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Fisnae was curled up and dreaming of her favorite thing hunting along side Nycro with her brother in tow pride beaming off his maw. Her muscle twitched as she slept her body was fired up and ready to do some running. All too soon she heard a howl from the alpha and she was awoken with a snarl. The icy white wolf next to her had about the same reaction, she couldn’t help but chuckle at him. He always seemed to be a grumpy brute when he woke up unless she did it, and no matter how she woke him up after a second he was perfectly okay with it, however as she had not woken him up, he seemed all kinds of grumpy. Her almost white yellow hues focused on the brute before she swatted her paw at him hoping to get him in a slightly better mood, when he was grumpy there was no fun for her.

As far as she could tell the two were courting quite nicely, although as any wolves in Sioux she had kept her feelings to herself and he has as well. She knew that Azazel would be all kinds of bent out of shape if they started acting all lovely dovey but in truth, the two sadistic hunters were nearing love. At least as close as the two could get. Watching him rise she growled at him for nipping her ears but the growl was playfully aggressive. She flicked her ears away from him but still they got caught between his fangs. When he moved slightly she stood up and shook out her multihued pelt. Stretching out her limbs she yawned and whined at the end. Her eyes danced around the area where Azazel was making a big deal about killing some wolves. She snorted internally and huffed, of course he killed wolves, he was the damn alpha, and in this pack any sign of weakness and he would have been overthrown.

She went to speak to Nycro who seemed to have moved forward and toward the bodies. She glared at him her muzzle wrinkling, that b*****d she thought and when she noticed him returning with meat in his maw she lost the glare but still thought he was a s**t for leaving her side in the first place. Dropping the meat at her paws her lips rose to expose her fangs, she gently closed them around some of the fur of her Nycro. “For me? Why you shouldn’t have.” She growled as she held her paw on a chuck to rip off a piece of meat so it was bite sized. She chewed and repeated the same action until she was finished the meat he had brought to her.

She licked the blood from her muzzle and looked at Nycro as he spoke to her, her ears flicked and she smirked. “I agree, it would be quite a bit of fun.” She said before looking at the alpha who seemed in company of the rest of the pack, she wasn’t about to kiss his a** over killing something he should do daily if not hourly. She growled as he rubbed against her in a pleasing way, she was sure that both the wolves reeked of each other but she thoroughly enjoy the mixed scents. She grabbed a small chuck of his fur and lightly pulled before she licked at his muzzle. “If we are going to sneak away, perhaps we should do it now, while they have him preoccupied.” She was always a risk taker, and whatever Azazel had to say they would figure out later.

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↪ Location │ Alone at the cliff bordering the two lands, then at the den with the pack of Uktena. xx ↪ Mood │ Excited xx ↪ Company │ With the meeting groupxx ↪OOC │ Remember, NO one knows about Zheana's true intentions. Only that she used to be an outsider and now a trusted member.





With the ground gathering beneath her paws in a quick and brief stop, the lithe snowy pelted wolve gaze out at the land that spread out from the edge of the cliff as the dust around her slowly settled from being shifted by the speed of her halted sprint up the mountain. Taking in a deep breathe of air, the fae filled in her lungs with fresh air before adjusting her stance to stand tall and proud. 

Her amber shaded eyes shifted and she checked her surroundings around her and even looked on down below for any signs of wolves and when she was sure that she was absolutely alone, the  Scout then slowly padded her way down the steep cliff side that adjoined Uktena's borders and Sioux's. Sniffing the ground, she followed her nose for a scent that was faint and easily missed unless it was purposely searched for. When she finally picked it up, her ears perked up as she kept on its trail, still walking the thin line of the borders edge. At the end of the scent when it was its strongest, Zheana found a pile of leaves and after a quick check of anything around her, she quickly she dug at it, but it seemed there was nothing to be found. Snorting lightly at the pile, she then did something peculiar. From the tangled mess of her fur just behind her shoulder blade, she plucked out five hidden feathers that were stuck together and were stained red from dried blood and dropped it onto the pile. Digging some of the leaves over it to cover the evidence, the wolf then made a quick departure to leave the area, leaving not a single trace of having ever been there. Zheana's message has been sent. Five feathers meant five nights following the next full moon. That was when they should meet. 

With the end of dawn approaching, Zheana was close to Uktena's den as her sharp ears picked up the sounds of Goliath's call and the wolf gave a bark in immediate reply regardless if the giant brute could hear it or not as she made her way quick to the meeting grounds. There, the fae was greeted by the mass of wolves congregated to hear their Alpha and when Zheana heard her name being announced, she stood to attention. “Present, Alpha Goliath!" Her tail couldn't contain the excitement she felt when the dark wolf gave her a role to lead one of the hunting party along side Hati. “Yes sir! I will do my outmost best to aid the hunt!” She yipped. “Hati and I will be the first to sight a worthy kill! Right Hati?” Zheana looked around her in search of her partnered Scout, but when he didn't immediately come into view, the fae vouched for him nonetheless. “We will be victorious.”

