Ratchie. Rat|Male|Hunter|No Crush|With; No one|Feeling; Content|
Ratchie emerged from his den, licking his lips hungrily as he padded around camp. His dark coloured coat glistened as he moved, ruffling with each step as his dusty golden eyes sparkled. His jaws longed to bite down on some meat, to have his fangs sink into an animal on the run, to bring it down and get a reward for his efforts. Ratti was a Hunter, so why not hunt now? He was hungry, and his paws brought him over to the forest. He silently weaved between the trees, the leaves high above in a cluster, spread across all the wide branches. He could hear small brids twittering about him, when a loud 'caw' rudely interrupted their songs. A crow, which it's feather's as black as a midnight without the glow of the moon, stared with it's beady little eyes at the creatures. It cawed again, before expanding it's wings and leaning forward. I leapt off the branch it had comfortably rested on, to return to the air, feeling the sky was where it belonged. Rat stopped to look up at the crow, making him sit down. The black bird made it's way further and further, deeper into the vast blue sky. It was funny, how crows were always known as trouble makers, and yet Ratti found a way to appreciate the, to gaze at one as it flew off into the distance. Surely it was on it's way to torment a hawk for it's game, but this brute gazed until he shook his head, snapping out of his little day dream. The chirping of the small birds returned, a chickadee gave it's signature call. Ratchie couldn't help but smile, as he made his way deeper into the forest, eyes searching, ears alert.
Scarlette. Scar|Female|Loner|No Crush|With; No one|Feeling; Curious-Content|
Scarlette lay under the shade of a tree, outside the pack's borders. She knew not to cross over, she didn't want any business of any pack wolves yet. She didn't want to cause a problem or make a mess by wandering into their territory. She knew better, she respected their boundaries. As long as they didn't bother her, she wouldn't bother them. She didn't take their food or hunt the game in their territory, and in exchange she expected they don't sabotage her hunts. Though she hadn't had a conversation with anyone from this pack before, she just assumed they wouldn't bother her if they didn't notice her. She wasn't trying to hide but he surely wasn't trying to make herself known by all.
She got up and wandered around, feeling rather bored. It seemed so quiet, perhaps too quiet. She shrugged it off, and began to walk at the edge of the border, along the territory line. She paced back and forth, taking about ten steps one way before turned around and doing ten more. Her eyes glinted and her fur bristled, staying alert as ever, being a Loner she pretty much always had her guard up.