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[Resin]

Pipaluk- Female Straggler- 97 Summers

The old female cackled softly, her eyes all but disappearing in her smile. She raised her face to the moonlight, the grin still sticking to her grey face. "It is our duty to worry. We are the keepers of stories. The ones that we live with and love are those stories. I would be more concerned if you didn't worry."
Again she looked a bit distracted, turning her head to the side as if someone was speaking to her before she once again addressed Attican. "My better half offers his condolences. He says that it's difficult to lose someone that you love." She flicked one ear and sat thoughtfully for a moment. "It is difficult... but such is the way of nature." Once more she looked to the sky, the moonlight bathing her face with it's glow. "Sometimes those that leave don't really leave. They wait for us; guide us; teach us."
The growling of her stomach broke the silence and Pipa couldn't help but laugh, though she tried to stifle it. Wasn't it just like her? Here she was, in the middle of a serious conversation and her stomach rears it's head in loud protest, ruining the moment.
"I suppose I should try to feed myself. I forget sometimes. Pretty soon I'll be walking bones with a furry tail." Rising shakily, she shook the powdery snow from her rump. Pipa spared Attican another glance. "What will be, will be. In the end we'll all meet at the den in the sky with our ancestors, so no one is truly lost forever."
As silently as she had come, she moved off into the trees. Pipaluk wasn't afraid for her safety. If she died, she died. She would join Nanuq in either pestering someone new, or they would take their place among the ancestors and rest. It was her duty to live until she died, so she was hoping to find something to eat.
In the end, Pipa dug a sleeping mouse out of a fallen tree and feasted upon it's tiny body. Her stomach stopped it's protests and she was satisfied enough to go back to the group of wolves. Once there, she curled up in the little bowl that she'd made and finally slept. Nanuq stood watch, prepared to wake her again if anything was amiss.

[myth;]

(Waiting for Ahote...)

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Holly
15 winters . fae . with Ahote
The Unpredictable Loner
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Holly was rather thankful for Ahote braking the short silence between them, as the young fae was far too shy to do so herself. Looking directly into Ahote's eyes, ears slanted forwards, so she didn't any ruder than she already had been, Holly took a calming breathe before answering. "Holly... Sir. My name is Holly." her voice was considerably weaker than usual due to exhaustion and lack of food, so it was rather quiet and slightly raspy. Much to Holly's annoyance.
The white fae was rather surprised by the softness of Ahote's voice, but then again males weren't always rough and grouchy, and it made it all that much easier to respond to him. She silently cursed herself for falling so easily for males, maybe it was because of her age?
"I can't really remember when I found myself alone, so I guess it has been a while." she sighed, voice thick with exhaustion, sadness and some other emotion Holly was no used to; protection.

[Resin]

((No need to repost. (: Everyone reads pretty thoroughly. ))

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Drago
{{Brute||Loner||49||Following the Scarpaw pack|}}
When the smaller brute states how he is not really a part of this pack, Drago bares his fangs in an imitation of a smile, he chuckles dryly. "But have they not protected you from danger? Have they not supplied you with food?" he growled lowly watching the younger brute, he begins to circle him eying him over, planning his attack. "Why not just leave them unmolested, why offer them to me? Do you think this sacrifice will save you from death's jaws?" He lowers his voice his body swirling around the lighter colored brute. "This smell you carry with you, is that of a coward, and I abhor cowards," He growled and with out any other warning he lunged in aiming to rip into the brutes spine, to render him helpless and then, rip him to shreds while he lived.

[wildwolf13]

hey Resin, im going to have to pull from the rp for awhile, i have abit to many, save my character for me? :3)

[Resin]

((Sure sure. (: ))

[wildwolf13]

thanks! )

[Soriams]

((Sorry for the delay, Myth.))

Ahote
Male | 36 | Fighter
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"Ah, nice to meet you, Holly," Ahote said, dipping his nose slightly in greeting. He listened to her short, if somewhat sad story, and shook his head. "Well, I'm sorry to hear you have been lost for so long. I'm sure there is a place for you in Scarpaw Pack, but I will be sure to introduce you to our Alpha, Resin," he said, smiling a bit. "She has offered the protection of the pack to all who would accept it as we travel south, and the same will be extended to you," he finished, studying Holly in the slanting moonlight. The young wolf is small and thin as a rake, the years of traveling alone having taken their toll. Silently, he wished there was food to offer her, but since no one had had time to hunt, he thought that promising without substance was cruel.

Until Resin and Ash returned there was no way Ahote could, in good conscience, send out the hunters. That line of thought stirred up the pit of worry in his stomach, and his ears tilted back in betrayal of his thoughts. Their trip in search of the wandering elder seemed to be taking far longer than he had expected, and he wondered what could have caused the delay. He longed to go searching for them, at least to see that they were alright, but there was no way that he would leave the pack unprotected.

Ahote's troubled thoughts drew his attention away from Holly for a moment, and he looked back out to the horizon, hoping to see some sign of their return. Of course, the snows beyond are empty, and he stares out at the vastness a bit disheartened. In an odd twist of fate, a figure does appear on the horizon, making it seem, completely by chance mind you, that Ahote actually knew there was someone coming. It is soon obvious that the wolf that approaches is not Resin nor her brother, as their course is meandering and slow, and the Alpha is always direct in her movements. Obviously not trying to make a stealthy approach, he watched as they came into view, and he knew almost immediately that this must have been the wandering elder.

Desperate for more information, Ahote almost got up to speak with the newcomer, but almost immediately decides against it. After all, he has Holly to look after, as well as the rest of the pack. If this grandmother was able to make it safely, surely, Resin and Ash must not be far behind. Instead, he hopes that Xani or one of the other wolves on watch will get up to greet her. Strangely, everyone else seems to be just as comfortable with her presence as he is, and it is only after she has walked into their midst and made herself at home that Attican gets up to investigate.

Shaking his head, Ahote turns his attention back to Holly. "See? Even now there are others joining the pack," he said, sounding a bit bemused.

[Resin]

((Hannah hasn't been on in a few days. We'll wait until tomorrow and just assume that Drago killed Grimshaw so that we can continue unless anyone has any objections.))

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

(no objections by me)