Turning, she joined the small group of Hunters, eager to know who the second party she was to help will turn out to be. “All of you would make fine leaders. ”She chimed in to boost morale as the faes decided amongst themselves of who would head the second party. “I can say that, I've been on the south side of the lands this morning and it does look promising, unless the winds shift by the time we get there and I'm pretty sure I saw a new foal in the group though, that might make them more cautious.” She wasn't sure if this information would help the Hunters. She was only relying what her eyes has told her, but she was sure the Hunters would know more than her of what to do. 


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❂x►xxxGhost’s morning had started off just like any other morning; early rise for a quick scout. He’d confirmed his route the night before, and, knowing that Zheana was taking the South side of the territory, was headed for the North. As he rose from his spot in the den, he stretched, and looked at the pretty fae, Whisper, who slept not too far from him. She looked to be sleeping peacefully, and Ghost didn’t want to wake her, so he left the den alone and quickly headed out. He took a quick stop at the stream to drink then began to run at a slow pace until he was a decent distant away from the densite. He slowed down eventually to actually begin scouting. His nose constantly sniffed the air, checking for food sources to report, or signs of the enemy pack’s wolves on their territory. As he walked though, he found no such thing. It was a rather boring scout in fact. Continuing to follow the route, he reached the point where it turned around and headed home.

He was vaguely disappointed that he’d found nothing interesting, but at the same time was pleased that there were no Sioux wolves trespassing. Finally he reached the densite. As he approached, he heard the sound of the Alpha calling a Pack meeting. His ears perked up, and he trotted into camp, gathering amongst the other wolves. He kept his eyes open for Whisper, and when he spotted her made his way to sit beside her. He was usually very shy and nervous around her, but he still enjoyed her presence, and so made a point of being her friend. Sitting down, he gave her a small nudge. “Good morning! I hope you slept well,” Ghost said with a small tail wag. He quieted down when Goliath began to speak. As he requested a hunt and then separated the scouts into two groups, Ghost had to grin. He was partnered with Whisper!

At Zheana’s comment, he snorted. “You wish Zheana, Whisper and I will totally be the first. Just face the facts,” he teased, looking to where the white fae was. When she said that she had spotted prey, he drooped only slightly. Darn! And his scout had been so uneventful. But still, not much could bury his excitement as he looked to Whisper, eyes shining. “This will be fun, Whisper! I can’t wait to head out!” He was eager to spend time with the fae, even if he had to share that time with other wolves.

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►xxM O O D : Excited!
►xxO O C : Bleh
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xxxxT h e meal provided to the pack seemed to hit off rather well. Many thanks were said to him, however, he never bothered to answer one of them considering he didn't really care that they thought. Them eating the meal was a thank you enough as far as he was concerned. Vetis was the first to eat, and the first to speak of thanks. Azazel merely nodded his head and kept his eyes on the other wolves approaching, and those who weren't just yet. However the next wolf that approached grabbed his attention instantly. Within her mouth was something moving and squirming. His eyes eyes slowly became less wide as he stared at Nox, curious of what she was up too. As soon as she was at the carcases of wolves she dropped whatever was in her mouth. The Alpha soon realized it was a mere rabbit, he chuckled loudly as it scurried with heavy panic, attempting to get away from all the wolves near be. It was rather obvious that it's back leg was broken, he then heard the female voice that whoever wanted the rabbit it was there's. Watching the others closely he smirked, he liked the way the black female thought. Surely someone would give into the temptation, however, watching the animal torture itself was rather amusing. Two faes seemed to show up at the same time, one was a white wolf, a sadistic healer of the pack, Frost. Azazel always went to her if he needed someone to suffer for something they did without him being the culprit, sometimes it was funner to see someone suffer at the paws of someone else, someone they would least expect. Fun and games it was. Obediently she ate, perfect, even thanked him as well which didn't receive anything other than a subtle nod either.

xxxxH i s sister then spoke, of why she'd never brought friends home before. Regardless of Azazel's demonic demenor and his lack of care for much he did care a lot for his sister, he did not follow his father's footprints on the path of thinking Xira was worthless, after all she outlived everyone else in the family. That being said, he probably wouldn't kill any friends she brought home, however, if there was a male chasing her tail... he'd better treat her with respect or regardless of what she wanted he would kill him and make her eat him. Azazel's mind slowly wandered away from his sister and the white healer eating, his eyes danced with the animal that was torturing itself for quite some time until he seen a maw snatch it up. Growling glanced up abruptly to see who the ******** decided to eat the rabbit instead. He was then surprised to see that it was his own sister who had done the deed, however, his tense body released for he knew she'd already eaten the wolves so relaxed. There would be no punishment today. Yet. Azexira spoke, teasing the one who brought the rabbit, stating that she surely wasn't intending to waste food. Azazel scoffed, "That's hardly a meal sister." he mused darkly. Soon, another white wolf, this time a male, approached the kill. It was Nycro, he ate his fill and took some for a fae he'd been obviously courting the last while. Honestly, Azazel adored flirting and touching Fisnae for he knew it pissed Nycro off. Not because of the fact that she was "taken", but because she liked it. Or at least she'd better, if Azazel was flirting and touching a fae they'd better ******** like it, for he wasn't often affectionate... or even at all. That was his take on it anyways.

