Cruel Summer Storm
Summer
Fae
Three Years Old
Subordinate
Crushless/Mateless
Cherry Valley Pack
Summer rests for a moment by a stream, letting the deer leg drop. Panting, she trots over to takes a few sips of water, and nearly jumps out of her fur when she realizes Fade was just across the stream, drinking as well. Summer gave a slight wag of her tail, and called out goodnaturedly to her packmate; "Good day, Fade." She gave a slight smile, nodding her head to acknowledge her packmate. She then bent her head down and lapped up a few more sips of water, before setting her haunches on the forest ground. She remained there, kind of looking at him with her yellow eyes, her ears pricked towards him. She was unsure if he was feeling talkative or if she should just be on her way, bringing her catch to camp. Summer herself was feeling oddly nice and talkative, a rare thing for the rather serious and gruff fae. She was usually all about businuess and not slacking off, doing your duty first before anything first. But not today, she supposed.
Perhaps this is because it is a very nice day out. The birds are singing, the air is damp and warm, insects buzz. Why, the whole forest is alive with the sounds of animals stirring. Yes, it is a very good day. The kind of day SUmmer likes. She hates the cold weather, when snow comes and everything is silent and hidden. Which is why she likes being in the Cherry Valley pack so much. She would just hate to have to live in the mountains with the Rising Mountains pack. The thought of that sends a wrinkle of disgust on her nose, but she quickly shakes it away. No, she is here now, with her pack. All is well.
The Rise of Kodak
Kodak
Brute
Four Years
Subordinate
Crushless/Mateless
Rising Mountain Pack
Kodak rests his large head on his likewise large paws, his deep amber eyes taking in his surroundings. He is just outside of camp, right on the edge. Lying on a big, flat rock right under a tree, his dark fur is concealed fairly well, his red patches looking merely like patches of sunlight that seep down through the thick canopy of trees. He does not mind that he is fairly invisible to others. He likes being alone, atleast for right now. Even Kodak needs time to himself. And these are the time he loves best. When he can brood and think and ponder about things far beyond his grasp. Things that most other wolves would ask why he bothers thinking about. But Kodak is curious. Always wondering about things that cannot be explained. He believes in a power far greater than the wolves, and a world much larger than this little bit of forest the reside in. Kodak is odd, in that way. Always trying to understand the balance of things, while at the same time, not minding that he doesn't know. But here he is, the gears inside his head spinning. Oh wouldn't he just love it if he could speak at great lengths with another wolf about his thinking. His ideas and dreams and believes.
it's been a long time since I've been here. perhaps I'll stay awhile.