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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:08 pm
 Honestly, this whole situation was growing intolerable. Merc and Mars and everybody were an improvement from her family, probably, but they were a little bit frustrating. And swarming around like a pack of directionless, angry ants was far more satisfying in theory than in practice, it turned out.
So she was doing some solo adventuring, and it was excellent! Strutting through the forest as the sun began to tip its way slowly westward, she lolled her tongue and relaxed her ears, gave her coat a little shake and did a two-step prance. Her forepaws and face were gluey and strangely swollen, her lips puffed into an artificial sneer. What dumb kind of bee sets their hive in a fallen tree, anyway? Far, far, far too easy for any old wolf to get into.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 9:38 am
Kera had recently taken it upon herself to aid in her fathers responsibility in patrolling the packs boundaries though for no particular gain of her own; from the recent pack meeting it was clear there were plenty of older more experience wolves within the pack playing politics, gathering favour or bullying their way up the social ladder to earn favour with the King and Queen. Kera set it firmly into her mind she'd take no part in it all, though she'd not class it as nonsense and she knew one day it'd be her day to strive for such things but right now she new she was young, inexperience and ill prepared to battle with the other wolves in the Reign.
So here she was, patrolling the boarders to one of the most feared packs in all of Telk when her nostrils alerted her to an unfamiliar scent of another wolf. She instantly stopped in her tracks wondering if she should alert her father but she knew either Hugin or Munin would circle over head at some point and she'd signal then, or be spotted; knowing the ravens. She tried to pin point in which direction the other wolf lay and then crept towards them.
Unlike other wolves within the Reign, Kera was not outwardly aggressive, she was not quick to temper nor was she politically minded, she didn't possess the charm to gain favour in such a manner. No simply put she was a well oiled tool, much like her name suggested she was something that had begun a transgression to become something great, something deadly, lethal, quiet and graceful. She edged her way closer, keeping herself down wind, out of sight, scent and sound as she watched the strange wolf wander through these deadly parts of the land, wondering if they'd have enough sense to soon turn away from this packs boundaries.
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