azazel trying to get some bitches to fight. Heh, they won’t take any of that weak bait. The poor idiot is a brutish pup compared to the intellect of some of the females in this pack. He may think they all want him, but they just want his title. Kune thought to himself as he walked across the den site, passing the trio composed of the leader, the healer, and the warrior. Though he didn’t care for the females of Sioux, he respected the fact that the majority of them were strong and had good heads on their shoulders, even if their minds were often twisted and malicious as well. And Kune held no care for Azazel. Though he was the leader and Kune didn’t want to anger him for the sake of his own safety, he still held no true respect for the brute. There were definitely others more capable of leading, he felt…

Kune quickly veered away from Meera and Azexira as well, not wanting to be anywhere near any females (especially the fae his brother seemed to have eyes on) or any of the pups either. He figured today would be yet another day spent avoiding the others, and with mating season it would also be spent trying to ignore the prevalent odor in the air. He found himself a spot under the shade of a tree and allowed himself to lay down and rest beneath it, prepared to shoot a scowl at anyone if they felt some desire to approach him. He contemplated trying to snag himself a snack later, but for now he wasn't terribly hungry and was content just lazing about like usual.

[Yukina101]

Thy Lady Ryuusei

Where: Forest
With: Cato
Why: Gathering...and making a fool of myself
[OOC: word count at 704]

☾Makoce jumped at the humorous voice behind her only to give a sigh of relief when she saw it was only Cato and not one of the healers who had seen her, erm, little display. She shivered lightly at the close contact as he brushed against her side but she wasn't as nervous as she might have been with the other male wolves. She, like the others, knew he and his sister Cerelia were just affectionate wolves and since she was a pup she had been jealous of their closeness and affection. Her own brothers hadn't wanted much to do with her, least of all her own father, so most of her youth was spent getting her affection from either one of the older wolves of by an actual healer. Even know it was sometimes hard to initiate contact with someone but she was slowly getting better. Slowly. "I-it acts like it o-owns the place, stupid thing. A-and it has the audacity to t-throw nuts at me!" she said indignantly. She was a wolf, not exactly a big wolf but a wolf at least twenty times its puny size how dare it act bigger than itself! But mostly it was because of the acorn throwing.

At Cato's request to join her for her search Makoce grinned happily and nodded, it was always nice to have an extra set of eyes and nose to help. "T-that would be g-great! I-I'm mainly looking for herbs and l-leaves that help to sooth or heal. Mating season and the consequent b-birthing season is always hard because of all the a-accidents that can happen. she said matter-of-factly. She went back to the foliage she had been about to look through before that thrice-blasted squirrel came into her vision. The young fae looked down embarrassed as the male suggested that she could teach her about some of the herbs that she searches for and shrugged not looking at him. "M-maybe. I-if you think you can k-keep up that is." she teased lightly before looking around and suddenly gave a yip of excitement at what she found. To be sure it was what she thought it was Makoce looked around for the tell-tale bird and soon found a couple hummingbirds zipping away to find their breakfast causing her tail to wag happily. "These are hummingbird tree leaves! We usually don't get a lot of these because we never know or can follow where the birds go to find them. The leaves aren't really good for most medicines but they're perfect for poisons." the young fae lost her nervousness and tremor when talking about the things she loved, namely healing and the forest around her. She gathered a good bundle with her teeth from the lowest branch before happily jogging off in another search. Makoce placed the bundle next to the already small huddle of mint leaves she had gathered just at the edge of the forest, she thought it would be better to just have a mound of items ready to go rather than carrying each one in her mouth for risk of mixing them up. It was when she was about to go back to the tree she spotted some vines off to the side and went to investigate. The leaves looked like ones she had seen Abadiah ingest and thought that they might help with stiff limbs and arthritis. The only problem she could see was that they were a bit high up for the young fae. She took a few steps back, crouched low, and took a running leap for the vine only to fall short and end up doing a tumble into some leaves. She was not hurt, but she couldn't say the same for her pride since she had just done this in front of Cato. "Umm, C-Cato? Can you reach those vines and get the l-leaves? They're important for arthritis and umm, coughs." she explained managing to roll herself offer and shake most of the excess leaves from her body and head still embarrassed over what had just happened. ☽

[Althoci]

Acid Candy Drops

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Honey colored orbs eyed the beauty as she moved closer and sat down by his side. He smiled idly and raised a eyebrow. "Your scent is too good to be masked by such filth" he commented in return and smirked slightly. To him she still had the same scent, even more intoxicating now that mating season was up and going. Though he could smell quite a few other strange and unknown scents on her it hardly mattered. He really didn't like the uktena much, yet he hardly cared about the. Honestly he didn't understand Azazel need to wipe them out, there was something called too much power. Oh well, Jah would do what he was told to do, just to stay alive. And if that meant killing every mutt in the forest, then so be it.

Tilting his head he grimaced at the mention of his healing wound and made a disgusted face. "Well you know, if you can't survive on your own you dead" he mumbled in slight annoyance, not towards her, but just the pack in general. Seriously there was nobody he could trust in Sioux. Not even this amazing scout which was now next to him, even if she was one of the best he knew. She could be just as viscous as anybody else in Sioux. He would not explain why he got the wound in the first place, he did not want to complain, neither did he think she had any actual interest in his story. Not wanting to bother her with such petty things he just tried to smirk.

Then she started pacing and he raised a eyebrow. "It's nice to see you too Zeh" he said honestly with a slight smirk, watching her walk around, wondering why Zeh was so restless. But it was soon made clear what was bothering the snow white wolf. "They are fighting for him left and right" he replied, not quite sure what to say, because there was no right answer. At times it was impossible to say what Azazel would do or choose. "No one has mated with him as far as I know" he added, knowing that this was what she was wondering, had the oh so amazing leader been taken? "I'm sure he thinks every fae in the forest belongs to him" he mentioned in a low tone, rolling his eyes and scoffing. He wasn't even jealous, he could hardly care if half the world wanted the brute. Jah had no interest in cubs anyways. It was just quite hilarious that every female, or so it seemed, was vowing for his attention, when they would most likely never get him alone.

"Though, he'd be stupid not to choose you" he suddenly said, his honey hues eyeing the beauty. Jawaahzi did not like the other, however he admired her and no wolf could deny her courage, loyalty or talent. "After all, you've done more then enough for him" he added with a slight crooked smile.

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