xxxxS o f t words reached his ears and he looked to see Nox standing beneath the rock he was laying on. Leaning his head over the edge he kind of hung there as he listened to her thanks. Wonderful meal eh? That's exactly what he thought. He sneered at her, she spoke again, asking if there was anything he'd like done today. There were plenty of things he'd like done today, none of which for the faint of heart of course. He was about to answer her with a snide or sarcastic remark when movement caught his attention and he raise his head to see his sister approaching. There was an underlying question asked, one that anyone would probably wonder. "There aren't anymore, the two abandoned their pack. Their bitching was what woke me up, and they weren't Uktena." he spoke calmly, "There aren't any other known packs in this area, I wouldn't fret my dear sister. as you said we can handle their pathetic asses." he spoke, clear sarcasm in his voice in regards to calling his sister dear, along with true cockiness at the end. She then spoke of the fact she was dying for a fight. Wrong thing to say in front of Azazel! A deadly smirk spread across his face, suddenly he bolted, attempting to jump off the rocks and land atop his sister! However, gravity had another plan for his large body. Azazel miss gauged the ice that was still upon the rock he laid on, resulting in his back paws coming out from beneath him sending him straight down rather than up and over. As gracefully as he possibly could he landed on his back and rolled, running directly into Nox. Snarling as though it was her fault he leaped back up onto his paws, snapping his jaws at his sister, as though it was her fault as well. Of course... the Alpha was not at fault, why would he ever have to take the blame for anything? "Come get me bitches!" he spoke deep from his chest, playing strong hoping no one else seen this pathetic display. Snapping his jaws loudly once more at each of the females he was waiting for them to attack. He could take both of them, definitely.








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Nev was dreaming, although you probably couldn’t call the dark empty void behind her sleeping eyes dreaming. Her ‘dreams’ were always like this, just empty nothingness. And she liked it that way. Who needed dreams? Dreams were for pathetic whiny wolves that were unhappy with their lives. She was perfectly content with the way her life was, so what would she even actually dream about? Chasing little bunny rabbits? Hell no. She’d rather die than have the thoughts of a fluffy little bunny in her head, unless of course it was bloodied and torn apart… Then maybe, just maybe, she would permit the thought to stay. When Nevaera awoke, for half a second she thought that she had not opened her eyes, for it was still insanely dark in the cave, but after blinking a few times, she guessed she’d woken up while the night still controlled the sky. ‘Good,’ she thought. ‘I much prefer the darkness of night.’ It worked well with her pelt. She could sneak around and no one could see her… Perfect. Time to scout.

Nev rose from her corner of the den and shook out the sleep from her body, before trotting out of the den. Her suspicions were confirmed as her amber eyes gazed up at twinkling stars that were just beginning to fade. Whatever. A little darkness wasn’t going to keep her in bed. Nope. She was ready to go. Without another thought, she left the densite, and headed on her usual scouting route. It circled a good portion of the territory, and she probably didn’t have to go so far, but seeing as she liked to start early, Nev always figured why not make more use of the time. By the time she had returned to camp, the sun was raised and she was crabby. She’d rather hoped it would be a sunless day. Cloudy skies were always better than harsh sunlight that made everything shiny and glittery and warm. A low snarl escaped her at the thought. Screw the sun.

Finding a decently shady spot in the densite, Nev plopped herself down with zero intention of moving. Should someone need her she would snarl at them until they left. Despite being a smaller sized wolf, Nev was particularly vicious. She hated wolves coming around her, especially if they wanted something. The ONLY wolf she really permitted to request anything of her was the Alpha, Azazel, and that’s because he’d probably kill her if she didn’t do as told. If anyone else wanted something of her though, the request was met with violence or sarcasm. It all depended on her mood. Her mood currently though was crabby and pissy. However, she heard Azazel’s voice and begrudgingly went to see what he wanted. The pack gathered around, and Nev was careful to sit off to the side, giving dark glances at anyone who got too close. At the sight of the dead bodies in front of her Alpha, she felt a grumble in her stomach. Hopefully those delicious treats were for them.

She was soon answered, as Azazel took his fill then backed away, allowing the pack to feast. Nev jumped in, determined not to miss out on anything juicy. Sinking her fangs into some stomach meat, she ripped and tore at the flesh, blood staining her black jaw. She continued until she was content, before backing away and cleaning the blood from her fur. She usually didn’t care, but it seemed appropriate to clean oneself in the presence of an Alpha. So whatever… Suddenly violence broke out where the Alpha and his sister were. Nev watched as Azazel seemed to have a spaz moment. She almost wanted to laugh, but she knew better. Her life would end should she even dare chuckle. So she remained quiet and simply watched.

