Graylethe | Male | 3 Years | Wanderer
Location: Northern Icelands | Mentions: Kareal ~ Open

He stumbled back a bit to see a wolf crawl out from within the tree trunk. Confusion quickly taking over is features as he gazed down at the male. As he spoke, his words did nothing but confuse him further, and he cocked his head to the side, muttering out a low, "what?" Graylethe was a little more than disappointed it had not been the young white-tail who was hiding behind the tree, and this somewhat angered him, though he knew it wasn't fair to point his annoyance in the strangers direction, and did his best to hide it with a halfhearted smile.

"Sorry, but have you seen a dear run past here?" He asked, sitting back on his haunches to level himself better with the male as he awaited an answer. Not really expected a yes from the stranger, he couldn't help but wonder. Though he already assumed he lost the young calfling prior to a day ago, which only angered him more, then again he did well to conceal it by widening his smile, suspecting it looked rather awkward with his creased eye ridges angled up in worry.

Ahtrek|Male|3 Years 7 Months|Wanderer| Eastern Plains
Mentions: None|

Jagged ravines tormented the lone black brute, large eyes enveloping this barren landscape that seemed to grown in its own misery of sorrow and pettiness. Alas, here he was...The rouge male was simply passing through, seeking no interest in having a true settlement; large pads scraping against the scorned rocks that had become eroded between the harsh beams and unappealing licks of stranded rain water. If one travels long enough throughout this turmoil of a home, their paws would become raw with relentless beatings, surely grass would be considered the better option but.. There is no grass here; well just a handful that appeared as if someone had gathered all of it and thrown it across entry creating little specks of lime. An infantry of smells aroused the turbinates that aligned inside his nose canals allowing for a more sensitive sense of smell, about 1.75 miles away. On foot, one mile seemed forever, but it could easily be broken into parts by trekking on an occasional gait or gallop. Must be nice to be a herbivore with hooves... their hooves don't get as much damaged as a wolf's pads. However, one wrong move or twist, and a broken fetlock is surely. Cervical neck muscles began to tense and constricted as his large cranium uplifted to carry his nose towards the sun. Open naries collected lingering scents that drifted freshly from ports, registering from his brain any recognizable scents.

The bile sting of decay impaled his senses, causing Ahtrek to take a step back in disgust, the faint silhouette of vultures circling aloft the horizon. Something had died around here, but by the judge of it, too long ago. More scents made their humble way into his refractory bulb and what else could it be..More wolves.. His heart, feeling shattered and betrayed suddenly received a small boost of hope, but fear started to gnaw at the tip of his tail. It seems he has disturbed the borderline of a neighboring pack, he was sure of it. There were three different scents, but they combined into a circling trio of dancing, pushing and pulling freely together. As a pack their scents would surely become one, but each scent was very distinctive... And yet, no border scents were labelled here, not that he noticed. Perhaps this was a newly formed pack that he has unknowingly stumbled upon?

Ahtrek|Male|3 Years 7 Months|Wanderer| Eastern Plains
Mentions: Moon

Charcoal ears immediately went erect, pupils enlarging in reaction to hearing this stranger behind him. His neck turned so quickly with a flex, stone yellow eyes now fixated on a silvery/grey and white figure. Her voice obviously female caught him by surprise. Ahtrek fumbled a worse or two, trying to fight back the instant reaction of a growl. Letting his body adjust to the scenario, the large brute turned his thick body to face this slender female. She seemed passive, just like her coat pattern that seemed to be mostly white with stretches of grey/silver covering her backside like a coat. Surprised to see her here was pretty evident, he was unsure whether to break this brief silence with a hello or good bye. He looked down at still paws, how long has she been there? Frustration flared his nostrils heavily, how could his guard be so poor when passing through unknown territory. Confusingly, was he caught by the owner of this land, or a simple wanderer like himself. Adhering to her soft tone and bypassing her words it was evident that she too, was sensing the same obstacle. Aggression was not needed, but weariness was truthful, as Ahtrek took a step back to give himself space. Glancing over his shoulder with a stiff gaze, he acknowledged her statement with admittance. " I don't intend to do neither.." His tone was defiant." Just simply passing through.." He locked his view back onto the silver female. "" It seems like you have plans to do something, eh?" He was becoming amused by this wolf's interest in him. It had been a pretty good while since he actually made a conversation with someone.

