Sterling ;; Beta ;; Servatis
Moist air hung above the Beta's head menacingly, like a higher force just waiting for its chance to strike; to take Sterling’s life without mercy. He had been walking for quite some time now, through this darkened, shadowy forest, quite unsure of where he was. He kept on hearing whispers, and twigs snapping that would cause him to look back in curiosity, only to find nothing but foggy air where he had once walked through. Fear had wrapped around Sterling’s stomach like a python, giving him a queasy feeling and urge to flee. He didn't though; Sterling held his composure and continued on, not giving any hint of his fear, his head held high. His paw steps echoed in his ears and throughout the forest, giving his position away to anyone, or anything, lurking. He wasn't quite sure, but he wanted to. He was looking for a fight, but he didn't know why. Anger and range has swelling thought him, almost visible in the air as his posture crackled signs of hostility. Sterling was dumbfounded by his anger. It wasn't in his nature, being a fairly calm and suddle wolf, but there was no changing it. Something was surely ticking him off, and he wanted it; wanted it clasped firmly between his jaws. Blinded by his inner rampage, Sterling almost didn't look up in time to notice the wolf standing off to the side. He was tall, and muscular; larger than Sterling but with a similar coat. Sterling stopped in mid step, analyzing this wolf before stopping and sharing. His anger ebbed to surprise and, and... something like joy. There was no mistaking this wolf, it was his father; but as soon as the joy and surprise had come, it left, fleeing into the open air, replaced by sorrow and disappointment. If this was his father, this meant Sterling was only in another one of his little, meaningless dreams. Sterling didn't regularly see his father, so maybe this was something important; and on that thought the joy returned to his features. Sterling and his father just stared, and soon Sterling began to feel slightly awkward. He sat cautiously, not taking his eyes off the gray wolf that sat only a few feet away. Still, they just stared until Sterling thought ages had passed by. Sterling opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. "Sterling?" he heard his father call, but it was not his father. It had come from his father as he opened his mouth and barked the question, but it had sounded different from how he recalled Titan sounding before, but he couldn't pinpoint who's voice it exactly was...
As soon as the Beta had been in the dream, it was suddenly torn away from him and sleep left him and he awoke to the early morning dimness that was his den. It was a stony cave-like structure that roots from the tree's that sat above the ceiling of his cave came down and twined in a sort of barrier that only a small hole allowed in sunlight. The small whole was the passageway between Servatis Pack Camp and Sterling's dim, lonely den. That small whole was where the voice had come, and what had woken him. Now awake he placed the name of the voice as someone from his pack; as it was familiar, but again the specific name of the wolf escaped him. Sterling yawned after shaking his head to try and wake himself further. The brute licked his lips, now realizing the hunger that gnawed at his stomach. His dark, chocolaty eyes glanced around from structure to structure in his den; or what he could see due to the little light available. The dream had bothered Sterling; not so much at what had happened in it, but more that it hadn't finished. He was sure his father had something very heavy to inform him of, but then had been expelled from Sterling’s mind as he woke. Sterling shrugged the thought from his brain with a flick of his tail, and sat up; shaking his fur to rid his silvery coat of any dirt or moss that may have clung there; planning on escaping the dull cave they were confined to. Not on Sterling's watch; they were staying right there. With another lengthy yawn, the male began to drag himself from his den, one heavy paw step after another.
Soon light swarmed into the beta's pupils, and he flinched in surprise and snapped his eyes shut in sudden shock. Taking a moment to gather himself, Sterling kept his eyes shut, allowing them to slowly adjust as he squinted his eyes open. Now wide awake, the silvery wolf looked around Servatis camp, watching the majority of the wolves bustling about. The sounds of chattering and light laughter filled his ears, and the sun warmed his pelt pleasantly. Things seemed to have been starting up around the camp; wolves were out and discussing, it seemed a few hunters were starting out on a hunt, and everything just seemed to be in order. Usually it was the beta's job to get such things up and running in the morning. Puzzled, Sterling lifted his white muzzle to the sky, and noticed it was nearly half day by the position of the sun. The male looked down and back around camp, trying to shake the feeling of guilt and failure to do his duty for his pack. He flicked his ears as his attention was focused on trying to discover whom had been calling for him, but unaware of who had he simply stood there, hoping he wasn't crazy and the wolf who needed him would soon show themselves.
