(Using prompt one.)
Grash turns away from her, scenting something off. He can't be too shure, the rank stench of fox masks most scents, but he manages to get past that and scent something else. Something else far bigger, and a far bigger risk to his pups. His mate Sasha looks up at him, waiting for him to do something. Grash bristles, standing in front of his mate protectively. She cowers further into the corner, still concerned with birthing their pups. He let's out a low, drawn out growl, warning the bear to stay away, Sasha joins in, hoping to make it seem like more wolves than just one male and a female in labor. But her growl is weak, and turns into a whimpered at the end, and she turns away from the den entrance to greet their first pup. The grizzly smell gets stronger as it approaches, and Grash lets out another gutteral snarl. A wet nose pokes into the set, and twitches. Grash sinks his teeth into it's snout, thrashing his head rabidly. The bear jerks it's head back, fleeing from the den. It was only a gangly adolescent, thankfully not a full grown male. Now Grash turns, beginning the business of greeting his new family members.

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Prompt 2

Hunger filled the void in Quilo's stomach as she walked across the dewy grass. Sniffing the grass Quilo tried to pick up a scent but all was lost, until the wind changed direction. She raised her head in the air and picked up a fulfilling scent that could fill the void in her stomach. Trotting over to her pack mates she says "There is an elk calf and elf mother about a mile away. If we go straight on they have an easy escape. We need to circle them to confuse the mother, everyone agree?" The whole pack nodded in agreement and followed Quilo to the site taking their positions circling the mother and the late calf.

The mother Elk tries to lure the pack away from her young but Quilo's plan was good. As the mother Elk strayed from her young the hungry pack got closer to the young. In distress the mother elf let out a loud call hoping for help but there was no reply. Quilo charged the female and took a swipe at her long front leg with success but was kicked in the side by the female. Being kicked Quilo backed off not wanting to get survey injured but still tried to distract the elk. While Quilo was distracting the Elk the pack was getting towards the calf nipping and snarling at the calf. Having great hearing the female elk chased after the pack by her calf and forgot about Quilo. Taking the opportunity Quilo bit the calf's neck having crimson blood fill her mouth and teeth. Dragging the now limp body she ran off towards home base. The female elk saw the she wolf carry her young and gave up. Calling to her now dead calf she ran off getting back with her herd. Successful Quilo howled in the air as she met up with the rest of the pack. "Dinner is served!"

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Blue Wind, you're accepted!
Abysmal as long as you can post in past tense during the roleplay, you're accepted as well!

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//Oops, I have always been a bit stubborn with tense, but I'll get the hang of it. Thanks!//

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Please post your character sheet on the appropriate thread for it!

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Prompt 1

Morgan paced back and forth by the entrance of the cave, struggling to maintain his composure as sheer panic threatened to engulf him. Morgan had never been the calmest wolf in the pack, but this was a whole new level of anxiety. And who could blame him? His beloved mate, the one who normally kept him sane and grounded, was currently laying in a fox den, far away from any help, about to give birth to their first litter of pups. Considering all of this and his useless place in it, he paced even faster. "Dear, would you mind not walking around like that? You're starting to make me a bit tense," his mate called out softly from the back of the den. How she remained so calm, even at a time like this, Morgan would never know. "Of course, dear!" he responded, hurrying back into the cave and hovering over her nervously. "Do you need anything? More bedding? Some water? I know there's a lake nearby, it would take me no time at all to get some water-" She cut him off with a look.

Morgan sighed, resigned. "Go wait outside. Again. Got it." He hesitated, shifting his weight uneasily from paw to paw, before continuing. "Look, honey, I know now probably isn't the best time to bring this up, but I did say going hunting was a bad idea..." He trailed off, his train of thought derailed by a strange scent he couldn't quite make out. Fox dens had a very strong, distinctive odor that masked just about everything, so whatever it was had to be close, not to mention relatively big. After all, that was why they'd chosen this den in the first place, to hide the scent of blood from bears.

As soon as the word "bear" entered his thoughts, Morgan felt his blood run cold. His mate, realizing something was wrong, raised her head to look at him. "Morgan? Morgan, what's wrong?" she whispered, her voice suddenly small. "It's fine," he responded, making an unconvincing attempt at a reassuring tone. "Everything is going to be fine. Just... Don't move, okay?" He crept towards the entrance, feeling his mate's terrified gaze on his back, and sent a silent prayer to whatever divine entities may have been watching that he was wrong. The scent grew thicker, and he felt his heart stop when a soft snuffling sound began to draw near. Just a few yards away, a huge grizzly bear emerged from the trees, swinging her head to and fro as she sniffed the air. Icy terror gripping him, Morgan flattened his body against the ground, desperately hoping she wouldn't notice him as she scanned the small clearing. Unfortunately for Morgan, not only did she notice him, but as her massive head swiveled to examine the den she looked directly at him, locking eyes.

Both of them froze, surprise written across their features. Seconds stretched into minutes as the two stared at each other, neither moving a muscle. Morgan was not a small wolf, and the grizzly scars that decorated his pelt were stark against his dark fur. The bear had no such adornment. In fact, she seemed rather young despite her size, and as Morgan's unblinking yellow gaze continued to bore into her, she took a step back, uncertain. Seeing this, Morgan pressed his advantage, drawing back his lips in a snarl as a deep, rumbling growl formed in the back of his throat, hackles raised threateningly. Intimidated, the bear took a few more slow step backwards before turning around altogether and loping off into the woods, hopefully never to be seen again.

It was only after she'd disappeared from site completely that Morgan realized he was holding his breath.

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Xyolo, you are accepted! I loved reading through your application. Please post your character sheet on the thread!

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