Venus | Female | 2 years, 8 months | Wanderer
Location: Eastern Plains | Mentions: Nivalis, Asaroth

Not only Venus had ended with empty paws, but with a sore head and almost no air in her lungs, owed to the final landing over her chest. The scent of other wolves lingered and passed through her nose, her eyes opening in alert, though it was when she noticed a white and large figure before her that she stood up, obviating the daze that she still had. Or she was hallucinating, and the white figure had slipted up in two, or two creatures were ahead of her. She backed off.

'Wolves.', said her eyes.

'Males.', said her nose.

'Company.', exclaimed her heart.

She did her best to listen to the conversation and to relax the muscles that tensed at their sudden appearance. If they had plans against her, they would have most probably already developed them, thought which allowed her body to show more confidence. "Thank you... Sweetheart,", she imitated the male's tone at the best of her ability, shaking her fur to send the dust and the dirt gained in the stumble to the ground rather than to keep it on herself. "Though when your destiny is the grassland, you don't need these advices.", Venus said with cynical manners, though not being discourteous. She was, however, curious to know how it was possible to survive in such a land for weeks. She soon guessed that some were more fit than others, and the small female could be considered as one that would probably die within the first days. Her ears then perked as her mind changed of subject, focusing on the words of the other male. Instead of being confused, or curious as usual, she found his comment amusing, at what she released a light and low chuckle. Who would want Venus as a mate? Just to tell that she refused to have other responsibilities was enough proof that she didn't believed in herself, not in the matter.

As one of them began to walk off, Venus saw an opportunity. She began to pad behind him in a slow pace, glancing over her shoulder at the other wolf. The smile that characterized her mischief and ambition was rosing her lips. "Well, i have an offer that will result in benefit for the three of us."

Shadow | Female | 4 years | Wanderer
Western Grasslands | Mentions: None / Open

Éric | Male | 4 years | Wanderer
Northern Icelands | Mentions: None / Open

Graylethe | Male | 3 Years | Wanderer
Location: Northern Icelands | Mentions: N/A ~ Open

A large grey shadow flew quickly through dark trees, concealing his presence from any eyes, along with silenced footsteps by the thick snow that covered the land. His ears were shoved forward, toes extended to prevent him from sinking into the cold powder as he followed a scent. White-tailed deer.

By what he could smell of what was left from the Hooved prey, it was a fawn. Separated from the herd, and solitarily wandering the Icelands. If he was quick, he might be able to catch it before it was reunited with its group, but it was a small chance, based mostly on the fact the scent was very faint, and he didn't even know if another hungry predator had already caught it. He hoped if this was the case, it wasn't a brown bear. The grey wolf had had his share with the large beasts, and wisely did his best to dodge them, especially if he were alone.

Exiting the small forest, he stopped short at the edge, scanning the horizon for any sign of movement, or a bright tawny against the snow. His breathing was heavy, jaws open just enough to let the cool air in to soothe his burnt lungs. Swiveling his ears in every direction, he bent his head towards the snow to take in deep breaths through his nostrils, now desperate to find the scent he had just lost. Freezing in his movement, a faint shuffling to his right caught his attention. Turning his head in the direction of the noise, he pushed his ears forward, allowing him to clearly hear snow being shifted around. Cautiously he walked towards it, his head low as he drew nearer, the only thing now separating him and the cause of the noise being a large tree. Oh and how he hoped it was the fawn...

Nivalis | Male | 2 years, 8 months | Wanderer
Location: Eastern Plains | Mentions: Venus, Asaroth

OOC: Lego, I have trouble knowing which male you're talking about xD Help me out a little? :3 Also, once packs are formed, will it be the usual "Alpha Male+Female", and others may not have pups type of thing? Does it vary between packs?

Nivalis' ears perked. Is that so? He asked, a small grin on his face. He wasn't usually this friendly, but the she-wolf had proved herself, well, not hostile. He was more careful about the other male. She was his age as well, and he didn't feel overpowered. Plans that benefit all of us. He repeated, twitching his tail. He turned around slightly, showing interest, but not eagerness. By that you mean... Cooperation? The thought flickered across his mind for a second. The idea seemed new, fresh, and dizzyingly possible. And scary, though he'd never admit that. Cooperation meant plenty of chances to be betrayed, and a pack. And fights, and... Strength. Nivalis couldn't deny, cooperation had its perks. But he was surely getting ahead of himself.

Nivalis quickly glanced at the other male, wary of his reaction. Many wolves weren't so open to working together, especially those who were well off on their own. This male looked strong, well-fed, and rather happy. Nivalis hated to admit it, but he could do better. Sure, he had prey and it was easy for him to get some, but it was tiring to have to focus on your next meal day and night. Nivalis shouldn't be, but he was currently open to anything.

Gaya | Female | 2 years, 1 months | Wanderer
Location: Southern Woodlands | Mentions: Luma

Gaya's head snapped up. She stood up, stepping over her hare protectively. Hello, She said cautiously. She raised her tail in weariness. It was the female wolf who had barged in, trying to get them to share. Gaya didn't know how to deal with her. Explain that wolves didn't do that? Ask her where she was raised, having a mindset like that? With big soft white sheep? Gaya chuckled softly at the thought, but she kept her eyes on the new female. What did she want, anyway? She was certainly not sharing her hare, no matter what the other female thought.

Her fur was still flat, and Gaya was calculating whether she could take her down. Although the female was older, it wasn't by much, and Gaya thought she might be less of a softie. She licked her lips of remaining blood, eager to return to her kill. She hoped this encounter wouldn't take too long. In fact, she wouldn't be bothered if the female left without saying anything. If anything, Gaya wanted a strong pack, and this she-wolf... Gaya really didn't know. She seemed to be a little... embarrassing.