Kenia ;; Alpha ;; Celia
The alpha lounged by his den. His dark pelt soaking in the sun's rays. His eyes were closed as he rested right outside his den. Kenai was content with how things were going on with his pack. So far, nothing caused him to really panic in the past few moons. Panic yes, but nothing huge went down. The Celia pack was at the top of their game and nothing could really stop them in his eyes. The Servatis pack were young wolves in their ways. They weren't a major worry in Kenai's mind. They hadn't been around for as long as his own pack had. They were several generations ahead of the other pack.
Opening up his orange looking eyes, the Alpha rose up from his louding spot and studied his camp. It was one of those days were he wasn't barking at everyone to get things done. It was a day to relax and enjoy the autumn days before the winter hit. When winter did hit, the pack life would back to normal with Kenai pushing his wolves to survive.
Spotting his Betess Sookie sitting on a tree stump, the black furred wolf took his time to approach the female. He gave her a slight dip of his head to her as he sat down not far off. Hearing another voice as he sat down, Kenai turned his ehad slightly to see the Scout Isarya. He gave her a dip of his aswell before addressing Sookie, "Sookie. Has anything seemed out of the norm lately?" He was going to ask more before his hackles raised. a snarl ripped through his throat as he heared a challenging howl come from his territroy. The Alpha instantly jumped up flashed his eyes to Isarya. The scout would accompany him to to check out the loner. The loner -which he could tell was female- called out to the 'pack dogs' with a challenge. Kenai didn't stand for that. He merely brushed his tail on Isarya's sholder to incline for her to follow him before following the call. He dispised loners. They bugged him to his breaking point. He didn't plan to attack this one, just simply chase her into the Servatis land at least. He took it at a slow run, but then turned it into a full out sprint once he judged the direction this wolf howl had come from.
It didn't take long. When he reached a clearing that wasn't to far off from the river, he took in the sight of the loner. Her pelt was brown with white strands here and there. His hackles had cooled down a bit from the surprise, but his tail raised as his upper lip curled up. The Alpha let out a snarl, his eyes sticking to the loner. "Leave. Now." He barked sharply. Kenai's natural dominate side took over as he stood up straight and made hismelf as big as possible. He was in charge here, not this loner. This loner didn't belong here. It was his job to make sure that she got that message. He could feel Isarya beside him, but he didn't pay much mind to her.
Kakoa ;; Omega ;; Celia
Kakoa's young jaws were wrapped around a small bone from a rabbit. His teeth every once in awhile clicked together and ended up echoing throughout the woods. He wasn't in camp as he wanted to eat in peace. The Omega wasn't stupid enough to just hunt for himself. He was always the last one to eat when the hunters brought home a kill even if Kakoa did help. So what would make the young male think that he could hunt down a rabbit, eat it, then take nothing home? So that was why he had another rabbit lying beside the male. The two rabbits he had caught were very different from each other. One was small and tiny, the other one older is age and therefore larger. So Kakoa ate the small youngling and was now just polishing off the bones. His tail thumped happily as his sholders relaxed and his teeth just gnawed.
Kakoa's paws trapped the bone between them as his eyes closed and he focused on the meat flavor in the bones. With one finall crunch, the Omega snapped the bone in half when he grew tired of laying down and doing nothing. Picking the medium sized rabbit up in his jaws, he began on a easy going trot back to the Celia camp. When he arrived, he could see the Alpha run out of camp and towards the howl that the Omega had heard on his way back home. The wolf instantly loward his tail as he walked over to the small pile that was made up of small catches. He dropped the rabbit down on the pile before turning and moving off to the side. He layed down and waited. Waited for the day's task. As an Omega, his job was basicly to just lay down and wait untill needed. He wasn't a hunter, fighter, or a scout. He was the average wolf. He wouldn't have an offical rank untill he was older and it showed in his actions where he would go.
(Gah, so short)
Kakoa's young jaws were wrapped around a small bone from a rabbit. His teeth every once in awhile clicked together and ended up echoing throughout the woods. He wasn't in camp as he wanted to eat in peace. The Omega wasn't stupid enough to just hunt for himself. He was always the last one to eat when the hunters brought home a kill even if Kakoa did help. So what would make the young male think that he could hunt down a rabbit, eat it, then take nothing home? So that was why he had another rabbit lying beside the male. The two rabbits he had caught were very different from each other. One was small and tiny, the other one older is age and therefore larger. So Kakoa ate the small youngling and was now just polishing off the bones. His tail thumped happily as his sholders relaxed and his teeth just gnawed.
Kakoa's paws trapped the bone between them as his eyes closed and he focused on the meat flavor in the bones. With one finall crunch, the Omega snapped the bone in half when he grew tired of laying down and doing nothing. Picking the medium sized rabbit up in his jaws, he began on a easy going trot back to the Celia camp. When he arrived, he could see the Alpha run out of camp and towards the howl that the Omega had heard on his way back home. The wolf instantly loward his tail as he walked over to the small pile that was made up of small catches. He dropped the rabbit down on the pile before turning and moving off to the side. He layed down and waited. Waited for the day's task. As an Omega, his job was basicly to just lay down and wait untill needed. He wasn't a hunter, fighter, or a scout. He was the average wolf. He wouldn't have an offical rank untill he was older and it showed in his actions where he would go.
