Kaeva
mentions: Freya

Kaeva jumped at the sound of another wolf’s voice. The smell of the devils claw had masked the scent of another wolf. Fear pooled up in her, and her ears instinctively lay back and her tail lowered. She glanced up. She saw a large she wolf with black fur and red patches. intimidating to say the least "I um… Hi" she stammered but most of it was lost with the plant in her mouth. Devil’s foot only grows in Forger regions She tightened her grip on it with the thought. No way was she letting it go. Giving a curt bow of her head she tried to collect her emotions. "I seemed to have wandered upon your territory. Im actually sorry but you could point me the way out?" Hearing herself say it sounded more ridiculous than when she thought it but she pressed on. "It wasn’t my intention to invade your territory..." and she bit back a thought, Your scorching deathlands to put it more accurately

Storm
mentions: Sivrica

Storm lounged comfortably in the sand, the sun warming his back and he rolled over. His nap had been a nice one. For once he wished there was a lake nearby so he could take a swim. He shook his dark grey fur out and sand grains flew everywhere.
He glanced around the camp. There seemed to be no one else in camp for the moment except for Sivrica. The brown wolf’s body seemed to shine in the sun. He was bored. And maybe a little cocky. He padded up to Sivrica. "Do you want to go together?" He figured the healer was going to just collect herb, but if they were lucky maybe they’d get into a fight.He hoped for the latter. He wanted a reason to hunt. A reason to fight. Besides the fact that those Rimes were all weak. As far as he could see collecting herbs was boring, and the healer had to do it in the chilled nether. He glanced at the sky. A cloudless sky He could do with some shade. Sleepiness still lingered through his body, hopefully this outing would wake him up.

Ruel | Hunter | Male | Forger | Mentions: N/A [OPEN]

Making his way into the campsite, the dark wolf would let his tongue loll from the side of his jowls. He'd just returned from a failed hunt, prey narrowly escaping into a nook he had clawed at for what seemed like ages before giving up. Pausing the hound would raise his golden eyes to peer around the area. Not many members seemed to be confined to the camp. Perfect. Drawing his tongue over his jowls the male would trudge on, not minding the scorching heat above as it spread through his black pelt. Feathered tail swaying lazily the brute would eye a shaded area behind a large rock. The shadow would move eventually, but for now the spot looked quite tempting. Glancing around towards a pair of canines the beast would shrug before altering his course. Taking a few sauntering strides the male would make himself comfortable in the shadow, circling thrice before dropping to the ground. Grumbling, the brute would turn his paw to eye his rough pads. The were cracked and raw, nothing he wasn't used to. Lowering his maw the wolf set to work rasping over his sore paws with soothing strokes.

[I actually finally posted instead of sleeping oops]

Kaeva
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Kaeva crouched down expecting a blow to come from the black she wolf. She was surprised it never came. Cautiously she raised her head as she heard the words the black she wolf uttered. Kaeva nearly dropped the devil’s claw as her eyes widened. Then she shook herself from her stupor and mumbled a ”Thank you” as she walked from the patch of sand to the the nether.
She glanced back at the she wolf. Why did she let me go? she wondered. Either way I was lucky. It was still too hot here as the sun penetrated the sparse trees. Thankfully she was safe. The trees began to thin even more as she began to approach the Rimes’ border. Finally as she progressed deeper into the Rimes’ territory the heat let up. She felt the familiar cold wash over her and sighed, eyes closed.

Storm
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Storm nodded his head in agreement, acknowledging the male’s greeting. Cacti blossoms would be nice, I could use the water. His mouth was parched. He stared off in the distance. So much sand and no water in sight. Storm sighed. ’..catch a few hares while I’m at it?’ Storm woke up from his thoughts. And he grinned showing his canines. ”A rabbit would be most welcome. And I’d share of course”, he added quickly. ”There were intruders?” Storm growled out the words. The thought made him hot. His mouth curled up in a snarl. The patch of green among the sand caught his attention. His eyes glazed over for a bit when he saw the cacti. Probably out of thirst he decided. Storm quickened his pace eager to possibly get some water. The hot sand burned through his paws, and pebbles of sand became lodged in his fur with every step he took.
”Do you often have volunteers to go with you to gather herbs?”, he asked. I suppose not, there isn’t much to do collecting herbs he thought to himself.

Storm
mentions: Sivrica

Storm watched as the healer carefully picked his way through the brambles. ”Ah, my mistake then. I thought all cacti were good for was water. Speaking of which I could use more.” He watched as the blossoms fell down. ”Hunting… could be better”, he admitted. Storm hadn’t seen much prey in the last few days. He had mainly been scavenging. Hopefully a big kill will come along It’d be something to ease his boredom but like the healer said, he’d need some help with a deer. ”I’ll be back” he said to Siv. He spotted a lean rabbit in the nether. It spotted him and bolted. Storm dashed after it. His long grey legs overtook the rabbit’s as he closed in for the kill. His mouth closed down on the spine as he bit down. He trotted back to Siv. ”Want some?”

Kaeva
mentions: Salem

”Salem” She bowed her head in greeting and her tail swayed gently, and her ears laid back in submission. ”How does the patrol go?” Not that it was really her concern, or that she cared. Hopefully nothing bloody Her deep blue eyes scanned the brilliant white snow. The snow would look so ugly marred by blood. She stiffened ever so slightly as she remembered the day her parents never returned. She had waited and waited, the cold seeping through her fur but no one ever came back. Of course her packmates helped her grief, but they could never cure her dislike of the battlefield.