maccon.
The omega sat alone by the pond, not really wanting to conversate with anybody. For the most part Maccon is a solitary wolf and he wants it to stay that way. He looked longingly into the water, the water ripples messing up his apperence which he could care less about. His eyes left the water, glancing around and then landing on his paws. Maccon looked at some of the scars that had been left on his paws from the forest fire, the thought of the event haunting his mind yet again. He got up, and walked off,not wanting to remember the tragic event.
zeverly.
The alpha aimlessly wandered around the enclosure, rather bored and hungry. The black male walked into the forest, deciding that he would go out to hunt since the prey pile was low. His eyes scanned around the forest, then seeing Peregrine not that far away. He shrugged his shoulders, walking up to her and noticing her short breaths. " Hello Peregrine,are you ok..? " he said, slightly worried for his hunter who the pack needed to survive. Zeverly sat down patiently, waiting for the fae to respond to his question as his tail slowly wagged back and forth.
webster.
The fae sniffed the fresh morning air, slightly smiling to herself as the crows magjestically flew above her head. The hunter then sniffed the air again, this time for the scent of prey. She instantly caught the scent of a rabbit and began to follow the unmistakable scent. The white female then found the rabbit, leaping on the small creature and biting into it's neck, killing the small prey item. She held up the limp rabbit in her jaws, slowly walking back to the prey pile, taking in the beautiful trees as they towered over the first enclosure.
zacharyy.
The beta male lay asleep in his den, even though it was his duty to get up early. He had stayed up late planning hunting parties and other important pack events. The brown male shifted around uncomfortably waking up with the light shining brightly in his eyes. He snarled quietly at himself, for it was his fault that he had stayed up so late making the plans. Zach got reluctantly got up, walking out of his den and to the prey pile, which was empty. He frowned, then sniffed the air, deciding that he would have to hunt for himself.