Ahtrek|Male|3 Years 7 Months|Wanderer| Eastern Plains
Mentions: Moon

Ahtrek's eyes raised as similar to eyebrow's of a human's raising in confusion. This wolf was so..friendly.. Why? He questioned in his thoughts. He wasn't going to trust this wolf right off the backpaw like that. And yet.. why was she so enthusiastic to travel with another stranger unaware of what he could do to her. Of course, his intentions were nothing of the sort but his trust of her was so light and easily breakable. She did share a simple thing in common. I tend to avoid groups of wolves He recalled her sentence. Oddly enough, he tried to as well. A huff of air bowled profusely from his nostrils, this female reminded him of a pup, so readily to do anything.. But she did have a point, it would be easier to caught bigger game around here. The small morsels of rats and mice simply just aren't enough to keep a large male such as himself going, and judging the silver female's frame, she could use a good meal too. Hunger began to throb at his innards like a blade. " You are a bit too friendly my dear.." He shifted his large black paws, ready to start moving again. His upper lip began to withdrawal to display some sort of abatement. "But if you insist.. Keep your distance.." He shook his maw, shaking off a stream of saliva that was starting to drip from his fangs.

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

OOC: A white tail deer is acutally quite hard for a single wolf, because of it's speed. (In winter, when it's hard to navigate the snow, wolves have an advantage over the deer.) Also, my timezone probably is different, Lunar, so it's natural for me not to be on at the same time as you.

Gaya's eyes turned cold. Nevermind, Gaya didn't want her in her pride anyway. Sorry to say, She snapped threateningly. But we all know that you alone could not catch a white tailed deer on your own either. And anyway, there isn't one./. She growled at the female. Usually she wouldn't mind being friendly, but this female was pushing it. I don't need your help, She added, lifting her tail. I'll be completely fine hunting on my own. With one last growl, she turned away, dragging her hare in her mouth. Goodbye, Luma. Please don't annoy me anymore.

Gaya padded through the undergrowth, and found herself another comfortable area to sit down and finish her hare. Weak? She thought, snorting. A white tail dear was a good catch, even for a pack. A single wolf in fall had no chance of hunting one down. It was too fast, too alert. If anything, either the other female was inexperienced, or just wanted to daunt her. Gaya knew better. Because of leaving her pride at such an early age, she surprisingly felt herself more knowledgeable about living alone. Still, she needed to improve skill-wise.

OOC: May I suggest other prey for the Woodlands?

Gaya | Female | 2 years, 1 months | Wanderer
Location: Southern Woodlands/Western Grasslands | Mentions: Open!

Gaya, happier from a filled belly, sniffed the air. Searching for some more prey, she padded through the woods. Each noise made her ears perk, but it always seemed to be an alert songbird. The sun was starting to set, and the dim light barely reached the soil beneath her paws. Suddenly, something caught her attention. A squirrel. The fat, plump, animal was close, and nibbling on a walnut. Gaya crept forward slowly, and then pounced. The squirrel, unfortunately, saw her at the last moment and darted under the roots of an old tree. Gaya growled in frustration and scratched at the tree. trying to scare the squirrel out of its hiding place.

Defeated, Gaya left the squirrel and reached a small stream. It was shallow and clear, as Gaya could see the round pebbles at the bottom. She stepped into it, letting the cold water clean her muddied paws. It relaxed her, and maybe she could even catch fish! This was doubtful, though, as the stream was tiny and probably would be too shallow for any acceptable fish. Gaya decided to bend her head down and lap at the water. Cool and fresh, Gaya felt renewed and full of strength. Gaya decided to follow the little river downstream, staying in the water to mask her scent and pawprints. She really didn't want that stupid she-wolf following her.

The stream started to widen once the land became flat. The Western Grasslands. It would provide less coverage for Gaya to hunt, but she eagerly took up the challenge. She stayed close to the now gurgling, wide river, and stepped out of the water. It now could definitely sweep her off her feet, and who knew where the water eventually went? One thing Gaya rememberd from her training with... She closed her eyes. Ogaye, She thought sadly. She wondered how he was doing now. She shook her head, clearing the dark thoughts. One thing she remembered, was that fish could sense her shadow. She positioned herself so that her shadow was behind her, and patiently, crouched low, her eyes following a single, decent-sized fish. After some time, the fish approached her, and Gaya raised her paw slowly. Finally batting at the fish, she pushed it onto land. Clumsily, she tried trapping it under her paws. For a moment, it almost returned to water, but a well aimed blow sent it far inland. Gaya padded over to it, and ate it with quick bites.