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Post by hybrid on Oct 24, 2009 1:28:16 GMT -5
Mongri gave a wide grin, her long tail dropping, her head raising. She stepped forward still cautious of the wolves around her but as she stepped toward Nevar she felt that beautiful sense of understanding. He'd never judged her by her appearance, and although she knew he knew she was a loner he had never judged her on that as well. She took the wolves in her eyes, and for appearances sake she let her tail dip between her flanks and wag softly, submissively. She moved her body close to Nevar and nipped his chin. She felt so awkward like this, and standing up straighter she whispered into his ear, "This is ridiculous." She chuckles, he knew her humor, an old friend was always nice to be around. She looked at the herd of Buffalo, she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten buffalo... well... fresh buffalo that is, rotten was easy to come by...
She nodded to Nevar, yes she would help. "So," she said softly, "This is your pack?" She gave a warm smile, her sly eyes staring into his, "You were always meant for this."
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Post by Snow on Oct 24, 2009 12:46:57 GMT -5
Nevar looks back Mongri, as she submissed herself to him. He smiled as he lift his tail high, his body stiffed and he chuckles when she finally said 'This is ridiculou.' Nevar nods in agreement and turns to look at his pack members who most likely looked at them confused, how could an alpha let a loner onto their lands? "Yes this is my family now, and everyone this is Mongri." He says to answer both her question and maybe the questions of the other wolves. He lifted his head high after resting it for a few min. He took it in, 'you were always meant for this.' a smile soon stretch amongst his face. "Yes, history tends to show you where you should belong" he looks back to the herd of buffalo, "To split this herd, we need a plan. Almost like chasing a rabbit where you want it to go. Attacking from a direction."
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Post by wishaway on Oct 24, 2009 22:15:15 GMT -5
Wishaway growled slightly and then sniffed the air. "I'll be back." she said gruffly, stalking off towards the River.
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Post by hybrid on Oct 25, 2009 18:07:44 GMT -5
Mongri's large ears perked to a rustle far off in the territory, her body stiffened as the smell of smoke and sounds of crows invaded her mind. She looked to Stark with a confused manner, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, friend, or to cut our reunion short, but either you have a wildfire on your lands or the crows have found a feast." She motioned with her head toward the smoke and the circling mass of black birds, "Your hunt may need to be placed on hold,"
She stepped toward the smoke but stopped, she felt her hair rise on end as she looked back at Stark.
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Post by estra on Oct 26, 2009 0:02:45 GMT -5
Dice emerged quietly, almost silently, from the undergrowth that brushed along her stomach. She lowered her head in mild respect for the dear Alpha. She wasn’t used to bowing down to others, but was she wasn’t going to be an arrogant little pregnant dog. She was usually referred to, especially in her mind, as the laid back dare devil. As her head arose, her tail descended to a fine height in the presence of an Alpha. Her sturdy limps held completely still as she stopped just a few feet away from the small group of pack members. She failed to consider herself a pack member, seeing as the thought of being a random loner that they had given shelter to and was letting her stay on their land was so much more fun. Her eyes glided from wolf to wolf, looking each of them over with an intrepid yet tranquil expression.
Her pale golden gaze rested on the female that decided to speak first, and in such a rude tone that it startled Dice. Hey, hey, hey, Dice had been a good girl and hadn’t even done anything remotely rude towards this female. Her voice was sickly sweet and it annoyed the hell out of Dice. What made every female think that having taunting, gorgeous vocals resulted in males flocking to them? It made no sense to her. Dice stuck with the normal, slightly monotone voice that most would have if they spoke normally. She cleared her throat, glancing around wondering if this was actually going down. She retracted to her haunches. She would have loved to say “Listen darling, I pose no threat, nor am I interested in competing with what ever male you are after.” But Nevar interrupted her, trying to make everything serene and friendly once more.
Dice shrugged, grinning as she looked away from the female. Oh well. More haters, it didn’t matter to her all that much. She inhaled deeply, watching as more and more wolves appeared. There were definitely quite a bit of females. How splendid. She pushed herself backwards from the wolves, not wanting to put herself too close. Sure, she would love to get all lovey dovey and rub up against all the wolves here, but she had a feeling they wouldn’t take to it kindly. Too bad. She licked her shoulder once, taking a glimspe upwards at Nevar and Mongri. Fire? She instantly perked up a tad bit. Ooo, fire. Dangerous and exhilarating. Wonderful! She was ready to do anything to get near this fire and leap about it, dodging its licking, thrashing flames.
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Post by Snow on Oct 26, 2009 9:36:57 GMT -5
Nevar looked the herd as the herd since the danger, and they began to shake the earth once again. As they moved away from the pack, he notice the herd had more then one injured buffalo, he questioned 'how did they even get injuried?' Slowly turning his head to the smoke, and the group of crows. He slightly grows, "I'm not a fan of a wolf who doesn't obey." As he spoke about Wishaway. He knew her gift, and he knew the fire was because of her. She could cause a great fire, if she ever lost control, and his land would be in flames. He looks to Mongri "I'm guessing their is a loner over there? as he speaks and begins to move towards the direction of the fire. He turns to his pack, "Everyone, please follow. The hunt is now on hold." His emotions soon became anger, he had no reason to be calm.
_Crows are people too! _ follow Nevar into that board.
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