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After thanking Azazel her attention had been drawn back towards where she had left the rabbit. It was wobbling around and stumbled right into Azexira. She watched the other warrior scoop the rabbit up and devour it. Nox let a smirk cross her maw, her eyes glistening with what seemed to be excitement. The rabbits life had ended and Nox was pretty pleased by it. It was what was planned for the small creature anyway. Wagginer her tail, Azazel had answered towards Azexira's remark about wasting food. "Not a meal at all Xira, not even a chew toy!" She chuckled and moved towards the fae and sat beside her rather. She looked down towards Xira and smiled gently before looked up towards Azazel. Xira then mentioned about itching for a fight, and Nox simply smirked. A fight would be nice. Especially along side Azexira.

When Nox came to Sioux, she had no friends and as she moved into the warrior ranks her personality clicked very well with Azexira. The two bonded and eventually, they slowly grew more and more on one another. They became friends, ones with this twisted bond that no one could really explain. Nox and Xira were partners in crime you could say. The two warriors, fought side by side and would defiantly lay their lives on the line for the other. Some in the pack might thing this weird, but what was more powerful then one twist, sinister and angry warrior? Two of course! They were a tag team, and any who crossed their path had no idea what they were up against. They were both skilled warriors, and using brains with brawns both were almost always able to succeed in a battle.

However, Xira's plea for a fight was answered, by Azazel. The large brute had suddenly launched forward towards his sister. His paws seemed to trick him and he went tumbling onto the ground, though his large frame rolled and smacked right into Nox. She was caught of guard and nearly yelped as she leapt away and her hackles bristled slowly. She held back her laughter and her eyes turned towards Azazel who stood between the two faes, snarling at both of them. He then made the comment, challenging them both. Oh, he was in for it. Nox chuckled darkly, standing up straight as if she wasn't going to accept his challenge. Her ember eyes traveled and stared directly into Xira's. "Ohhhhh~ Looks like you have your wish Azexira. Though, Azazel..." She turned her body slowly, and stalked forward, her eyes caculating. "I don't think you'll be calling us bitches for long." She chuckled and lunged towards the large male. Her body size didn't measure up to his, but she could easily with a bit of leverage make him stumble a bit more on those clumsy paws of his. Her head leaned down, and she slammed into his shoulder, it was a way to distract him, so that Xira could get her hit in. She snarled, playfully of course and her jaws latched onto his fur. She wouldn't dig into his skin unless provoked. Couldn't go injuring your Alpha, that wouldn't be good! She pushed against him, trying to keep his attention on her so that her partner could attack him by surprise.

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"If someone would hurry up and birth some little bastards then it would be a meal good enough for two." Her head still rested in the folds of her forepaws as her ears perked, listening to Azazel go on about how he was certain that there were no other little rouges that she could get her teeth on. The brute had never lied to her before, and if he had he was damn good at it because she hadn't yet caught on, but she could feel disappointment swell in her chest. He had killed without her, under the circumstances she knew he didn't want to waste time in arousing her from her slumber, but on the other paw, she knew he had to be able to tell. She could feel her body trembling with anxiety some times, the urge to kill, the irreplaceable taste of fresh wolf blood running from fire to ice as it ran over her tongue...a shiver shot down her spine despite the decency of the temperature. "I'm so damn desperate I would bet you anything could find another wolf pack. It may take me all day, but not a single one would breath when I returned." She rolled her eyes slightly so that the was gazing up him. He was a handsome brute, but she had to think that, or think of herself as an ugly fae, which she had too much pride to do. The wolf let out a deep sigh, so many chased after him, in her opinion only craving the power of his position, and she knew he would eventually give into at least one of them, yet she feared she would live out the rest of her life belonging to no one. As much as she enjoyed her rank and craved to be her brother's Zeta, she also had another craving she tended to hide from him, the urge to be as her mother was, a mother and a mate, a provider for pups of her own. The thoughts made the fae look down again, her eyes watching the pack move about seemingly without worries.

Her ears snapped back as she heard Azazel move about her. He had seemed so comfortable, and nothing about the den had changed, there was no reason for him standing so suddenly. Azexira's lip quivered in readiness as her eyes darted to the only wolf she trusted with her life other than her litter mate. Nox had moved much closer and the brightly colored female had hardly even noticed. Her hunting partner seemed unconcerned, or unaware even of the movements of the alpha. She shook her head, writing her simple thoughts off as an over-reaction. Xira had been about to roll over and swat at Nox hoping to torment the dark fae into a fight, but this had been cut short due to a rust colored ball of fur slamming into Nox causing her to jump back. It only took fractions of a second for Azexira to snap into fight mode, a feeling she did her best to bite back upon realization that it was only Azazel. She had been nothing but ready to tear into the male, but you couldn't just go around snapping your jaws at your only living sibling.

