Dead Empress Backwater Show what ya got

For @Lillia, though any can pop in!

Winter was coming and so came strangers. Ozark got it. After all, it wasn't like this was her first rodeo and Ozark and her sister Annie had made an effort to leave their own home during winter, just for the sake of saying that they could, would and had.

Now, the guardian strode around the territory with a newfound busyness. She had to keep her eye on the newcomers, of course. Alas, it was by their leader's grace which these new members were accepted, yet trust was something gathered only with time. The most of them, she guessed, would leave once the lands began to thaw. Which was fine by her, really, so long as they earned their keep while they were here and didn't plan on using the pack for a good rest and to grab as much supplies they could to steal away with it all in the night.

Ozark would catch sight of the phase grey wolf first in the gloom of the dreary afternoon. "Oi, newbie! Care fer a tussle?" If the other one was near, Ozark didn't take to noticing, for her attention was on Lillia and she didn't offer much room for her to object, either. Already she was barreling towards her, head low and tail high.

(This post was last modified: Nov 17, 2024, 03:29 AM by Finley.)

Lillia had been acquainting herself with the territory when it happened. She'd yet to even meet another pack mate - too wrapped up in exploration and antisociality both to go out of her way to do so. She'd barely left her partner's side since they'd joined, and today was the first day she felt comfortable enough to wander.

This was a mistake, of course.

She hardly registered what the other woman said before the stranger charged like a raging bull, head low and body poised for a takedown. Lillia moved, but was unprepared, and got clipped in the side enough to roll, golden eyes round with surprise.

"Hey!" she barked, brows furrowing as she took on a defensive position, preparing herself for the stranger to attack again. "This is playing, right? We're play fighting right now?" She needed clarification, because that would determine how she handled this situation entirely.

Either way, what a way to welcome a new pack mate.

Vi can be skipped unless interacted with, he's just here to observe!

New faces were beginning to fill the den right on schedule as they had in previous years. Winters drove even the most independent loners seeking out pack life - even if it was only temporary until the weather improved. The leader had once had the notion that this was unacceptable, but had grown to realize it was the way of life and it benefited everyone as long as the newcomers pulled their weight. More mouths to feed, but more paws in the hunt and patrolling the borders and guarding the caches against desperate scavengers.

He was choosing to allow them to settle in on their own, Magg of course hovering over her ill child and the twin, but three others joining their ranks at Eros’ discretion. These three he had seen from afar but yet to introduce himself in depth to, other than the initial conversation that had immediately following Eros accepting them , waiting for a moment when they might be alone and not entirely overwhelmed.

Today he had spotted one of the females - medium in size, fur a mix between black, grey and silver - not unlike his own, but with a distinct scar on her face. He would have called out in greeting but Ozark beat him to it. A grin grew across his muzzle as he settled down a few feet out of the way - not wanting to catch any strays - but happy to enjoy the show. If his cousin were to look in his direction he would offer her an encouraging wink, time to show off what the Backwater wolves can do.

(This post was last modified: Nov 15, 2024, 10:16 PM by Viorel.)

Tori can be skipped unless interacted with, and is just here to root on her fav

It's time to strap our boots on

Conquest

This is a perfect day to die

Torianna had developed something of a hero worship for the pirate and the way she worked. She was direct, and gave Tori a real challenge that many in the pack failed to comprehend or ever hope to match. There was much to learn, and so her morbid fascination for conquest manifested in watching the woman carefully, pestering her for advice, and the likes. That meant she was on her heels when Ozark decided to tussle with the newest recruits. A wicked grin formed on her features as she watched the beginning stages unfold.

She’d heard about them – the quiet one was a mother who had lost her daughter, and Lillia was… something. She chose to settle next to Viorel, an eager but hushed abated breath escaping her. “Ozark’s definitely about to kick her ass.” She, at the very least, had the tact to keep her tone as quiet as possible when speaking to her uncle.

Still, her claws began to scratch against the ground as she eagerly watched. Ozark was nothing short of amazing.

Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire

Soph had been out hunting in the morning, depositing a few rabbits into the cache before she found it content to sit in Lillia’s presence. They were delightful, and usually consisted of them attempting to communicate in ways they knew how. She was sitting along the mouth of the den when Lillia came in, snarling in her own silent way when another came in and bowled her down, alarm on her features.

She’d wait for an answer before lunging at Ozark, because certainly they had to be just play fighting. They did not join a pack that condoned pack members randomly assaulting or maiming other pack members… perhaps that was why Eros had been so eager to accept them because perhaps they were hungry for blood and looking for new meat.

Sophrosnia is currently travelling with Lillia and is closely tailed by Vili