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{{I've missed to much therefore it'd be best to draw my character onto his own path. ouo I shall be running into you lot soon though once i'm up to speed.}}

Subliminals' chasms drifted toward the lithosphere allowing a passive labrum to dominate the brutes visage. Knowing that this opportunity was a rare one, he was forced to turn it down. Taking a gamble with a solemn wolf style of living.

Perhaps i'll run into them again.. He thought contently shrugging it off as his occulus examined each of their faces and instilling their scents in his memory.

Abrading the dry crimson liquid off his maw for sustenance he'd crawl back a bit figuring Scarlett could handle herself being that she calmed down and facile-y trotted through the woods in search of the con-caved tree. A short moment after, a coy smile swept across his maw when he spotted it and almost immediatly rushing his bulk inside; coiling up in a consolement of his own whilst chasms grew heavy forcing him to slink into a light slumber.

Bullet listened to the two chat a bit. She was very tired all of a sudden. Bullet decided to lay down for a bit. Though sleep may not happen at least she would be able to rest her body. Eyes lingered on the spotted one, unsure if she could be trusted or not.

Ember ran through the forest, her blood red pelt blending in with the sunset of the sky. She had smelled others like her from far away, she was so happy she wasn't the only one. After she killed the other wolves she found a year or so ago she thought she was alone, until just recently when she caught that same smell from long ago. She never meant to kill them, but they were planning to kill her. Their exploding bodies and blood all around her still haunts her dreams, but she doest care anymore. She ran up a small hill that also looked like it as bathed in blood, then stopped as she looked down at the small group of wolves down by the river. Most of them laid down by a tree, and one of them was up in a tree. She wanted to run down there and be accepted and welcomed, but she stayed rooted to the spot wondering if they too would try to kill her. So instead of moving she just sat down where she was at and looked up at the sky.

Ember thought about the wolves that she had killed when defending herself, the look of horror as their limbs swelled and then exploded, or when they watched a fellow wolf's head blow up like a balloon and then pop. She remembered the taste of blood on her mouth and how much she had liked it. Her stomach rumbled and she realized just how hungry she was. Looking back down at the wolves she promised herself that she'd be back to join after she eats something...maybe. Just as she turned around the blood that stained her fur rippled, and she froze. She then pretended to shake it off like it was the wind, and walked back down the hill. Then once she felt she was out of view from the group the blood from her back moved towards Streak lightning fast and grabbed his foot and pulled him out towards her. Her clean white coat could be seen with tentacles made of blood piled up on her back. "Who are you?" She growled threateningly.

Streak got up quite surprised that that the female detected him. "Thanks Crescent" Streak readied himself in case she chose to attack. He glanced at Jet relieved to see that came and back at the wolf irritated that she attacked him. "Be careful with this one. It seems the she has some influence over blood. I was concealed but she found out I was there, like she already knew."

Kuro heard the commotion and lifted to his paws seeing that Jet felt the same way they'd take care of it. "Both of you stay here. I'll go figure out whats going on." He directed his tail towards Bullet and Jet. He turned and ran off to the hill. Arriving behind his two pack members he observed the bloodied female and looked at Crescent. "What going on here? Who is this bloody wolf stirring up trouble?"

Frostridge had not understood the carrying-ons which made her already throbbing head ache far worse; finally, some consensus seemed to be reached as the wolves visibly relaxed, rather then rip each other's throat out.

The husky was playful, almost childish. His black and white markings so reminded her of Toska, her old teammate, a cheerful medic with a similarly friendly nature- a pang of ache echoed in her chest at the remembrance of just how alone she was, not knowing if her former team was alive or dead...

The husky had the smell of altered blood on him, which made her uneasy at first. She had seen first hand what would happen if a non-immune consumed the flesh of an altered; even with immunity, the severe, terrifying hallucinations were more then enough for her to steer clear. But the blood smelled old and stale, that peculiar rotten scent faded with time. Hopefully, he was not infected, lest she have to put him down herself...

The group seemed to decide to rest, and she decided to excuse herself to go take care of the altered corpse, lest some hapless creature feast on it. She limped back the way the old scent of her blood trail lay and soon found the mass of distorted fur. Even dead, its terrifying bony plates and angular tusks made her grimace- she got up close, raising her head above the dead corpse clicked a fang expertly into a tiny slot in the handle of her blade. A single pellet fell from it and disappeared into the deep fur she backed hastily away. There was a short series of ticking noise, before a tiny explosion and a patch of fur erupted into flames as the incendiary capsule went off with its fuel source-

Soon the remains of the Altered were blazing into the deep night sky, as she watched the acrid flames thoughtfully as she re sheathed her blade. She had only a few capsules left, and the humans had been the ones to provide her with them, so she had to be careful with her limited supply...Could she trust this new overwhelming development, with so many wolves? Her rib cage was still knitting itself back together, her energy reserves, both natural and not were running dry- Tired, still hungry and battered, but she had a team now, things did not seem so dark...

She silently practiced what little she remembered of the wolven tongue. "Brother...hurt...no...bird...sky...grass." the words felt clumsy on her lips, but still she practiced-

An overwhelming smell of blood. Not right. Not right... And the scent of the streaked one, the husky- they were in danger.

With a snarl, she forced herself to her feet, following the direction of her nose- the air around her chilled as her body dipped into far colder temperatures, masking most of her scent and her heat signature, the light of the stars wrapped around her making her a mere shimmer of air to the natural eye- More a ghost instead of a wolf, she made her way to the location, on edge though she stumbled and her nerves screamed. In no condition for a prolonged fight, but they were in danger.

Frostridge made her way to the scene, a phantom as she observed the intense standoff. There was something about this blood spattered female, something off that made her feel like she did when going toe to toe with a Hunter Class Altered. She was a danger. Still, as her other new comrades also began to arrive, they did not move as if waiting for her to speak. On silent feet, she padded closer unseen, the dagger already held confidently in her teeth. She would end this quickly if the Bloodied One made one false move- she had enough in her now for that at least.