(Gah, so short)
Wysteria ;; Hunter ;; Servatis
The female had been up since dawn. Her mind was restless with boredem. She didn't even sleep for long. Perhaps only an hour or two. Wysteria's paws kneeded the ground as she swiviled around trees. If she had been human, she would have been rubbing her hands plus biting her nails. It wasn't that she was scared for something to happen. Just that she couldn't wait for anything to happen. Wysteria had always been a night wolf. Enjoying the moonshine and the rush of excitment whenever the moon lit the sky. Even as a pup, she used to drag her brother out to play in the middle of the night. Night fall was her friend. As a predator, she loved the darkness. The darkness helped her help the pack. The darkness hid Wysteria, hid her away from the bad and the weak. It kept the female in a sane state of mind. So, she often stayed up late and slept in the mornings. That's how it always was. Right now, the female was walking in circles in camp. Walking past the dens of her packmates, listening to them as they missed the change from dark to light. A slow whine escaped from her as she felt the last bit of the dark viel slip away. Her paws stopped her as she started to gather her thoughts for the day. even though with no sleep, mentally Wysteria felt as if she had slept her whole life. With he rlight grey eyes, she studied her surroundings, and found herself right by the Beta's den. Poking her muzzle into the male's den, her voice softly called his name, "Sterling. Sterling" She waited for any sound. Finding that there was no quick response, the female left the den alone and continued to wonder about camp. Her paws were itching for something to do. "The day's wasting away." She muttered quietly to herself.
It was half day. She didn't pay any attnetiion to the other wolves yet. That would take a moment before she would bother to recognize them. Her eyes lit as she finishe dher trail of thought and stopped pacing. The Servatis pack was moving now. "Thank the lords." she muttered as she started to move over towards the group of the pack's hunters. Hunting would give her something to do. A task to put her mind too. A large silver form appeared at the corner of Wysteria's eye, so the female naturally cast a glance to see what caused it. It was Sterling. She remembered she had called him eariler, he must have just woken up. Changing corses, the female strolled over to the male with a morning dip of her head to him, "About time you woke up." She chimed as she neared. She was going to say more, but when she could hear another voice address Sterling she knew that it was the Alpha. Leaving the beta to his duty of servicing the Alpha, the huntress moved over to where the hunters usally met. It was just a small sitting area with many scratchs and clawmarks made into the ground, evidence of previouse plans. Wysteria sat in her usal spot- with her back towards the southern border and her front facing the camp's heart. Her eyes danced across the pack as she waited for her fellow hunter Jasper and the Lead Huntress Sari. they were the only ones at the meetings, except for the Alpha or the Beta joining in. Even though the pack's Omegas did hunt with them, they didn't get to be a part of the discussion. After a plan was formed, one of the wolves would tell the Omegas the plan before they left.
Wysteria waited quietly and as she did she let out a huge yawn. It was the only sign that she hadn't slept much. Her pelt was still glossy with regular washing and care. With a change f the wind, Wysteria could smell Jasper. She stood up and found the male entering camp with a kill between his jaws. She called out a greeting to him, "Hey Jasper, nice job." Even though the kill was just a hare that was enough to put aside someone's hunger till the real catch was brought in.
Clayton ;; Loner ;; Servatis territroy
The male pulled hismelf out of the river and shook the droplets from his belly fur. Before him layed mostly moors and foresty areas. It was a change from the scenery behind him; thick forests and rocky cliffs. The Servatis territroy was more open then the celia territroy. Feeling wide open in his current spot, Clayton dashed off towards the nearest clump of forest. He was hungry. The loner hadn't ate for a day atleast. In the Celia area he had been to worried about wolves finding him to look for food. His stomach brumbled as he neared the comfert of trees. If he was lucky, maybe Clay could find a rabbit atleast.It took a while of jsut wondering around and scenting for food. but Clayton eventualy found a trail. It lead out of the saftey fo the trees though. The wolf's stomach took control though and pushed the male forward though. He tried to keep hismelf quite, but he was a bit out of practice. For days he had just been eating scraps like a bird. His nose stuck to the ground as he inhaled the trail which was getting fresher. Picking his head up, Clayton could spot the molting grey lump. His mouth opened wide as he let out a soft bark. He felt like a pup on his first hunt. Changing speed, the loner was now right on the creature's trail. He was hearding it back into a new clump of trees and out of the open. He gave occasional nips at it's backside before pouncing and smacking his paws on the hare's back.
He swollowed the last bit of the meat from his catch. even though it wasn't much, the small meal made Clayton have higher spirites. Lifting his muzzle to the air, he tried to locate where the river was. It was faint, but not eaxactly out of his reach. He was about to go back to the water sorce when another smell caught his nose. Panick filtered through Clay's brown eyes as he smelled Servatis, but stronger and more feminin. It was a Servatis wolf, a female at that. Investagating the scent once again, he relaxed just a bit to find that it was only one wolf. The problem was though, she was in his way to the river. Well maybe he could sneak past. His steps were now more catious as he moved towards the she-wolf and the river.
The trees were thinning out and he could now make out the black body of the she-wolf(Phyre). Clay now started to move to his right as he kept his eyes on the back of the she-wolf. He would be fine as long as he stayed downwind of her. The loner was taking small steps and slowly moving to the right. He was going to make it. The wolf froze though when he felt the wind now flow against his left side. The wind has shifted. Now it wouldn't have been a problem if Clay was closer to the river, but he was still behidn the she-wolf, "Screw it." He muttered as he stood up and started to run. even if she didn't catch his scent, the longer he stayed in that area, the easier his scent would be identified.
