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Jaxom paced up and down the banks of the river. His ears were perked up, alert and searching for unfamiliar sounds. His emerald orbs stared upon a deserted deer carcass that was half devoured but would be suitable to soothe the adolescents dire hunger.

He could vaugely recall the last time he had eaten a filling meal and, as he had happened to stumble across such a prize, it was too tempting to avoid. His eyes scanned round about as he searched for any wolf that lurked nearby as the last thing he wanted was to fight and risk his life to satisfy his hunger.

As his stomach drove him to desperate measures, Jaxom had no choice. Slowly he padded across the shallow depths of the river and lunged towards the opposite bank. Approaching the carcass with caution, the brown and orange male sniffed it several times and ravenously began to tear away at it.

Gnawing and ripping away strips of meat from the remnant dear carcass, Jaxom found himself to become content and satisfied. His pains of hunger were dissapating and with each bite of raw flesh he felt as if his strength was slowly replenishing ounce by ounce. He hoovered over the kill as his eyes continued to occasionaly glance up, keeping a watchful eye for if the owner of the kill was lurking closeby.

An unfamiliar scent wafted in the air. His head shot up as his eyes directed him several feet away where a green she-wolf drank at the waters edge. His body became tense as a sudden lash of fear seemed to sweep through his body.

Jaxom was still young, an adolescent who still was trying to find himself and a place where he belonged. Wheter she was the owner of the kill or not he was uncertain if she could be considered a threat. As his eyes gazed upon her, the brown and orange male conjured up his fear.

"Look, I didn't mean to intrude on your kill, Miss, honest." His tone was soft with a pleasent ring. "I'm not lookin' for trouble so I'll be on my way," he remarked as he slowly padded away from the kill and drew closer towards the river.

His emerald orbs were softened as rays of light seeped through the boughs and branches of the towering trees. Jaxom had never encountered nor scented her before but she appeared cautious and wary of his presence.

A warm, friendly smile crept upon his orange maw as he looked upon the green female with respect. "Well there's more than enough here for one and I wouldn't mind to share the wealth," he smirked as he sat upon his haunches.

At first glance, the female still appeared a bit timid in his presence yet the adolescent had found himself to be a bit nervous. Yet as she spoke he only sensed a sweet spirit and one who was kind.

"My name is Jaxom. I'm still fairly new to the woods but I've gotten use to it. May I have your name, Miss?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Whisper," the adolescent replied with a wag of his tail. His ears perked up in a relaxed and nonchalant manner as Whisper's true personality broke through and truly unveiled a completely different wolf.

"I came to the woods when I was a pup from the mountains to the South-East." Upon the offer of being show around, he smiled. "I'd like that," he commented as he padded closer toward the water as he sought to quench his thirst.

He dipped his muzzle into the cool waters as he welcomed such soothing relief. Lapping up the water in a casual manner, Jaxom looked up towards the green she-wolf and grinned.

"I wouldn't let another wolf not revel in the spoils of a kill." His tone was bubbly and lively as he glanced towards the deer carcass barely a feet or two away, "I'd be delighted if you'd join me," he added.

His tail wagged with with thrill as Whsiper padded across the river and sat next to him with, still, a friendly smile spread wide across her maw. He was enjoying his company as it seemed it had been too long since he had crossed paths with another wolf.

Jaxom tilted his head slightly as he caught a slight glimpse of a momentarily change within the green she-wolfs eyes. His own emotions of joy subsided as he briefly reflected upon his own past of scorching flames, howls that pierced the night and the scent of blood heavy within the air. Man had killed his pack but the whereabouts and knowledge if his family had survived was shrouded but, perhaps, one day he would uncover the truth and reunite with them if only they hadn't forgotten about him.

"It was man and fire that ravaged my pack lands but wheter my family is alive I have yet to discover," he simply replied with a more somber tone as he silently pleaded with his mind to take these pains away from him, to free his mind and let the nightmares of the night take him hostage.

He closed his eyes softly and shook his head, his fur shaking as the air bristled his back furs upwards and then down again. As if someone or something had heard his thoughts, the memories were gone until night would bind him in sleep. Peace would be upon him until night would come.

