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((Very good, I love your way of describing him... I shall start us off ^^))

Zeta spun around in the circle of female wolves, who, a moment ago had been in a pile up of swinging, clawed paws, snapping jaws, and crying snarls. She'd been yanked in by one of her back legs, which she could feel it growing very warm where blood was probably running down. Still, she didn't care; this female wolf was not backing down just yet before these disappointed and tossed-aside mutts were. Zeta bared her teeth once more at all of them, snapping at one who looked more curious than the rest. Her tall ears flicked straight up at a familiar scent and her father came into sight at the edge of the group, her mother at his side; he, looking stern and her mother worried.

Zeta's ears slowly went down with her hackles, looking confused until the visiting pack approached from behind her. She turned and gave them all a hard look, the alpha proudly slinking past her towards her father, leaving her to notice the white colored male in the front. He had gray and a few black markings, especially around his brown eyes. No matter how well built or defined he was, though, Zeta growled at his wide wolf's grin as he towered over her proudly. He had been the winner in his group to become the next alpha ...and now she'd accidentally been named for him and his to-be territory.

You'll never catch me, Zeta growled, turning and leaping over the line up of pack females, darting past the alpha's of the two packs and galloping away into the dark woods she knew so well.

(( Mind if I ask how you got your wolf's picture to sit on the side like that? I have always had to put mine on the top ^^; ))

Hakujo, the alpha and father of the pack and Zeta, seemed to have come to accept that his little princess was no longer a member of his clan; rules were rules. Still, he smiled a little in thought and answered, "If you want to. Our packs will go back to our own lands in the morning, and you two will be allowed to keep a few wolves of your choosing... she's a fighter, though." The large blueish colored male's golden eyes darkened as he thought of leaving Zeta alone, although she would have taken over a pack one day despite this event.

Nemo, his mate, stepped in to cover for him as he nodded recognizably to the other pack's alpha and looked kindly to Silver. She had been kicked out of her clan when she had become strong enough to take over and had given her fighting and stubborn personality to her daughter. "Zeta has never accepted a single suitor to come before her," the brown furred female looked out with her new 'son-in-law' as if they could see where Zeta had gone, "She's probably heading for the river -- she always goes there." Nemo gave a thoughtful sigh and moved to follow her mate, giving a final smile to Silver and the alpha. "You don't have to listen to us anymore, Alpha," she added, addressing Silver, "But I would be careful -- Zeta is a water element wolf."

The Hullusian Pack was still for a moment, watching the two alpha's before them; one old and one new. They ranged in all different colors, sizes, and boldness; some coming closer to sniff the air and the rest staying back with their head's low. Finally they filtered away and followed their remaining leader's, a blue colored female in the lead that was the same size of Zeta and having the same eye color. Probably a sister. Three stayed behind, as if pre-selected for something like this: a large white male with brown eyes, also; a medium black and crimson female with another set of brown eyes; and another heavy-built male with white fur and a black belly and purple eyes. None of them came closer to Silver, nor looked defiant as they settled into their spots in wait.

(( Okay, I will work on getting a picture of Zeta shrunk to fit for that >< Thank you :3 ))

Zeta lowered her head and charged through the lower twigs on the trees, keeping her eyes from getting scratched as she rushed away from the packs. She was certain the wolf called Silver would come after her, and she was angry that she'd been caught up in a competition not meant for her -- sad her clan days were over. What would she do now? Where did she start with this? A growl rose in her throat with these questions and she almost went into the river with her lack of attention.

Skidding to a halt, Zeta took a few panted breathes and composed herself. Standing proudly and defiantly, her shoulders hunched as she glowered towards the direction he would come from, she shifted her back end towards the running water behind her. What was she doing? There was no fighting this; rules were rules, as her father reminded her, and just because she was shocked and upset did not mean she had the right to throw her own tantrum over the issue. Still, she at least had to get the original anxiety out of her system.

Silver came into view and Zeta watched him warily; she had never accepted any possible suitor to come before her, and he would be no different. If her new pack needed her hunt and fight with him, she would -- but she would not see herself nuzzling him, sharing a den closely with him, or doing what all other alpha's had done: pups. No, this male would simply be a partner for now, not a mate. What made him different from the others?

Little?, Zeta's eyes widened with offensive, her ears lifting up as if she had not heard him right. As the word sunk in, she flattened her ears again and narrowed her fire-lit eyes, baring her teeth as she growled, I have never been little. Her father had told her so. In her lessons, she had never hunted with the females, only the males; when their territory battles, she was out in the front with the fighters; and when humans had come once before, she'd been hopping down the rocks and sliding down the slopes to get a closer look. Little was not a word in her vocabulary.

Another thing that bothered her was that this male did not seem worried about her. It frustrated her. When something frustrated her, she'd always just done away with it. Fixed it right there so she didn't have to put up with it. But she was not supposed to attack Silver -- he was named her mate, and attacking would be of bad policy, especially over something offending, when it was not an actual attack. Even if she did attack, her family was no longer here to help her with the situation.

The thought of her family no longer being here hit her. She could not smell them or feel their presence. She'd heard them walk away. Zeta had always been destined to take over a pack one day, but she'd always thought she would take over her clan's pack, having never met another pack that would have accepted her -- them -- as friend even. What was she supposed to do now? Where did she start out here? In a land unknown, who was she supposed to rely on?

Zeta sunk back on her haunches suddenly, as if she could not hold her own weight. Her head hung low and her ears drooped at the sides of her head limply as she looked at the ground, being surprised at herself when she saw tears landing on the dirt below her nose. She, who never cried, could not even bring herself to be angry for this weakness. We've never been a really loving family, she said without thinking, But they didn't even tell me goodbye...

(( >8l ... the picture to the left thing is not working for me T^T *tries again* ))

Zeta swore to herself she would have to do something mean after this -- weak moments shared were a huge problem for someone who was trying to keep it tough. But for now she was still a teenage wolf who had been more spoiled than she had realized, and let herself turn her face into Silver's furry chest and sniffle. Her tears had stopped flowing because of his words; she both felt for him in his history, but was also annoyed that he said he would there for her to count on so early. Things were proved without words over time to Zeta, not said to her as if on cue.

Don't call me 'little', she said quietly, lifting her head and pushing his chin up a little bit with her muzzle under his lightly, I was named 'Zeta.'
She took herself back with a collective sigh and turned for the river, taking a few short steps into it and ducking her head under the water for a moment, lifting it quickly to let it run over the top of her refreshingly. That was all she needed, and walked back onto the bank, shaking herself off a little as she passed Silver. Come on then.

Once they reached the place of their meeting and her flight, Zeta saw her remaining three pack-mates and whined a little happily, curling her tail over her back and trotting to them. She nosed the white and black furred male in a greeting and licked the sole female in that trio over the muzzle and top of her head as the female wagged her tail patiently in response and finally settled herself to stand beside the white furred, brown eyed male and peer at Silver from beside his shoulder.