Magnus
{Alpha--Male--4 yrs--Wolf pack--wolf--Alert--TAGS:Rhys & Timur--MENTIONS:None--LOC:in wolf camp}
Magnus stood aside Rhys awaiting the brute's order. His cool grey eyes scanned the herd of whitetails, taking in the numbers of the herd. It was summer now and the herds had grown with the birth of their fawns in the early spring. The foals were larger now but still easy pickings if a wolf could separate it from its mother. This herd's large numbers gave the alpha hope that this year would be prosperous for the pack.
He was dragged away from his thoughts as he heard Rhys speak and gesture towards their target. Focusing in on the doe, in particular, Magnus spotted her limp. She was a good-sized doe and Magnus was pleased with his attention for detail. "Good pick." He complemented curtly before falling into position. He gave the brute an approving nod and turned to look at Timur to see if he was ready aswell.
Not wasting too much time to accommodate the other flank wolf, Magnus began to move down the slope near the herd in a wide sweep. He kept low to the ground as he moved over the rocky terrain as it slowly became more soil and grass. It was a nice feeling on the paws to feel such soft ground apposed to the jagged rock and clay that was common near the den.
Enver
{Hunter/Warrior--Male--3.8 yrs--Wolf pack--wolf--Calm--TAGS:Firelight-MENTIONS:None--LOC:Forest}
Enver chuckled at the she-wolf's question before looking back at her. "Its a bit tricky, but im sure you will get used to it. Follow closely behind me and step where I step." He added, a reassuring smile on his face. "It's not as hard as it looks."
With that, the dappled brute slowly began to climb. Although it looked like one would have to scale the mountainside to get to the den, in all actuality there was a path the wolves had worn out in the rock from the many generations, that offered a mostly safe passage up to the den. Once one got used to the path it didn't take long at all.
As they made it up about halfway he paused to let out a few short barks- letting the wolves inside the den know he was approaching with a surprise.
Redd
{Counselor--Male--11 yrs--Dog pack--Irish setter mix--Calm--TAGS:Tynan--MENTIONS:none--LOC:Forest}
As the old dog napped by the riverside the sound of panting and splashing awoke him. Lifting his head, he yawned and blinked the sleep from his eyes before turning to find the source of the sounds. It didn't take him long to spot a wolf upstream from him on the opposite bank side. Redd was unsure if the wolf had spotted him or not but he knew he had nothing to worry about for now. The fast-flowing waters made it difficult for any creature to cross it without a rock or log crossing. This portion of the river, in particular, was a bit more shallow and slow-moving and was often used for fishing. It was still much too dangerous to just jump into but the lack of rain had helped lower the water level even more.
Redd watched the curious wolf wade in and wondered what he was up to. He looked young and healthy as far as Redd could see. In his age, he would be an easy target if the wolf decided to attack him so he kept still and simply observed.
Clove
{Scout--Female--2 yrs--Dog pack--Husky/Samoyed Mutt--Worried--TAGS:Everyone--MENTIONS:Everyone in camp--LOC:Camp}
Clove looked around the camp waiting for someone to step in and maybe follow lily for more answers but when no one did she sat down. She was sure the leader was stressed and probably just as worried as the rest of them, just unable to show it because of her rank. She would make it a point to try and cheer her up later on. For now, though, her fur was slowly drying and the mud was becoming hard and pulling at her skin. She would need to get cleaned up somewhere.
Standing to leave the camp again she paused as she spotted Gilroy. The husky/ samoyed mix padded over to him as he questioned the tension. "Its Willoughby. He left camp last night and hasn't returned. We found his scent and followed it, but it looks like he crossed the river into the wolves' territory." She spoke, glancing around the glade at the other dogs. "No one knows why he did it either. Do you have any ideas?" She questioned the older dog, curious about if he had any insight into Willoughby's actions. Clove had attempted to befriend the tall dog many times but she had never really gotten close to him.
