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

Okay, Barked Gaya. She looked around the grasslands. The only problem... There are no trees. To her south, the woodlands were inhabited by the savage, enemy wolves. To the north, they would practically be walking into the winter. To the east, the dry, plains, where they certainly wouldn't find shelter. There was only here. Hilly, but not trees still. Gaya stood up and scanned her surroundings. To her north, rocky outcroppings were common. Would they provide decent shelter?

Gaya padded a few feet before stopping again. She thought they would be better off checking those rocks. Her mind wandered to how easily it had been to follow Raven's scent all the way to where she'd been sleeping. If Gaya hadn't been friendly... It would have been easy to hurt her gravely, especially with the element of surprise. We'll have to mask our scent. Luckily, I know exactly how to do that. She pointed her muzzle to the rocky outcrops. Let's go there. Come on, follow me.

Gaya padded towards the river she had just left. Once she placed her paws into the cool water, she bent down and lapped at the water for a moment. Keep close to the bank, She said. The water can be strong in the middle. Padding along the river, they soon arrived at the rockies and Gaya slipped out of the water, shaking herself.

Vex | Male | 3 Years | Wanderer
Location: Eastern Plains | Mentions: N/A ~ Open

A fairly large black wolf stood out substantially against the tans and Browns of the terrain around him, but it was no fur off his back, blending in wasn't his main priority at the moment. It was following the scent of wolf. So sweet, the air was against his tongue as it carried that delicate smell to him, leading straight to his prize. He could barely contain himself as he drew nearer, the heat of this place was beginning to weigh heavily upon him, and with his thick coat meant for more cool temperatures, he was eager to eat and gain back the energy that was lost.

Some would find it strange he had a particular taste for his own, but the blood of your kin was always the sweetest, he would continuously say, and it was that blood he found was the only thing to satisfy him. Though he could still eat prey thought to be more suitable for a wolf, he couldn't deny there always remains an inch in the pit of his stomach, only able to rake metaphorical claws over the irritated skin once the blood of another wolf blanketed his tongue.

OOC: Well that was graphic, yet also very fun to write... I might just be a little twisted in the head. Hmm.

Ahtrek|Male|3 Years 7 Months|Wanderer| Eastern Plains
Mentions: Moon - Zerikos - Sparrow - Clay

Ahtrek's eyes narrowed at the orange male, watching as he started a side conversation with his former partner. His tail was now held out vertical, and had stiffened within the moment, rimmed ears were fully erect showing how alert he was. His back appendages have stiffened to, preparing to run..or fight.. The brute's words honestly surprised him listening despite his distaste for that brown irritant that kept spilling her mouth when it was not needed. The offer was golden and it would be a lot easier with more wolves to hunt with. His gaze softening as he glanced back at Moon, she had all rights to this decision too for she tried to avoid large crowds. But it would only be just four of them, and four is vital enough to bring down another elk easily.

A huff of air flared from his open nostrils recalling the orange male complimenting Moon as charmingly as he could. A negative reaction wanted to stir and drawn his upper lip to a quiver, but he remained vigilant and controlled his aggressive demeanor. There was no need to add any more fire to this awkward gathering and if they were going to survive, four was better than two. Leaning his long jaws towards Moon, he whispered. " What do you think?" He kept a stern gaze on the two strangers, his left ear picking up a very faint...what would you say; whine? It sounded high pitched but, he doubts it was from the four of them. Sending the female a harsh stone gaze with pinned ears at her fabulous retorts.. My sake, she is annoying.. He thought deeply, he hoped that female would straighten up if they truly were to work together. Watching the orange male start to feast on the carcass, his hunger began to stab him repeatedly in a tease.

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


Gaya shrugged. She looked at the rocks, acknowledging it didn't seem very comfortable. Well, around here. The rocks will provide good cover. Unless you know someplace better? She asked, though it was not challenging. It was said with confidence that showed Gaya was pretty sure there were not better places. She padded along the side of the rocks, searching for some enclave in the rocks.

Finally, she spotted something that looked promising. The rock turned sharply, onto the side, and then jutted again, giving a little bit of shelter, a shallow cave, while being out of sight of the forest. Which was a good thing. There was sparce grass, which would make sleeping easier, as well as rocks. Gaya sighed as she sniffed around the cave. This seems like a good place, She said. Though, I don't know about you, but do you want to go on a final hunt? At this, Gaya glanced at the setting sun. Perhaps they would have a slight advantage. No more shadows that could work against them during fishing.