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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 1:10 am
 In an estuary close to the sea, beside waters as still as silence, Noëlle stood, as motionless as the windless landscape surrounding her. Her eyes were the only active thing about her, and they looked with doubt at the mud and cordgrass at her feet before straying to the trees nearby. There, she lingered for a little longer before, eventually, choosing to move on.
The reason for her search was apparent in the growing weight beneath her rib-cage but her predicament was not, for she was alone, with no mate or pack beside her or away on a hunt. Her ears flattened as she thought of this, with both anger and sadness fueling the action, but she shook herself with a resolved huff and tried not to dwell on it, for she had already chosen to leave things as they were. The father of the pups she carried had run off as soon as he had noticed her changed scent, and although she tried to give chase at first, in the end, what was she supposed to do? Make him regret a decision that was, in part, hers, as well? Force him to stay with pups he clearly had no desire to see? Both were not options she would accept, and although it had been well within her means to ask that he, at the very least, help her until she could help herself, a certain pride (and his youth) kept her from doing so.
She hadn't begun to regret her choice yet, but as more time passed, she no doubt would, unless some other form of help could reach her. While it was pride that caused her to make the choice, it was that very one that made her determined to struggle for the sake of her first litter. She wouldn't let them die – not for this.
With renewed vigor, she paced along the edges of the trees farther away from the waters, her nose low, inspecting every potential den she could find.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:45 pm
 The day was a peaceful one, traveling wasn't hard as the humidity around him seemed to be more eased up then usual. The worst part about spring near the ocean, was dealing with random spurts of heat, which brought on massive amounts of humidity. To a half-blooded Mountain wolf this was not easy, sure his ocean wolf side welcomed the warmth but his fur would forever be at odds.
He was at the farthest reaches of the territory, Choosing to go on a small trip away from the pack, he was a born traveler, it was in his blood to want to leave and wonder. So when those times hit he took to taking short "vacations" from pack life, which with IsraKaiya as large as it was, it never hurt them for him to do so. A tricky breeze picked up a scent as he stood for a moment smelling and listening to the world around him. a family of foxes lived not far form here, this being their usual rout. a few Carabu had passed through. Even a Lynx, Snowflake would be happy to hear of this, he thought with a pleased sigh as that scent of an unknown wolf flickered through his memories. None he reconized, and she was pregnant.
Curious, he began trailing this sweet smelling female, wondering if she needed help, he didn't smell any other wolves with her... but the pregnant scent was strong. This had his ears back and paws moving a bit faster, worrying that she might be in trouble causing him to quick his pace.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 8:50 pm
Noëlle stopped suddenly in her search, the fur along her spine rising with both tension and alarm. She bared her fangs at the scent she now found on the wind, for although she was usually friendly towards other wolves she met, she had less than half her usual strength now, but many more lives to protect. Perhaps it wasn’t the best of times to provoke a fight, but it was the worst of times to admit to weakness, as well.
“Who’s there?” she called, her voice guarded, and perhaps a bit harsher than intended for she realized soon before she had spoken that it was an older male, and current experiences had left her quite cautious, especially around those of his gender.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:51 pm
Roy was hesitant as he saw the green female from between he brush. Heavily pregnant, he noted with a worried flick of his ears. Her snarl was natural for a femme pregnant and alone, he would expect no less. For a moment he let the sense of a beta slide from him as he took to a more submissive pose, coming slowly out of the brush, his eye's watching the female for further signs of aggression and he came fully into her view.
"I apologize for startling you Huntress. I was curious, your scent tells em you are pregnant, and alone... I was worried you might be in danger... forgive me if I am mistaken I mean you no harm." he was always soft spoken, but his voice had a deep timber, like that of a story tellers and it alone would come off friendly if not for his added words of comfort. He truly was concerned that this female was alone, especially this far along in her pregnancy!
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 1:30 pm
Noëlle calmed slightly when she saw the submissive way the stranger held himself, but she did not lower her guard. She watched him with wary eyes, wondering where he had come from and what he was doing here. Her ears were raised in caution, but her tail swayed, more at ease as she listened to the male's words. And, finally, she sighed.
"I apologize for my greeting," she began, lowering her own tail. "What you say is true. I am nearing my time, and I am alone." The last part was said with a mixture of both anger and reluctance, for her pride, too, was hesitant to let others know she had taken a mate that would not stay. But the male had already known this, and the reason for her being alone was vague to him.
"Tell me," she said, her demeanor as naturally assertive as ever, despite her recent predicament, "are you of pack?" A slight stirring of hope made her ears twitch, and she watched the male carefully, to see how he fared on these lands. He looked well-fed and strong and healthy, almost opposite to her own figure, for although she had been extremely lucky to have found food during the past few weeks, it had become harder and harder for her to hunt, or even run, as of late. She hoped his appearance was a reflection of the land he lived on, and looked upon him with new-found interest.
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