Just as Whisper spoke, the brown and orange adolescent opened his eyes and smiled. "No problem, Whisper. Besides, you never know when you'll get a chance to eat around here." he replied as he trailed alongside her towards the kill.

The scent itself was sweet as it was sure to lure any hungry wolf to such a prize find. He watched as the she-wolf ate, a grin spread across his orange maw as she turned towards her. "Maybe a few more bites," he replied as he lowered his maw towards the kill. He pulled his lips away from his fangs as he was just about to tear a loose piece away from the carcass as a question, he hoped wouldn't be offending, popped into his mind.

"Whisper, If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up here at Shaoilin Woods? Was it because of two leggers?"

He had barely sunk his teeth into the flank of the deer but yeilded in mid-bite as Whisper spoke. His emerald orbs widened as she divulged her story to him. Not only had her pack been ravaged by man muck like his olf pack but she too knew and had experienced the blows of grief and sorrow that man had thursted at him.

Mankind had taken away not only his family and friends but a piece of himself could never be revived again. Somewhere within there was a part of him that would be lost forever because of mans hatred against wolves.

Jaxom listened intently, her words slowly drawing from her mouth as she unveiled her tale of how she came to the woods. Every word that she spoke struck a memory that surged into his recollection as some even caused a cold, sick feeling to stir within him. As the green she-wolf turned her head away from him, Jaxom padded several steps towards her.

A concerned expression drew upon his orange maw as a low whine was sounded. "Two leggers have no right to tresspass on our lands and slaughter our brethren and families. We've all experience pains but to lose a family, even a friend, is too much."

He was cautious as he inched toward her, drawing his muzzle towards hers in a manner of sympathy and support.

Wolves have never trespassed against mankind but why, why are our packs being mercilessly slaughtered? His ears slightly drew flat as the constant thought swept through his mind. If he ever could manage to become accepted into a pack, he'd make sure that no two legger would take away with that of which he had found. A home and, of course, a family to call his own.

To say the least, Jaxom was a warrior. Crusading through the destruction and filth that lathered the world, he was one who sought truth. Within his soul his grief and sorrow was buried within the midsts of his memories of the tragedy that had struck his pack. Never would he playfully wrestle with the young pups, never relax within the golden flower beds nor hunt with his brother..with Damu.

He couldn't...no he never could forget his older brother. As white as fresh fallen snow yet marked with swirling shadows of black, Damu was his personal mentor. Just before the two leggers had seiged the packlands, the older male had promised to refine his brothers tactics in social skills. When mankind had set fire to the packlands, its dry state was suddenly engulfed in flames and, as a last resort, Damu owed his life to his pack and fought. Wheter or not he had survived was something that Jaxom sought to uncover from the shrouded truth.

"I never knew nor experience such pain until I left everything behind and everyone I had ever known, loved, was taken from me. Two leggers never have, nor will, understand our kind." His ears motioned flat as he parted his gaze momentarily towards the ground.

"If only man could see through the eyes of a wolf they would see who we are, what we are. A caring soul behind the beast."

Drawing his eyes up towards Whisper, Jaxom couldn't help but smile. He had always dreamed of joining a pack, especially one far away from the realm of the two-leggers. "I'd like that," he replied with a smile.

His mind was whirling in the thought of packlands. Free, wide open space where mankind had yet to tread upon and where wolves could find themselves secluded in their own paradise. The very thought caused a wide grin to spread across his orange maw as his tail wagged with anxiousness. For once, he wanted to break away from the woods and find a pack where he could finally belong.

"Well if you've had your fill than perhaps, if its alright with you, we can head on over to your packlands. All I've wanted since I came to the woods was to find a pack, somewhere that I belonged." His tone was solemn with a hint of excitement as this would be one of his first times venturing away from the woods and he couldn't so easily tear his mind away from the thought.

Shifting a paw to press atop the carcass, the adolescent male drew his fangs close and tore away a suitable piece of meat. As he swallowed the last remaining fragments left in his mouth, Jaxom found himself to become satisfied and content as he would not need a filling meal for some time.

"Wherever you go I'll follow you, Whisper," he smiled as he drew his gaze to match the green she-wolf, "I'm up for anything."