Years of training meant nothing, even a pup could have told his mentor that the alpha had completely bombed his landing. Azezel's paws had seemed to fall out from under him, sending the male flipping onto his back. The fae couldn't help herself as a rumble of laughter escaped her. She shook her head and eyed her brother as he tried to right his wrongs and still look like a badass. He made his comment, and what little challenge he could muster after such an ungraceful flail. "Oh no Nox, he's right. We're called bitches quite a lot if you think about it...would you like to show him why?" She had barely finished her sentence when her partner in crime made her move, slamming into her brother with enough force to ensure she had his attention. Only when she was sure he had focused on Nox did she begin to act out her part in the unspoken plan. Her eyes locked with the other fae for only a moment, a slight nod was given and Xira sprang into action. A single leap brought her to the ledge Azazel had been resting on and she made her way to the edge quickly. "I know father taught you better. Let us show you again." She lept from the rock as he had, excluding the part where he fell and made a fool on himself from her plan. Her paws hit the ground with grace as if they had been programmed from doing the same thing over and over her entire life. She had landed with her entire force hitting his side, and that combined with Nox holding him, had made it extremely easy to get the brute on his back. Xira stepped on his chest with her front two paws pinning her brother lightly, completely aware that he would be able to over-power her and turn the tables if he wished, but she was just playing with him for the moment, if he dared to get too rough, Nox and Azexira were perfectly capable of giving the male a hell of a fight. "What is this? A quality check?"

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The earth did not sift beneath his paws as if to betray him. The branches did not snap, but instead bent to accommodate the weight of his step. The breeze did not shift unexpectedly into the direction of his target. It seemed, that morning, the forest was driving him onward-- complete your mission! It screamed, as heat filled his blood and his heart pounded in growing excitement. His gait was long and Lysander could feel the bunch and unfurling of his muscles with each bound, the earth seeming to vanish beneath him into an indistinguishable blur. He’d never run so fast in his life.

And there, just before him in the part of the brush was his target: A young deer. He salivated in preparation of the kill, bounding over the thickets separating them with jaws wide and teeth bared-- right before his jaws closed over the deers neck, it’s eyes turned. It was no longer the deer, but his full grown brother. Betrayal, sadness, fear, acceptance flashed through those impossibly golden eyes in the split moment before his teeth severe the life-artery. The color drained from the world around him, all except for the stark red blood pumping onto the snow. His brother gasped once and then stilled.

Lysander kicked out in his sleep and jumped onto four shaky paws as if to fight off a would-be assailant. He was surrounded only by the sleeping bodies of his pack mates and it took a moment for him to remember where he was. He blinked away the image of his brother and, instead, zeroed in on the chorus of snarls outside of the den. The pack was feasting and as Lysander padded forward, he realized what they were feasting on: Wolf. Hunger snarled at him as his ears turned back on his head, eyes somewhat wider.

Wolf meat was a delicacy among this pack-- a lesson he’d been taught at a very young age. From the praises being sung to the alpha for this most delicious meal, he could surmise Azazel had delivered the two carcasses and now sat upon his throne, prepared to strike punishment down on those who refused it. Lysander shook himself free of the dust and dirt gathered during his sleep and approached the feeding frenzy. As the smell of blood flooded his senses, he seemed to become an entirely different wolf. Lysander snarled and shoved himself between two feeding wolves, his lips drawn to the gum and his teeth flashing at the tender face of those denying him his opportunity. He bore the scars of such treatment, and now no longer hesitated to enact it on others.

He thrust his head forward and latched onto the haunch of the darker brute, ripping away flesh and swallowing it down with barely a moment to chew. After several more bites, he moved further up the carcass, his clean fur now stained red. The taste of wolf meat was entirely different from that of a deer or rabbit and it was, without a doubt, an acquired taste, yet, unlike those around him, he did not gorge himself. He turned away once the gnawing emptiness of his stomach subsided, intent on going to clean his fur-- at least until he caught sight of the dark wolfs eyes. It took a moment for Lysander to realize the wolf was not staring at him, but rather was positioned in such a way as to make it seem like it. Regardless, it made the brute uncomfortable. Lysander set upon the neck of the wolf, hacking and tearing away tendons until it was no longer connected to the body. Once disconnected, he grabbed the head and darted off into the woods.

The wolf was nothing! NOTHING! But Lysander could not ignore the guilt welling up in his chest or the desire to make himself ill so that he could puke up the meat before his body could use it. Despite his desire to be no different than those around him, Lysander retained the morality instilled in him by his parents. He could ignore it in their presence, but moments on his own often set him into a pit of self loathing. He liked to think he was strong enough to push it all down, but it was quite the opposite.

Lysander was weak.
He couldn’t go off on his own. He couldn’t get himself killed. He couldn’t stand up to the others. He didn’t like wolf meat, but he continued to eat it because that was all he’d known.
He was weak.

He stopped himself at the base of one of the many trees. He set the head down and began to dig between the roots until the hole was deep enough. He rolled the head into it, and then pushed the dislodged dirt back into place, making an impromptu burial site for the stranger he’d just eaten. The others would assumed he’d just taken the head to devour, but this, at least, eased some of his emotional burden. Lysander sat there in silence, until the need to free his coat of the evidence became to much to ignore. He rose and turned into a trot, intent on forgetting the tree and the wolf whose head was buried there.

