||Act of Valor||WOLF RP||NEW ACCEPTING||

[Tyger Tyger]

Samma looked up, watching the occasional flake still drifting out of the sky. 'They are beautiful.' She agreed, tracking the path of one as it spiralled down in wide circles. 'Like petals.' Smaller and more delicate than any full flower. One landed on the edge of her nose, sending a shiver down her back and making her sneeze, breaking the serenity. She laughed and looked back to Soldier with a grin. 'Still very cold though.'

[Alpha*]

The only responce that Sol gives is warm laughter. His ears perk at the voice of Thorn, at the wolves' pawsteps. He also knows that his group of loners were placed in a small cave that was not with the other packs, cold frutration is almost tangible on his pelt.

Malone lifts her muzzle.

[Tyger Tyger]

A little of the happiness left Samma's eyes when she saw the frustration in Soldiers. She wasn't expecting her pack to get pride of place in the dens either, she was actually a bit surprised there were enough dens around for what was pretty much three packs worth of wolves, but cutting off Sols group like this didn't seem right to her. Maybe it was to keep the pups outside the main area, lots of packs did that and the pups seemed to have latched on to that group. She'd like to think that was the reason and there was no mistrust. She fluffed up her fur a little more, pretending to be colder than she felt. 'A den on your own is always do,d this time of year. Mind if I share with you guys?' She asked, directing the question to all of the group but caring most about Soldier's answer. She pretended she was asking for the change because of the weather, but it was just as much down to the company. She wanted to be friends with Malone, and she really liked Soldier.

[Alpha*]

Ocean shakes her fine head with a smile. "I dont mind." says the brown wolf sweetly, she licks Atgaar's ears and then Jax's with a certain maternal air. "Malone?"

The silver wolf looks up, "what? Oh no, no, I dont mind if you stay at all Samma." she says head on her paws again. There is a tenseness in her shoulders that says she is about to intervene. "Sol??"

"If you don't mind being an outcast," responds the Dark Warrior, his ears flick at the protest of snow but doesnt comment on it. "I would be glad to invite you in Miss Samma." he tells her with a sweet smile that is mostly real, a moment of that and then his head is down and the emotion gone.

[Tyger Tyger]

Atgaar lifted his head and blinked sleepily at Malone. 'You're not Soldier.' He said, his face screwing up a bit in the confusion that always follows waking up.
'Thanks.' Samma said, her face splitting into a smile. 'But we don't have to be outcasts. I mean, that's a pretty pessimistic way of looking at it, we're all on the pack territory and more or less involved in the pack, even if they're being unfair to you with hunting and your den's a bit further away.' Samma always thought of an outcast as a loner no body liked, but they were all sticking together, and she certainly liked them.

[Alpha*]

Malone smiles down at the pups. "Sol is right there, guarding the den.'' she relplies.

Soldier flicks his ears, "It's alright Atgaar you arnt alone." he rumbles in reply. He doesnt know how to answer Samma; "I'll try to be less passimistic Miss Samma." he says quietly, scenting for the lead hunter.

(i think we aught to wait for the others.)

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios smiled softly, "I- I like you too." He mumbles, voice soft and awkward. It was strange to say 'I love you,' and he hoped she'd understand. He closes his eyes and breathes in the cool air, the coldness of it felt in his lungs and blooming like a frost flower. He shivered slightly as he opens his eyes back up to glance at Fell in front of him, her black coat collecting snow on it as it sprinkled softly. The white stood out against her dark pelt and she looked as though she had the stars in her fur. "Then... Have you ever considered about- About raising a family?" His voice faltered and he looked down at his paws, feeling madly hot even in this cold wind from his embarrassment.

Lujayn tenses up her muscles, visible underneath her fur coat, moves slowly and quietly, the snow muffling her soft movements. She curses inwardly for how slow she had to move, but it was the only way she'd ever catch the squirrel, cleaning its face with its hands and flicking its bushy tail. It took few moments and when she could tell she was close enough, (she always did have this sense of judging distance with her eyes) she bunched up her muscles in her hind legs and recoiled back quickly and pushing off the ground. The squirrel spots her, rising from the snow like an ice wraith, jaws open and revealing sharp, ivory fangs. Only that it realized too late and moved too slow, her jaws closing in on the squirrel's torso and heard a snap, like a shark would leap and sink its fangs into an unsuspecting seal. She falls down onto the ground on her back, only to quickly get back up on her paws. Eating here in the forest would bring other starving predators as her, even in the territory she called home. She tried as quickly as she could to return back, though not running from the tiredness that plagued her muscles. The taste of blood on her tongue made her shiver with hunger. She had not tasted the fresh blood of prey since weeks ago. It should be but a brief relief for her stomach, though it would be enough for now.

[Tyger Tyger]

'Oh.' Atgaar looked where Malone had directed, and was pleased to see his new big brother not too far away. 'Hi.' He called over, wagging his tail happily before turning back to the wolf beside him. 'So who are you?' He asked curiously.
Samma smiled again. 'Do try, you'll live longer. And make more friends.' She grinned, teasing him a little. She saw him scenting the air, and sniffed too. 'Guess Lujayn's back.' She said, recognising the smell of the wolf who'd left for the woods earlier. 'I wonder when she'll call the hunt.' She thought out loud.

[Alpha*]

Soldier grins a hello to Atgaar and then nods to Samma."When the squirrel she caught is in her belly." he wrinkles his nose at the smell of its blood, however faint. She had passed them a mere yard and a half away.

Malone answers, "I'm Malone, Soldier is my pack-kin..like you are to him." she explains and smiles at the pup.

[C O R V I D]

Fell tilted her head as she thought her eyes drifted elsewhere considering the question and shook her head. "Honestly I had never thought about it...I never really thought I would ever like someone like I like you. Or even another to like me..."