Curse
{{Fae||Straggler||22||Alone||
Curse stirred awake blinking slowly, she studied the rest of the pack who were all stirring and getting to their feet. She let out a long drawn out high pitched yawn as she rose to her feet shaking off the snow and ice that had gathered in her coat while she'd slept. She stretched herself out slowly letting every muscle and tendon pop and sing as she moved. She shook herself out again a second time and turned her head sniffing into the wind, she could faintly smell the Beta and the pup River off to the south of them. She then looked back the way they'd come sniffing softly she stiffened as a scene she barley remembered reached her nostrils, a low growl escaped her throat and she dropped her head watching the horizon silently, the scent was faint, possibly old, perhaps she was only imagining it, but it seriously why now, why today of all places. She growled softly and turned her head back to the south and began to follow the group.
Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10|| W/ The Pack|}}
Mirage jerked awake at the call from Resin, lifting his dark head he looked about himself, his eyes landed on the Fae Curse and he decided he would stay near her this day. He rose to his feet and shook the snow from his coat then stretched out prancing after the fae quickly, letting muscles be stretched as he hurried to catch up with her, his tail held high behind him. After the unnerving vision from the night before, which was already far from the young wolves mind, he was in high spirits glad to be on the move again. He shook himself out again bouncing across the path a little as he did so.
Drago
{{Brute||Loner||49||Following the Scarpaw pack|}}
He had not slept in days, not sense he'd picked up that accursed Fae's scent and started following it. Not sense his son had vanished into the north, he would die that way the sentimental fool that he was. Yellow eyes pierced the snowy landscape as he paced through the cold snowy lands, his nose following the scent of his mate, the female that belonged to him. He paused sniffing about a large rock that smelled faintly of her, growling lowly he marked the rock and turned his head in the direction she had gone and followed her faint trail, pausing as he came upon the scent of many other wolves. A low growl escaped the massive black wolves throat as he padded about what had once been a packs grounds. Still growling he found a recently fresh scent and followed it, coming upon two wolves curled up sleeping.
There end was not swift, but it was painful, violent and deadly, his coat now splattered with blood he set off to the south following the trail of the pack of wolves now, his mind warring with visions of death, death that he would bring with his own fangs. They would pay for taking what was his, nothing and nobody would stop him. His path led him through miles of frozen and unforgiving snow, at points he left bloody paw prints behind in the snow, but he paid it no mind his feet carried him the direction his nose pointed him. The ice bridge only brought him to a pause for mere moments, with all the wolves that had crossed based on the many scents, it was thin fragile libel to break if he stepped onto it. With a low growl he pushed forward out into the bridge, the ice popping and cracking as he walked across, he felt parts of its dropping away beneath his paws and just as he reached the far side he sensed a wolf coming up behind him rapidly. With a growl he slipped off into the shadows hunkering down he watched as the golden wolf darted past his hiding place, he growled barring his fangs as he watched the wolf. His muscles tensed to move in and take out the other wolf, then he froze as the wolf howled, and was answered almost immediately.
He waited them out til they'd moved off in the direction of the pack, and with a low grumbling growl took up residence on a ridge where he could see the pack, judge its strengths and weaknesses, he got annoyed, frustrated when a Fae cut away from the pack and came his way, he slunk away hiding again, watching her as she marked where he'd paced, and with a low angry growl he slunk from the shadows after she returned to the pack and he stood on the ridge watching the pack until they were on the move again, his anger so great now he couldn't even think clearly, fangs bared he tossed his head back and howled long and low, leaving his promise hanging heavily in the air. The promise of Death by his fangs.