[Unique Romance]

xxxxW h e n Whisper had awaken she rolled over and her paws touched a friend of hers that went by the name of Ghost. Stretching so her front paws pushed against his back gently she let out a sigh and easily fell back asleep again. A bit later, when she actually woke up she looked to see that her fellow scout was gone, however, many wolves were still sleeping. Sneaking out of the main den, stepping over other wolves and moving around them she eventually made it out without waking anyone, or so she hoped. Smiling she lifted her tail half mass and her ears perked she proudly trotted out of the den site, time to have a good scout. Immediately her nose was to the ground and she was sniffing about, sniffing for any signs of lone wolves, menacing wolves, or trespassing whitetail. After several hours of searching with her nose towards the ground, jumping over fallen logs, and calculating each step to not make a single sound, she finally came to the conclusion that there was no one or thing around, no trespassers. Smiling to herself she became instantly happy, knowing she had some free time now. Heading to a place where she knew she could have some alone time, she did just that. Straight to her rock she went, sure she was in a pack and she loved all of them, but sometimes she really needed some alone time... after all she was quite the socially awkward wolf.

xxxxL a y i n g spread out on her rock she allowed her mouth to open playfully and she gnawed at the air silently as she rubbed her back on the flat stone. Eventually she tired herself out and just laid on her back with her front paws handing limp over her chest and her back legs stretched out against the rock as well. Snorting like a sneeze she laid there, completely comfortable and closed her eyes. This place was her one and only place where she felt that she could be herself, probably mostly because no one knew she went here, no one knew about this rock and it's little pond beside it. A wolf could lean over the edge and easily lap up some of the water within the pond for the large rock was jutting out over the water. As she laid there she could hear the serenade of the frogs croaking, fish jumping in and out of the water and even a bird chirping here and there. It was a beautiful place, hence why she liked it so much. So tranquil. Continuing to relax, the fae soon drifted off into a light slumber, she drempt of cute female things, like boys and love, and having a littler of puppies of her own. Honestly, Whisper was terrified to have puppies, she didn't know how to be a mother... she was so skittish and hated violence so how could she ever protect them if something were to happen? However, she was sure the other fae in the pack would definitely help her out, especially the providers and if she was lucky she'd have a great mate as well. Ah, mateship. That worried Whisper as well, was she capable of gaining a mate? She was so shy around the males, and frankly she was so oblivious that she usually didn't even notice when they were flirting with her! Other wolves, or even the one flirting with her, had to tell her some how. Naïve, extremely.

xxxxA familiar howl woke Whisper from her rest, jolting her body in a roll onto her belly she perked her ears and looked around. It took her a few moments too realize that it was Goliath calling everyone to a meeting at the den site. Sprinting off her rock she didn't even skip a beat as she landed a short distance onto the soil and she ran in the direction of the den site. Several minutes passed before she arrived, but she was one of the first. Glancing the bodies already present she looked for Hati or Ghost and neither of them were within site so she chose a spot on her own. Soon she watched a white scout approach and speak to Goliath like some novice who was on their first exhibition or something, Zheana, she told Goliath she was present, like who did that? Movement was caught from the corner of Whisper's eye she turned to see none other than Ghost himself taking up a spot beside her. A small nudge was explained, she smiled bashfully at him as he began to speak wishing her good morning and that she slept well, her smile turned a bit wider. "Good morning, I slept well yes. I trust you had slept well too?" she spoke in a quiet and sweet sounding voice as she always did. Goliath then spoke, explaining he was thinking of a hunt for the pack, and that she was to go with the male sitting beside her as Hati and Zheana were to go with a second group. Looking at the fluffy male beside her, her smile mirrored hers but before either of them could say anything she found her ears perking when Zheana piped up. The white wolf stated that she and her partner will find the food first for her group. Before anyone could really react, Ghost spoke up, teasing the other fae, of course... Whisper stayed silent as per usual even though she thought it was admirable that she was so enthused about her job that she would be so excited about everything. Zheana spoke again, stating that in the south she had found some scents. Wagging her tail she smiled happy as can be. Sure, some wolves found her annoying and a complete a** kisser as she's heard said around the den site, but Whisper seen no harm in who she was. Staying with Ghost she clung to his side, he began to speak on how fun this was going to be and how excited he was to head out, "I'm excited too!" she spoke, wagging her tail swiftly. "Should we go with Rook? Let Zheana go with Goliath?" she wondered out loud. Either way, there was bound to be more than one deer herds in the forest. Usually when hunting a group went south and a group went north and some were successful and some where not but who knew that was going to happen. All Whisper knew was she was going to work her damned hardest to get the job done and not let her pack mates down!



OOC: Intro!!
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[Yukina101]

Where: Forest
With: Pack
Why: Possible meeting

☾Those two birds seem to be in a hurry, I wonder if they have babies to be taken care of. That would be nice, have a nest of babies and a mate to share it with. Ugh! It's a squirrel! Hmmm.... Makoce was spending her early midday daydreaming like normal and eyeing the other forest creatures around her when her usual nemesis came padding by. She sat up slowly from her resting place among the leaves and eyed her prey carefully. This was one she had trifled with before, it had near deadly accuracy when it came to chucking acorns and any other assorted nut but then again she had gotten her revenge by trapping it between her paws once..or twice...or fourteen times. So far they were at a standstill but today the win was hers! Their eyes made contact and in within a second there was a clash of their fur with only growls, yips, and squeaks were the only sounds heard. When the dust settled Koss was happy to see that she was the victor with a small tuft of fur in her front teeth and the squeaks of revenge in her ears.

