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

For once, irritation or annoyance didn't strike the male's maw, for she was right. Although it was Autumn, Winter was surely right around the corner and the herds would be more persuaded to travel to a heavy gill of grazing areas to fuel for energy. He stood upright into a tall stature, rimmed ears perked highly to listen to other trespassing the thin hair fibers that help detect other sounds. Fiery pools glaring towards the south were evidence of grass were sure to be plentiful.An acute wiggle of his nostrils, and he received confirmation for the stale scent of elk was actually pinpointing to around that location.

His thoughts became distracted as he could feel the faint drift of air brushing forcefully against his thick coat; it was the wagging of the grey female's tail. He simply rolled the thought around his shoulders, somebody had to be the free spirit around here and it surely wasn't going to be him. Hunger began to ebb away around his organs, his energy slowly depleting, " Well we better get a move on." His voice was filled with more urgency, he was beginning to grow hungry and was now taking silent steps towards the Western Grasslands only shortening his long stride so that this smaller female could catch up.

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

"I see..." Graylethe nodded, his ear flicking in annoyance at the strangers words. So there was a herd. He sighed heavily before replying to the information about the storm, "Thank you, but I've been tracking this calf for days now, and I am not letting it get any further." Though he said this more to himself than anything. As he stood, he turned in the direction he had been tracking the young white-tail, narrowing his eyes in thought as he studied the horizon. Would it be such a good idea to head towards this herd alone? Not to mention he had no knowledge of how big this herd could be. All this tracking and exhaustion could all be for nothing if he got there and was outnumbered. Though he would rather take that chance then ask this wolf to go with him. He wasn't very keen on trusting strangers with his life, especially sense he also lacked the knowledge of how long it would take to get to them, and he didn't feel like spending a couple of days alone with him, if it would even take that long.

Turning back to the wolf, he smiled and dipped his head. "I'll be on my way then," he said to him, the smile sincere, yet held a stiffness to it, possibly eagerness to finally have meat in his belly, and talking to this wolf was keeping him from accomplishing that.

Gaya | Female | 2 years, 1 months | Wanderer
Location: Western Grasslands | Mentions: Harley(Raven)

Gaya, having finished her fish, continued on her trek through the grasslands. She was surprised to find more wolf scent. Hopefully these would be less hostile then the ones she had encountered earlier. She followed the scent for a long time, not even pausing to catch prey. She was rather full for the day. Soon it was clear it was a female, but Gaya didn't care. Maybe the female could help hunt!

Finally she found the wolf. At this moment it was sleeping, making it look serene. Gaya sighed, and sniffed gingerly at the female. Finally, she padded a safe distance, and barked lightly, trying to wake up the female. There was no effect, and she barked louder still. She returned to the female, sniffing her again, nudging her, before returning to her original position and barking once more.

OOC: Sorry this is short, I don't have much time ;u;

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

Yellow orbs narrowing to meet the female's petite frame, he dipped his head into a nod as she caught up with him. His pace began to quicken, feeling the harsh debris of shattered stone rickshaw from under his heavy weight. A wolf his size and capability was not meant for this terrain. Silent grunt fused throughout his trachea signaling a sigh of discomfort, he urged to reach some 'haven' for his paws. But something had caught his attention, his mind now occupied by something stirred yonder by the ravine. Glancing back at the female, drifting back into reality of her question he was unsure on what to utilize first.

His heart began to dawn into a slight uplift of speed, raising his blood pressure and providing vital blood needed for flight-or-fight response to kick in. " My name is Ahtrek.." His voice faded into a silent affair, his gaze fixated to the east. " Do you see that?" He called to her with a hushed tone, beyond the Easter Plains to the east was revealed by somewhat of a dust cloud. Now his eyesight was wonderful of course, but both of them were still some way off from this precise location. Since his nose could carry on the skimpy trail of the herd, he could only guess that the elk herd had caused that little dust cloud. As his legs carried him somewhat closer, about half of a mile, he could pinpoint wandering members of the herd scattered about lick chess pieces. Panic had surely set them off, but the true question was What set them off? The scent of wolves was not foreign here, and infact, pretty fresh enough to be depicted around maybe today? Tendons and ligaments tensed and stretched, allowing the large male to move silently and swiftly, while muscles began to tense and become spring-like. He was not sure if they were walking into a pack's patch of terrain; there was not particular border, just different scents here and there. Confusing as it was, perhaps these wolves had made a kill?

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

Ahtrek didn't seem appeased by her thinking out loud suggestions. An eagle isn't as nearly as a threat as a coyote, who is not much of a threat at all. Then again possibly, the resemble miniature wolves in a way and could easily be mis-recognized. But judging how chaotic the herd seemed as it was diverse and shattered like splintering of bones, something bigger had to have caused it. The scent of wolves truffled closer and in a more demised way that recalled to be fresh and new. A ruffled growl muffled from his throat, on the edge of possible complications if this strangers truly were wolves that were startling the herd. If it was truly a coyote, then they could easily scare them off; his pace quickening into a makeshift of a trot, speed was now agreeing with him. Darkened eyes, darting back to the grey female, who's name was still unknown to him, making sure that she kept up. Seeing how focused and intuned she was with the direction, he figured she was just as curious but at most cautious. His trot had unknowingly accelerated into a gallop, and he quickly halted, not wanting to appear so eager to confront a foe. If he wanted to avoid injury to himself and his so called 'companion', things needed to be taken slow. With a quick shake of his skull, letting his thick coat rattle like loose grass, his walk now swift but docile.

Gaya | Female | 2 years, 1 months | Wanderer
Location: Western Grasslands | Mentions: Harley(Raven)

Gaya was shocked for a second, before she broke into a smile. No need to be so scared! She yapped, relieved that this wasn't a hostile wolf. Maybe, if she stopped being so scared, they could work together. I'm not here to harm you. I just happened to walk by, and saw you, and I thought to wake you up. Gaya looked behind her at the forests. She wondered what the other wolves were doing right now. Probably sharing a big feast... She thought bitterly. Then, she turned back to the other wolf. This is no place to drop your guard. I've met quite a few... hostile wolves. Vicious and scary, they are.

Gaya lowered her tail, but placed it in a normal manner, not submissive nor commanding. She didn't want to scare this wolf away. She sniffed the air to make sure there were no wolves around. There weren't. Anyway, She said. You don't have to fear me. Unless you make me really mad...