Acє {3/Ƒαє/Hυηтєя/Hυηтєя'ѕ Ɗєη/Ƭαgѕ:Ɲσηє/Mσσ∂: Ƭιяє∂}
Ace woke to the sound of shivering and heavy breathing. Rising from her mossy nest, she gathered up all her strength not to yawn. Carefully sauntering out of the Hunter's den, she surveyed the area, looking for the Alpha. Surely he would have a task for her, most likely to hunt him some breakfast. She didn't mind serving the tyrants every want and need, though he was rather picky and she wished he would be more reasonable. She hadn't ever lived any other way, so she didn't really know life could be better. She had heard from Daisher that there were packs with honorable leaders and no slave-like conditions, but she didn't really understand if he was telling fables, or true tales. Sitting in front of the Alpha's den, she barked once quietly to signal the leader she was ready for duty, and bowed her head. Even if he was still asleep, she bowed her head in fear he would walk out when she wasn't bowing and get her exiled. Her breath felt hot on her legs as she waited patiently for Alpha to request a crazy amount of prey in a time of barely any prey, though it was returning. She doubted she would be able to retrieve enough, and would probably receive punishment when she returned, but this was her duty after-all.
Ɗαιѕнєя {Ɓяυтє/Lσηєя/Lανєηɗєя ƑιєƖɗ/Ƭαgѕ:Ɲσηє/Mσσɗ: Ƭнιяѕту}
Daisher awoke in a small temporary den, a small cavern dug into the ground. He grunted, the small space making his spine clench and leg cramp. Pulling himself out, he grunted as his back popped and he felt like himself again. Lately, with the lack of food he had been feeling very light, only weighing 113 pounds out of his usual 125. Just awoken, Daisher felt a dry, sticky feeling in his throat. He knew what this meant, he hadn't had water in a few days and he was getting dehydrated. Grunting, the large male started his journey to the river, careful to crouch so he was barely visible in the lavender. Knowing morning patrols would be dispersing already, he had to be cautious. The pack that lived in the Sacred Woods had a ruthless leader, and he wasn't about to get caught stealing prey from him. It had seemed awkward to the nomadic loners that had traveled in the woods, but Daisher couldn't leave the territory of the deathly pack without worry. His closest puphood friend lived with the pack, and served under the tyrant they called Alpha. At least the lavender masked his scent well, so he could keep an eye on his friend without getting shredded into little peices. Finally reaching the edge of the lavender patch, he darted very quickly through the forest until he reached the pack's territory border. He galloped past it, pleased that the lavender scent always clung to his coat long enough for the daring sprint to the River. He continued to sprint until he could see the cool, trickling waters of the river, and only then did he pause his tireless running and take a drink.