Aletta ;; Lead Hunter ;; Celia
Aletta awoke to the dripping sound of the remaining puddles from last night storm; echoing noisily around the stony cave that she knew as none other than her den. Her ears twitched in annoyance while her eyes slowly blinked open, revealing the pitch black area she lay in. She blinked her eyes in attempt to adjust to the little light that surrounded her, which didn't take long once she lifted her head from her paws. She glanced around drowsily, making out the shapes of pebbles of rock scattering the edges of her den and the bumpy formation of the stone walls that separated her from the rest of the pack. It wasn't very spacious, just enough space for her to lie down and have three or four inches between her and each wall to her left, right, rear, and front. Some wolves may find it uncomfortable or inconvenient, but Aletta didn't really mind; she'd actually grown quite fond of it over the year or two she'd slept behind it strong and protective barrier. With a silent heave,the wolf was raised from the cool, hard ground to stand to her paws. She made sure to shake any debris of scraps of leaves or moss from her gray, black, and white speckled fur. She licked her lips out of habit as she exited the cave, not surprised to find it was rather early. The sun was not visible yet, only darkness gripped the forest like a hidden threat; the cold morning mist sending shivers up her spine. It was earlier than Aletta usually woke, but she was a fairly early riser. She licked her lips again as the damp, humid air whisked around her and made her fur feel almost sticky. The hunter's light golden eyes scanned over Celia Pack's Camp, searching for any signs of awakened or awakening wolves, but she found none. Her paws carried her to the camp entrance, just a gap between two rocks that revealed a forest full of mouthwatering prey. She sniffed the air, trying to pick up any scent that may lead her to a meal; but her results came up negative. So there was nothing close to camp, but that didn't mean there weren't critters rummaging around in the early morning. Her paws led her further into the never ending rows and rows of trees; small and big and all different shapes...
-Time Skip-
Sunlight now streamed through the tree's leaf filled branches and dappled the forest floor with small dots of light; the rest of the area a darker, more of a shadowed shade of color. The sun had increased the temperature drastically since the morning, drying up the moist earth so that no sign of the storm last night remained, and clearing the moist, foggy air up and away. Aletta stealthy padded through the forest, her paws silent despite the now dry leaves and twigs that lay in her path. She carefully picked her way past every obstacle as her ears adjusted to listen in a new direction with every step; her glowing hazel eyes glancing from one spot to another in search of a decent tribute to fill Celia's growling tummies. Behind her silent thoughts, the smell of rabbit ripped her senses toward the source, finding a snowy white rabbit nibbling at something underneath a nearby beech tree. Aletta found it odd that the rabbit already had its winter fur, but she agreed winter was not far off; simply unfortunate for the rabbit... The female instinctively crouched into a common hunter's stance; her hind legs bunched tight, crouching so low her fur gently touched the dusty ground. Step after step the skilled hunter came closer and closer to her prey, silent and undetectable as always. Then suddenly, her back paw bared weight down on a twig and a snap burst through the air, echoing past the miles of forest that lay ahead.
A snow white flash went dashing through the forest, dodging tree's and throwing up leaves in its haste to escape it's pursuer; Aletta. The female was fast and lean, so she was having no problem keeping up with the rabbit; it was the bushes that kept blocking her way and that were slowing her down. The rabbit was smart, ducking under small places to force the hunter to find another route. It never took long for her to find an alternative route, but those few seconds wasted here and there were adding up. This was it. Only bushes and impossible undergrowth that lay ahead. She had to make a move now, or it would be too late. The hunter leaped up with her hind leg muscles and instantly pounced through the air, coming down cleanly on the plump, juicy rabbit. Without hesitation the hunter snapped the poor creatures neck and it was over; she had made the kill. She sat there panting, trying to catch her breath while scanning over the forest, making sure not to let her guard down in case someone or something may be watching. It was only a few minutes until the panting started to die down, and it was nothing more than a gentle inhale and exhale. Aletta sighed in a newfound boredom before gripping the furry rodent in her jaws and padding back in the direction of Celia Pack Camp.
It was her job as a hunter to provide food for the pack along with herself, just like it was a warrior's job to fight and protect their pack and alpha. Aletta was a skilled hunter though, and easily brought in her share before she allowed herself to chow down on her morning and afternoon meals. She liked hunting as a group best, though, bringing down the larger prey like deer and the occasional moose, as she found it as more of a challenge to cooperate with the pack and use her strength along with all the other wolves to bring down the kill; however, this proved difficult as her fellow hunters often preferred to ignore her knowledge. Putting her thoughts aside, the lightly colored female noticed Celia Pack Camp not far off, just a few meters at the most. The hunter had caught a squirrel and small bird on her way back, but they weren't much compared to the fat rabbit that swung from side to side alongside them in her jaws. Her mouth was certainly preoccupied, but her ears were pricked up, alert, and angled themselves from time to time the faint voices of wolves talking in the distance; Celia wolves from the sound of it. She couldn't distinctively make out any of the voices she heard, but there was a light chatter from what she could tell. Now the rock entrance to camp was only a few steps ahead. Aletta briskly closed the distance and plundered into camp, setting her kills down in a small pile, known as the kill pile. Looking up she noticed a few of her pack mates, and called out polite greetings. "Good morning..." the female greeted the wolves with a polite dip of her head. The petite hunter padded past the wolves, not wanting to interject any further.