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➳ Female ➳ Four ➳ Wolf ➳ Theta ➳ Single ➳
- Indent The young healer trembled in the recesses of the rocky cave, her crimson orbs flashing wildly as she traced his outline against the brightened entrance. Deducing what she could from behind the male, the sun was at a rather high spot in the sky. The rambunctiousness of the pack would only go to further that assumption. 'If Zeyev wasn't coming yet, he most definitely would be on his way soon.' It didn't take long for the thought to flash across the female's mind, causing the ivory furred wolf to freeze in both her thought process and her movements. Her gaze froze, the whites of her eyes shining in the faint sunlight. The thought of having to deal with her alpha searching her out caused the healer to withdraw farther into the cavern in which she had been dwelling, a highly fearful gleam taking over her garnet colored irises. Nymeria happened to find herself so overwhelmed with her thoughts that when Britannia had moved to allow the female more space she jumped slightly, a soft whine echoing in the den before she lightly covered her muzzle with her paws. Closing her vermillion colored eyes and focussing slightly on her breathing, trying to calm herself down even the slightest bit.
Indent It only took a few minutes to slow down her rapidly beating heart, although the wolf's body still remained highly tensed, almost like she was ready to spring from her compacted position to run if needed. It was actually rather surprising to Nymeria that she took such a short time to recollect her mind, instead of continuing on the verge of hyperventilation, like she often times would have. Normally she would've needed aid from the massive collection of herbs back within the medical den, many of them being known for their calming properties. She didn't have any of those on hand at the moment though, and the den was a little far, especially when in a rather taxing conversation with a Lambada. If she had been just any wolf, she probably wouldn't have found the conversation as strenuous on her mind, but it was clear that the Theta wasn't just like normal wolves. Both personality wise and appearance wise. "N-N-Nymer-ia." She stuttered out softly, raising her gaze to the male briefly before dropping it once again. "J-Ju-st c-c-call m-me N-N-Nymer-ia, p-p-plea-se."
Indent The snow pelted canine slowly raised her body, however her stomach still brushed the floor of her den, burgundy gaze dancing everywhere but the older wolf. She felt bad for the fact that she had cut him off with her earlier remark, but she rather he addressed her by her name, even if her rank deserved such a respect - which if you asked Nymeria, she would say was highly uncalled for. She was just a healer, while she was the best of the best (and her rank went to show it,) she didn't see the need for things to be so hyped up. Her ears flicked slightly as she remained silent, as to clearly hear the male's words through all the commotion going on outside her den, although her tail remained in between her hind legs. Still fully submissive. "Th-th-this i-is j-j-just a-s mu-much y-y-your t-terri-t-tory a-as i-i-it i-s m-m-mine." The words were soft, but not untrue. She may have occupied the den, but the pack occupied the grounds and she couldn't blame the male for walking slightly too close to her abode. It wasn't like he had the intention to put her on edge, or that he could have known just what such a meaningless action would do to her. "Y-y-you d-did n-n-not tr-tres-p-p-pass, y-y-you c-c-ould n-not ha-ve kn-known wh-at s-s-such a-act-tion c-c-could in-flict. I-I-I w-will n-n-not bl-ame y-y-you f-for su-ch." She stammered out lowly, shaking slightly with the effort it took her to formulate a few full sentences as a suitable response to the soft-spoken male before her.
Indent As the commotion outside her den continued, the four year old Theta shied further away from the entrance, eyes widening a drastic amount. Ruby irises filling with fear. She couldn't see just what was going on, but she could tell there was something majorly wrong. The faint sounds of deep growls mixed with higher pitched whimpers caused the female to rise to her paws - although albeit rather shakily. "B-B-Brit-t-tann-ia, i-if y-y-you w-would n-n-not m-m-mind." She said lightly, still stumbling over her words, however her tone wasn't as submissive as it had been all the previous times she had spoken. It was clear that there was an issue going on within the world of the living, and from the sounds she heard within her isolated abode, something drastic was going on. Someone was hurt. She would be needed. The milky colored canine carefully walked forward, still holding herself with a submissive posture as she slipped past the male and out of the den to see Zeyev lunge at Barak, closing his jaws around the lamabada's neck. The sensitive young healer gasped quietly, freezing in place, eyes widening even more than they had previously - which was an extraordinary feat in itself! - as she observed the scene before her. 'Starting to wish you didn't leave the den now, aren't you Nymeria...' The voice in her head was taunting, but she really couldn't help but agree with it. She much rather have stayed within the den, but that wasn't an option anymore. A healer would be needed, and she would need to snap out of her reverie before she ended up being the next target of Zeyev's wrath.
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➳ Male ➳ Three ➳ Wolf ➳ Loner ➳ Single ➳
- Indent The shadow of a figure smirked his rather wolfish grin, his golden eyes narrowing in on the rustle in the bushes. If the wolf had eyebrows, they most definitely would've been raised in a slight form of questioning amusement. It was clear to him that this stranger wasn't too keen on identifying themselves at the moment, which only caused him to take a step towards the area he perceived them to be located. Although, tempting as it was, the rouge decided that calling out to this pack wolf wasn't in the best of his interest. 'Totally in your interest though.' A small voice in the back of his head spoke, causing his eyes to gleam dangerously as his tail lashed through the air behind him. If he wanted to keep the already wary stranger around though, the male would have to be on his best behaviour. Besides, what good was a toy when they weren't within his grasp? If this wolf had run back to their pack, Rhaegal would need to pull off a few dangerous endeavors to bring them back with him. Such endeavors he wasn't certain he wanted to tamper among yet.
Indent When a pair of orange colored ears peeked over the edge of a bush, the wolfish grin lifted his lips just slightly over his canines, cold gaze shining in the limited sunlight. The three year old canine took a step back, allowing the pack wolf space if they desired to approach him. As the tri-colored female stepped away from the brush, the male tilted his head slightly, one ear perked while the other flopped slightly over. The male sat back on his haunches, an almost bored look overtaking the gleam in his golden orbs - this female that had appeared in front of him, assertive gaze and all, posed no threat to him. In fact, she would be a better toy than if it had been a male wolf that had been tracking the rouge this far. She'd be easier to corrupt, easier to break. His perked ear twitched slightly as she spoke, and again if the male had eyebrows than they would've been raised - though this time it would've been in disinterest rather than amusement.
Indent "Lunaris pack, huh?" The male spoke, a flat tone to his naturally deep voice. He turned his eyes away from the female briefly, if his posture meant anything, it was definitely that this opposing canine posed no threat to him. There was nothing to fear from such a petite female, especially when he knew that his capabilities far outmatched hers. A rather conceited thought, but both his build and his experience in the matter were the basis behind his assumption. "It would appear I have not heard about such a matter, care to enlighten me?" Rhaegal spoke easier, his words slightly honeyed. If he had any chance in keeping the female from bolting and telling her alpha of the 'outsider' that bordered their pack territory, he had to play nicely. Even if just for a little while - as difficult as such a thing would be form him. Without meeting the newcomer's eyes, the charcoal furred wolf sunk his incisors into the flesh of the rabbit. Ripping a chunk of meat from it's back before lifting his head slightly, blood tainting his teeth and maw as he grinned. Waiting patiently for a response while he fed on the prey he had made such a beautiful performance out of.
