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Gray Wolf
Three Years Old
Hunter
Smells like Coffee
Crush: None
Bio
Camp
Tags: None direct
Mentions: Ariya/The Pack
Three Years Old
Hunter
Smells like Coffee
Crush: None
Bio
Camp
Tags: None direct
Mentions: Ariya/The Pack
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- ☾ If anyone had been walking through the camp late that night, if they had walked past the subordinate's den, they might have noticed a pale muzzle poking out of the entrance. It's owner - the normally boisterous, energetic male that was rarely quiet, even in his sleep, lay silent and still, gazing out into the sleeping camp. He had found it difficult to sleep that night, and had picked his way over his sleeping packmates to sit in the mouth of the large den to gaze out at the moonlit camp. The world was silent, no sound but the rustle of the light breeze moving the leaves nearby reaching Daithí's ears. He shifted his weight slightly, lowering his head onto his paws. His brown gaze raised to the sky, resting on the pale moon that was steadily lowering itself to the horizon. He blinked slowly, watching it for a moment before lowering his gaze again, his eyes landing on the Alpha's den. Ariya had called off the meeting with the dogs after a bad feeling, and then had remained alone for the rest of the evening. He had kept himself busy, hunting for the morning when everyone woke, but then, in the silence of the night, found himself worrying. Was Ariya alright? What had given her the bad feeling? Was everything okay? With a little sigh, he tore his eyes away from her den. He had no idea that she, too, was awake, and assumed that she would probably not be happy with him if he woke her up with his questioning.
Soft birdsong filled the forest, and soon enough the gray sunrise began. Hearing his denmates begin to stir, he stood with a stretch, moving out of the way of the den's mouth to allow them to leave. He turned, padding out of the camp entirely now. He followed one of the well-used trail at a steady walk, head low, ears alert for any signs of prey. A snapping twig coming from in front of him made him sink his weight, all worry now banished from his mind as his eyes fell on a young buck, reaching up to pull some leaves off a nearby tree. Daithí knew he couldn't take down a deer by himself, but he could definitely have some fun. His tail began to wag softly as he began to sneak forward, a smirk decorating his features now. He let out a deep, rumbling growl, chuckling as the buck snapped to attention. The pair made eye contact for a brief moment, then the deer spooked, taking off into the forest. Daithí launched forward with a playful bark, catching up to the buck in a number of strides. He nipped at its hind legs as it fled, growling theatrically as he did so. The buck launched himself forward onto its front legs and lashed out with its pointed hind hooves, neither hitting their mark directly, but one brushing the skin just below Daithí's eye. He let out a splitting yelp, tumbling to the ground. He sat up with a shake of his head just in time to catch a final glimpse of the deer as it disappeared into the woods. With a grumble, Daithí pawed at his face, groaning when his paw came away with scarlet droplets of blood. Standing, he shook out his pelt, turning tail and heading back to camp, still grumbling.
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Irish Wolfhound
Five Years
Fighter
Smells of Coconut
Crush: None
Bio
The Camp
Tags: Open
Mentions: The Pack
Five Years
Fighter
Smells of Coconut
Crush: None
Bio
The Camp
Tags: Open
Mentions: The Pack
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- ☘ Sleeping was clearly something that was difficult for many pack members after the news of their leader's passing, and it was no different for Andraste. Her night had been filled with broken sleep and vivid dreams, and when she awoke the next morning, she found herself even more tired than she had been the night before. Groaning as her joints protested to sudden movement, she stood, stretching low and then padding out of the den. It was mornings like this when she missed her old pillows and blankets. Some dogs were milling around camp already, and she dipped her head in greeting to anyone who made eye contact. She sighed and sat down in her usual spot just outside the den, the morning sunshine warming up her very bones as she sat. She kept her head low, looking to her pale paws as she sat. Her heart, not only heavy with the loss of their leader, was also heavy with the fact that Lucifer had been killed while she was around, while she had been on duty. She was a camp fighter, and yet she was not there to protect him. She was almost fearful of interacting with Eremos, worried that he might blame them for the death. She sighed softly, wondering what camp life would be like from now on.