[мσσ∂ ;; All Content] [Ɯιтн ;; No one.] [яɛℓαтισиƨнιρ ;; Both crushless]
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Dream lifted her velvety black nose to the sky, lips parted as she intook the clear air. It tasted like a breeze was coming, and she also felt it down to her marrow. The alphess swiped her tail over alpha rock, jumping gracefully and landing with a light thud. She was quite small for an alphess, but the muscles were hidden beneath her long white fur that curled some-what at the ends. Instead of tripping her up, it seemed to glide around her legs in an intricate dance with the wind. Void had something similar; just not as long and curly. Her fur wasn't very long anyway, just longer than most wolves around this area. She paced slightly on the dry grass, scenting Blazing Sun pack wolves not far off. Especially a female, the alpha was the submissive scent in this case. A few cries of death hummed in her ears and she clucked her tongue, nosing through their own. It was quite big, for the abundance was incredible here. Soon, the wolves began to wake. Void first, strolling out of his den with a soft yawn at his lips. Next came Rromise, her usual scowl on her face. Dream shook her head, a small smile gracing her features. "Well, good morning Sunshine." She shot playfully, and Promise smiled quickly before the frown was back. She did have quite the soft-spot for friends, and, even though she'd never admit it, loves pups. However, she always claims: 'Pups are a waste of my time and some dumb mate's! Whiny little chew toys...' Promise hates being thought of as a softie, due to taking care of her bashful sister Spirit. This brought a pang to both female's chests, as she left because of Void. Face devoid of further expression, they both took off for their moring duties.
Spirit sighed in her den, dragging herself out. She hoped Dream wouldn't be mad she slept in. There weren't any pups to watch, and Lord knows she can't hunt. Never, just eat. Unlike Hawk, who only ate things he killed. Weird habit of his, given to him by his tough past with famine and being a loner. Speaking of Hawk, her friend emerged from his den and stretched his back legs, Cynder appearing out of delta's den. The two yawned, Cynder watching and Hawk slumping. Out of the corner of her dull brown eyes, Spirit vaguely saw Cynder approached Amber. She was pretty, she'd never be like her. Brutes didn't want a dull-eyed pup-sitter with a crazy pelt; they wanted a sweet fae like Amber. Mulling this over brought a frown to her face, but knew that wasn't tolerable in this pack. She quickly changed her face to a neutral mask, picking over toys for pups: Bones, dead game, etc. Nothing to do with no pups.
Cynder approached the brown-coated female, a soft smile on his face. "Good morning, Amber." he dipped his head, bright blue eyes catching the light and shining. He grinned at the blue sky, the sweet breeze kissing his sides. Ruefully, he glared at the dry grass. Summer was his only love, along with Spring. He didn't fancy snow of Winter and bright colors of Autumn. The grey brute returned his lake-blue eyes, framed by tiny grey-black lashes; black whiskers poking out of his grinning cheeks.
