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Romulus | Lumen | Alpha | Location: Lumen Camp | Mentions: Open!

Romulus overlooked the flower-crowded meadow, watching the hustle and bustle of his pack, the first signs of daybreak tickling his fur. It had been hard at first, setting up camp. Not only had they arrived second to the Noctis pack, which was insult enough, but his own pack had found it difficult to navigate the vast expanse of the meadow at first, due to the sheer amount of plant life obstructing their view. But thanks to Romulus' excellence ( or in other words, it had made Romulus so angry that he had stomped through half the field), he had managed to create a more flattened area suitable for camp, and the rest of the pack had expanded upon the idea. Now that camp had been established, the pack had flourished under it's bountiful nature, catching hares and other mammals that lurked in the undergrowth.

Speaking of other mammals, Romulus thought to himself, it was soon that he'd have to meet at the rock-mound with the other packs. He wasn't concerned in the least, though - he was a strong, capable Alpha, a wolf whose presence simply oozed intimidation. Romulus saw the other packs as nothing more than a stepping stone, and he wasn't averse to fighting if things didn't go in his favour, regardless if the other Alphas thought him stupid for it. He didn't care what they thought about him, or his pack, for he knew in his heart that they were the best of the four.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Romulus marched dutifully to the centre of camp, abandoning his sitting place on the outskirts. "Alright, no slacking," The Alpha snapped, "I thought I said I wanted a border patrol? Or do I need to remind someone of their responsibilities?" He padded over to his warriors, a curl on his lip. Though certainly a threatening sight, the Lumen pack could tell when Romulus was bluffing - though it still made a few of the more hesitant warriors stiffen up in panic. Romulus grumbled to himself, mercifully deciding that he wouldn't pound anyone into the dust just yet. "Do I have to do everything myself?" He muttered under his breath. It felt like it was going to be a long day.

↞ { Scorch } ↠
Female • 4 Years Old • Noctis Scout
Location: Noctis Camp • Mentions: Ace, Eerin

Dark claws hovered above the stream, blunt tips occasionally sinking beneath the surface before pulling out again. Scorch watched cold droplets drip from her cracked nails to rejoin the swirling current with barely veiled boredom, eyes half-lidded. Turning her paw slightly, the tawny and rust she-wolf examined her scarred pad. Trauma induced, utterly terrifying at the time. Now it was just a memory that evoked little emotion.

This new land was bountiful and beautiful, it was difficult to believe the forest was once little more than soot and ash, burned and lost to man's negligence. She knew the marks of destruction well. Only hints of it lingered here, barely noticeable to the others. Indeed, it was these scarce, but still present scars that told Scorch the trees and earth had known fire. "This place will be a good home for us," she concluded, watching fish glide beneath the water's surface thoughtfully. "So long as the packs don't tear one another apart. That would be most unfortunate."

Lifting to her paws, Scorch followed the path leading back to camp, yellow gaze settling on the only two wolves currently out and about. The first the young wolf she now called alpha, Axe? The other the beta whose name she could not recall at all. "Lovely morning, is it not?" She inquired of the pair before padding past them, settling below the shade of an overhanging tree seconds later.

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↞ { Tarkik } ↠
Masc NB • 2 Years Old • Lumen Healer
Location: Lumen Camp • Mentions: Romulus (Indirectly)

Tarkik could hardly smell anything through the pungent scent currently wreathing around him, wafting from the thick wad of plants gingerly carried between his jaws. Although the delicate purple flowers carried a strong aroma, it wasn't at all an unpleasant one, and the young wolf's spirits were high as he followed the trail back to camp. Using herbs for healing hadn't been a common practice among his former pack, it was quite a unique method, and Tarkik was eager to learn more. A stranger on his travels once informed him this particular plant, lavender he believed, was good for bringing down a fever. It would be interesting to see if that bit of information proved correct.

As he entered the camp, however, he could feel the tension almost immediately. The other wolves might be able to see through their alpha's demanding display, but Tarkik's ears folded back nervously and he left a wide berth between himself and Romulus as he confronted the warriors, slinking toward the bush he kept his herb stash in, setting the lavander delicately into a section of empty space. He would need to survey the rest of the meadow and surrounding unclaimed territory to see what type of plants grew here. The remainder of his stock from the journey was dangerously low and he desperately needed to replenish. It was imperative he had the proper herbs at his disposal should the new moon meeting end in disaster.

Romulus | Lumen | Alpha | Location: Lumen Camp | Mentions: Besart

Romulus watched the male topple over, kicking up stray petals and pollen as he fell to the ground. He was by no means a small wolf, making his clumsiness all the more irksome to Romulus - he simply reeked of lost potential. "Why should I take you? You can't even stand on your own four paws," He hissed, "Besides, I doubt you could even manage to seize a field mouse, let alone a rabbit; the only thing I'd expect you to catch is my bite, if you keep pestering me with your insolence." The Alpha huffed, fixing his stony gaze on the warrior. Recognisable, if only for the fact that the male was one of the most recent additions to his pack. He appeared a comedian by nature, though Romulus didn't find jokes at his own expense all that funny. "Do you think it's clever to jest about me like that?" Romulus questioned threateningly, tilting his head slightly. The Alpha intended to test the warrior's resolve, to see if he'd stand by his point, or crumble under the gaze of his leader.