She titled her head in confusion when she could no longer hear her her little bird friends but if she listened closely enough she could hear the howls of those who were hunting before she shook her large head to loosen any of the leaves that might have clung to it. Thinking that it was time to depart for her daily training she stretched outward with her rump in the air as she felt her vertebrae pop and her muscles stretch before she went off padding through the forest. She spotted the wolves gathering together whispering of a pack meeting and felt embarrassed that she had forgotten such an important thing and hung towards the back listening as the others spoke around her and enjoying their light banter wash over her.
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[Fluffy Apocalypse]

Joints popped and ached with the undue stress of impeded movement. With the cold, although beginning to fade into summer, Abadiah found his shattered leg particularly bothersome. It was not that he was old or burdened with illnesses, but that his act of heroism all those years ago had left him lame and the limb near useless. Still, he was thankful the bear had only taken the use of his leg and not his life. His mate-to-be had insisted on staying with him, but he’d urged her to find another male.. one who could defend her and her pups if the need arose. It had been the hardest decision of his life-- harder even than the one to throw himself in her way, but he knew it had been right. Abadiah could not properly defend a family and felt as though he did not deserve one. The once proud warrior had been reduced to a humble healer, plagued by mornings when his past gnawed at him like a hungry pup in the joints now skewed at odd angles.

He yawned, and stretched his sore bones as far as he could, his impressive girth taking up more space than necessary in the healers den. Once the tension of his muscles subsided, he got to his paws and squeezed out of the entrance, a nonchalant shake of his head dislodging the grog of sleep. He peered into the morning light and the gathered wolves, realizing then that Goliaths howl had been what woke him. He padded toward them, his size apparent in comparison to those around him. Few ever questioned Abadiahs past as a warrior and seemed even more confused when they learned he was a healer instead.. at least until they spied the broken thing he nursed with each step.

Abadiah took a seat on the outskirt of the gathered wolves, his eyes traveling between them with obvious curiosity. He knew he would not be attending any hunts as his leg made keeping up incredibly difficult. Not to say the brute didn’t indulge himself when he spotted a careless rabbit while out looking for herbs, but these little hunts were kept secret from the others. His ears perked as he realized a particular white coat was missing from the assembly. Even though he felt he didn’t deserve a mate, it didn’t stop him from daydreaming about his fellow healer or take great pleasure in sharing her company.



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[Unique Romance]

xxxxG o l i a t h just howled for the pack to gather and of course his sibling was first to arrive, Rook. Glancing at her he smiled approvingly as he noticed Aven approaching. Another white wolf approached, a Uktena Provider Valora, she was a sweet thing he always felt he could trust her with any pups born to Uktena... which was perfect considering her rank. The first male came to the meeting then, a warrior by the name of Bjorr, followed by Varko. Then Zheana came, she spoke stating that she was present. The Alpha will never get used to her over enthusiastic attitude about everything, giving her a nod of acknowledgement he watched as others still gathered around. Near the last wolves were too scouts, Whisper and Ghost only a matter of moments from one another, then a healer named Abadiah and a healer novice named Makoce arrived. It was then Goliath made his announcement and first to speak, he split the scouts up as he seen fit and almost instantaneously the pack started to murmur about who will lead the second hunt. Once again, Zheana spoke agreeing with the Alpha by saying yes sir, then up talking her and Hati. Goliath chuckled fondly at her nonstop yet refreshing zealousness. Lots of talk revolved around his sister, Rook, taking the lead of the second party. Gazing at the multi-colored fae he wondered what her decision would be, even Valora got involved speaking her mind. Staying silent, the Alpha sat and observed his pack figuring things out.

xxxxL i p s raised when he heard Bjorr speak to is Rook in a much to friendly teasing manner. Lips lowered when his sister spoke, letting it be known that she was in fact choosing too lead the second party. His maw curved into a smile of pride, "Great choice sister." he spoke, pride radiating from his voice. Another female voice chimed in his ears and he turned to the white and grey fae, Aven and nodded. "I would be honored to have you." he exclaimed, respecting her greatly for he would need her hunters strategic mind to run his party properly. Then a male voice filled Goliath's ears, turning to Varko, a Uktena Warrior, he nodded, "The warriors are welcome to join in on the hunt. Seems to me we are down some hunters this morning." he explained, as he glanced around those present. The male sounded wise when he spoke, for it was an Alpha thing. Sitting up taller he brought his front paws together in front of him making his shoulders wider at the base of his neck, making it known that he was going to speak but this time to the pack as a whole. "Remember, Uktena, that we kill the weak so that the herds may live on and prosper, to keep us fed and fed well. Do not get greedy, do not get cocky, be smart and respectful. And may the odds ever be in your favor." projecting his voice, he ensured that everyone within could hear clearly as he moved his eyes from one wolf to another as though he were talking to each of them individually. "I will leave it up to you as too whose party you take part in, make it quick." the Alpha continued, the same as before. "Rook, take Whisper and Ghost with you." he delegated softly. "Zheana, Hati. With me." he ordered, shortly as he jumped from the log and started heading to the north end of the territory only to stop at the tree line and wait for his party.

