The howling yipping could have been in her dreams... But it wasn’t. With a frustrated ‘hurumph’ she dragged herself onto her feet. It seemed all she really wanted to do these days was eat and sleep... despite the fact it felt like some sort of rave was taking place in her stomach. She could almost hear the dubstep...

It would seem they had been discovered. She didn’t know where Rhysis was. It seemed despite all he had huffed and puffed about her staying well within the borders she was dragging her pregnant belly to check out more and more loners lurking at the edges of their home. She would be grateful for any influx of members but the howler sounded young. He... yes it had sounded like a he, would have to be able to hold his own, and she would not tolerate any potential threat to her young.

The earth between her den and the lake disappeared beneath her paws in time, although admittedly she was in no particular rush, stopping to make sure she reinforced the borders as she passed. There had been no intrusion yet, and she had her lady gang to thank for that. They were more than dutiful.

Finally the gathering came into sight from a slightly elevated position looking down on the lake from their home. She loved the views it gave her. They would be a hard bunch to ambush with the only real foliar cover behind them and well inside their territory. Two pale forms stood out as familiar, along with two silvery forms that weren’t, one almost appearing to try and hide. Rhysis’s words of Aniu, petrified at her own shadow softened her heart a little but she wouldn’t let it show just yet. Only one of them had howled. Her eyes narrowed, tail raised and fur puffed, she all but rolled into the gathering, only stopping momentarily to nudge both Athena and Chantille in greeting. Lately she felt wider than she was tall.

Ava’s absence at these events was to be expected. She had sent her to the River after all but surly she should be back by now... She pushed the worry aside. She had enough to worry about. The girl was capable.

Golden eyes darted in the direction of the wolf who wished to be ignored, making it clear she knew the girl (from the scent of her anyway) was there. It was a bold move trying to hide from the leader of the Poisoned wolves but she wouldn’t hold it against her. Apparently her moods were unpredictable and it made her quite intimidating to strangers... maybe word had gotten out?

She knew Athena could come across as imposing and the boy was only young. A small grin quirked at the corner of her mouth. ”A little lost? Seems you aren’t the only one...” Her eyes swung back to where she had first spotted the other girl. Hopefully she would have the common sense to show herself or she might have to consider sending Athena to flush her out. She assumed Athena had already asked the boy what he wanted, either he had not had the chance to answer yet or her second was awaiting an opportunity to fill her in.

He didn't know why he bothered.

Naira's trail led straight from their den towards their hidden entrance, and when a howl filtered into the air he knew exactly where she had went. Honestly. What was the point in him banning her from border patrol when she just ignored him anyway. That woman really knew how to test his patience. Quick as a flash, he was following the scent of his female... which was soon joined by Athena. At least the little wolf was doing her duty, sticking like Naira like a piece of gum in her hair. He knew she would do his secret mission, to keep Naira safe and under watch, for him to the best of her ability - else he wouldn't have asked her to do so.

Upon the journey another scent joined the bunch- Chantille. It seemed the healer was just as curious and had decided to join the welcome commity. They were like vultures when it came to a new scent; all running to meet and greet, but he supposed it was for the best as there was strength in numbers. So far, their meetings with new wolves had been calm and casual; but he knew one day would come when the stranger at their door was not as hospitable as they might hope. He could only wish he would be the one to answer the door on that day and spare his faithful females.

Ha. If only his father could see him now. Worried about the welfare of women?! Pah. He'd spit in Rhysis' face, before tearing off his nuts. He supposed in some ways he could be like his father. Cold, calculating... in fact, he tormented himself over the fact he was surrounded by females, when he used to dispise them so, but now relied on them like they were actually family. His father would be mocking him, without doubt. A pack of females? Not a pack at all, what's the matter with you?! Too cowardly to convince a worthy male to stand at your side? What a surprise, worthless runt. he would say, before the castration of course. Still, Rhysis wasn't his father... not just yet anyway and he had certainly no desire to castrate anyone... well, maybe Jedd, but that was another story.
So wasn't he surprised when he turned to trek across the shore of the lake, to spot his female, little wolf and healer talking to a male?! As he approached, another female slipped sheepishly out from the treeline where it appeared she had been hiding, and catching onto only the last part of their conversation, he had learnt they were here to join the ranks. Interesting indeed.

With his head and tail held high, he approched the group with the confidence of a king. He made no sound as he stepped up behind his wall of females, until he pushed past to stand beside, and if not a little in front of his female. He didn't introduce himself, he knew who he was, but he didn't know who these wolves were. Ever cautious now, he tested their scents for traces of the other packs, but luckily for them found none. Still, that wasn't enough to convince him that they weren't here as spys or worse. What were the chances that they would appear together? His logical mind would suggest, none.
Still, there were ways to weed out the wolves from the... enemy. A challenge, a test of hunting perhaps like they had Jedd complete. Perhaps a spar between the two of them, the winner earning themselves a spot in the pack. A race, a swim... he could think up countless ways for them to show their worth but for now... he was silent. He would allow his female who had started the conversation to continue; he would be having words with her later on anyway so let her have her fun for now. He would serve as backup and to look totally hardcore for the time being. She was carrrying young after all, and whilst he appreciated the valor of little Athena and the kindness of Chantille... he felt better knowing he was around, just incase.

Chantille felt her dark lips rise instantly as Mist crept out from hiding. A growl almost slipped from her throat, but she caught herself, and managed to lower her lips within seconds. Hiding? As soon as the other wolf had also asked to join, she looked at both of them with a dissapointed glare. This was broken soon, though, because the dark man had arrived.


She turned her head, watching as the alpha approached. Ears immediatly flattened against her head, and she made herself appear smaller. Furry cream-white tail lowered itself, tucking between her hind limbs. Dipping her head towards the raven colored leader, she watched as he slipped past them and a bit infront of his mate. Whipping her head back towards the loners, now, she relaxed herself, rising back up into her normal position. Mind began to whir as she wondered what Rhysis would have to say to these two.


As she stood there, she scented the air, registering the odor of the two before her. She respected the first wolf who had come out right away, asking if he could join. At least he did not blabber about himself...that would certainly have casted the Poisoned femme fatales into a deep slumber, and we would not want Rhysis to come upon that, now would we?