xxxxA s soon as everyone decided where who they were choosing he nodded to his group happily. "Let's begin." he spoke with eagerness and excitement in his voice. Hunting always gave a thrill to a wolf, regardless of who they were. Turning around he started heading out with the group, allowing Ghost and Whisper to move ahead to scout as they were supposed too. Padding along he looked over his shoulder here and there making sure everyone was keeping up and staying keen on the task, if anyone was speaking to loud or straying he would either snap his jaws or bark lowly in warning. Goliath was usually very serious, however, he was a very kind soul who was capable of taking a joke. But his sisters seem to tell him to lighten up a lot, but that's just cause they aren't getting what they want... right? Yeah, that's it. Observing ahead he wondered how well the scouts were doing, it wasn't uncommon for wolves to travel rather far too gain a kill. They would also eat where the animal was brought down, it wasn't often that wolves brought their kills back to the den site as it was done in the past, for Goliath decided that it created opportunities for unwanted guests to visit, thus putting the pack in danger. Sure... there was a bone and scraps pile, but it had never taken too long for those to be demolished or buried so there was little threat in that sense. A lot of changes have been made to pack life since Faux ran things, and he had hoped they were all for the best. It seemed to be working well so far.

OOC; Hope I got everyone. Try and keep the parties as even as possible.
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[Yukina101]

Where: Forest
With: Abadiah

Fluffy Apocalypse

Why: Possible meeting

☾Makoce hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings feeling lulled into an almost sleep-like state by the familiarity around her so it was quite a shock to feel a larger body press by her. Startled she looked over to see the older healer Abadiah sitting on the outskirts opposite of her sitting and taking it all in like her. She took a quick survey to see if the female healer was around and was curious to find that she wasn't. It had been a surprise to find that older healers weren't actually mated or even courting seeing how comfortable they were around each other. I wonder if they've actually considered courting before? Koss thought to herself.

Before she could ponder more to herself Goliath began speaking to his hunters and warriors and began to space out just a bit when she realized nothing of great importance was being discussed. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful for her alpha's obvious thoughtfulness and respect of the forest and life around them, she just didn't think it was particularly guided towards healers, and especially novice healers. Besides she wasn't often noticed by the pack so she knew there was a slim chance she would be asked to be part of a hunting party
Once the parties were established and everyone was moving outward she shuffled over to Abadiah with her body low offering a gentle shy lick of the face allowing her shy submissive nature to show with her customary greeting. "How are you feeling today sir? Have you seen Jupiter or Castiel around? I would have thought at least Jupiter would be, oh! And I found some of those leaves Castiel was looking for...and I'm rambling again, aren't I?" Koss ended quietly and more reserved, embarrassed by her unconscious word vomit. ☽

[Radioactive Snowflake]

Maxie
Uktena Pup

A soft huff came from the maw of a pup whom was woken to the sound of howling from none other than the alpha, Goliath. It wasn't that she had anything against the brute, no, she adored him and just about everyone else in the pack but she was not a morning wolf. No, she'd rather sleep through her morning and play all day. The howl meant that she should be meeting her pack and after a whine, Maxie shoved herself to her feet, shaking out her fur and making her way out of the provider's den. She was alone though she doubted that her provider was far, no, Valora always took good care of her. She'd never let anything happen to Maxie and the young pup was sure of that. She was aware that she was late but the most she did was trot to the meeting area, looking around to see many of the adults talking about whatever discussion she'd missed out on. A small wag of her tail was given as she heard her favorite word; hunt. But, this was no game. She wouldn't be going this time and that was enough to knock her down but only for a few as she watched Goliath run off with his group. It seemed that a lot of the adults would be leaving and slowly, Maxie made her way over to the one wolf that she knew best out of the pack. Valora. "Are you going? Can I come? I wanna help!" She spoke up, tail wagging eagerly. Maybe she was fast enough to catch a rabbit now, she'd definitely been practicing. In fact, maybe she was strong enough, too! Rabbits weren't very strong, she could definitely handle a rabbit now! No rabbits ever stood a chance against her, nope nope nope. She would be the best hunter ever! Rabbits would fear her!

Her eyes scanned over the group, taking note of a few other wolves. If she weren't able to go on the hunt, she'd hang back with whoever would let her pester them. So far, the options were Abadiah, Makoce, Bjorr, and Valora. But there seemed to be some sort of debate going on about her care-taker possibly going on the hunt. "You're going on the hunt?! That's so awesome! Maybe when you get back, you can teach me how to hunt!" Maxie was practically bouncing in place, fluffy tail wagging eagerly. So today, it would be Bjorr who would be taking care of her? From what she knew, the warrior was rather fun and there wouldn't be a boring moment with him. The chances of going on the hunt were forgotten easily as she looked between Valora and Bjorr, waiting for some sort of answer. Had they heard her? She was considering speaking up again, reminding them that she could be helpful, too. Maybe if Bjorr stayed behind, he could teach her how to be a good hunter!