The Wildwood For The Love of Your Pack

Almost got it! Just another bound and... The sickening crunch of
bone shattering sliced through the air. A fawns choked voice cut off as the jaws
of a silvery wolf ended its short life. The young females' sides heaved as she
caught her breath through the fur of the young deers neck. Blood now muddied her
perfect gray jaw as it ran down the sides of Narimés maw.


The flowing red blood tasted good, and the gray yearlings tail began to wag nonstop.
Though she wanted to eat the fawn the she wolf knew that this one was especially for her
alpha. She stood still shuddering with the excitment of the chase through her body.
Her legs mostly shook with the need to continue running, but Narimé ignored the need.
Instead she turned around and began to look for Elettra. The fawn continued to dangle
from her mouth while she took short steps back towards the place she'd last come.
Narimé was sure Elettra had been behind her.


Setting the fawn down the gray wolf licked her jaws and nose clean. Then
with the scent of blood cleansed from her muzzle she lifted her head and began to
scent for the darker she wolf. Her scent of was near, but Narimé didn't spot her.
So she raised her head a bit more and gave a few short barks to tell her alpha that
she'd been successful. That the meal was here for her.
"Elettra! I have the fawn here for you!" She yipped excitedly. This was the first time
she had been given the chance to show her alpha what Narimé could do. They gray
youngester thanked whatever spirit or god or thing gave her the luck to actually catch
this fawn while with her new alpha.

The herd had been far off, moving along the length of the wildwood to the north and in the season of birthing after breeding's pass, the doe had been left with her child. Certainly, the fawn had only been born at some point that day, learning it's new limbs. But against a wolf (though still far from adulthood herself) the child deer was no match. Certain if she did not leave it would be her own death, the mother had fled for her herd and, leaving the child to it's fate. The hunt had begun quickly and though Elettra followed, it was only in a brisk trot as opposed to Narimé's full on run. The young solidly gray youth was larger then Elettra in the aspect that she was taller by her long, stream-line limbs. Though Elettra was by no means a tank- smaller then Remy or Koda in her pack- she held still a rounded body, thick and curvy hips, a plush chest and think, sturdy limbs. She was evenly built and due to this, she was well-rounded in her abilities, but was no match to Narimé and her speed.
As the girl darted off, determined to prove her skills so that when she came of age, she would obtain her pack role, Elettra followed in a slow loop. In time, Narimé's barks would sound and Elettra would quicken the pace, making way into her young member's direction to view the girl's victory. "Perfection. You're very quick." Surely the quickest in the pack, or at least the quickest she had seen, as she was sure Remy would prove the strongest should the need arise. While Remy was built to fight, Elettra was a profession healer and it was obvious, Narimé was quite the huntress, surely only to grow more so in her tactic as she aged. "I've no doubt when you come of age, you'll hold the role of Hunter proudly."

Anybody else coming in?

Narimé nodded happily then looked around at their
surroundings. The forest seemed so alive. Every
little thing was moving; from the twirling leaf to the hovering dust mote.
Creatures had gone silent after listening to the wolf hunt, but now some
animals were beginning to come out of their hideouts to send out their calls
and search for food. Narimé could almost recognize this forest. Have I been
here before? she wondered as she glanced back to her leader.


"Do you know where we are exactly?" She dipped her head as she
asked her question and flicked her eyes back to the forest. Tree's
swayed as the wind from above raked along their uppermost branches.
The gray yearling sat down and coninued to catch her breath while waiting
for her alphas answer. Narimé guessed that Elettra had been here before.
Or at least traveled through this territory. She's been a loner for far longer
than me... She pondered the thought, She must have seen many places.
A crackling noise came from the wolves right and Narimé jumped up to her
feet in surprise. Is there danger? She scented the air but only smelled
the blood of the fawn on her muzzle.


A gray squirrel came out of the bushes being chased by another larger squirrel.
They ran away from the wolves and up another large tree and continued
their fight in the branches. Stupid squirrels... Narimé sat down embarassed.

<blockquote>The brute had grown fond of the dead woods, and had started claiming them as his new home. He would not be thoroughly marking a wide range, but enough of where he liked to be and where he wanted others to stay away from. He had not been cast out to have nothing, as much as his former pack may hope, he was going to prove fate wrong. His story was in his hands, and this was the real beginning of it. The woods he was drawn too because of the similarities they both possessed. They were not exactly striking upon first look, with a second anyone could see the striking life, and other fine qualities. He would like to think he did not look all bad now. His fur though thicker than most this time of year was not tangled with burs nor coated in mud. It was starting to dull by his lack of real meals, but there was still a glow to the silver strands.For the first time since he had been banished, he was coming to terms with his new life and that maybe this place was where he was suppose to be.

Long, cream colored legs carried navigated amongst the bramble, and his eyes were lit with an eagerness for the hunt. He had caught the scent of a herd of deer, and was most eager to catch one. Though the odds were not in his favor, he was desperate enough to try. He could happen to find a cripple, or a babe and he was not about to pass up that chance. Besides it wasn't like he had anything better to do, surviving was his life now.

Tail swept high behind him he tracked them down bidding his time, and keeping his distance. He watched them for a good time, his coat blending into the silvers and shadows of the woods. The herd slowly started to move further on, and it was then he saw them. Mother and child, and the fawn looking to be a day old, if that. His shoulders flexed, and he readied himself waiting for the right moment. Timing had never quite been his forte, and a solid streak of silver shot from the brush and at the tiny creature. His mouth went slack stunned by his lack of knowledge while the young female killed the frail creature. It was than Sica decided he may have a good chance to either charm a piece away from her, or take it by force. The girl whisked up her kill, and was on her way. His brows collected together in bewilderment. Where was she taking it? His black nose twitched, but all he could smell was the blood, and his stomach growled. Cautiously he prowled forward, wanting to know where the fresh meat was walking off too.

He tried to keep a safe distance, catching a peek of her light colored flanks now and again. Then the youngster barked for another, and he only wondered more. Why would someone catch a deer for someone else? Step by step he would sneak closer, his ears perked when he heard whoever this Elettra was praise the hunter. His nose crinkled at the scent of squirrels dancing about, and he hid for a moment debating to simply vanish or show himself. If it was not for his hunger he would have torn himself away. He doubted he was likely to get anything now there were two of them, but again it was worth a try. He stepped closer, catching the tail end of the squirrels shooting through the bushes in time to scare the young hunter. A distinct snort of amusement rang from him as he walked into the clearing. <b>"Only squirrels, my dear,"</b> he smiled reassuringly.</blockquote>

(This post was last modified: Aug 04, 2012, 12:35 AM by Sica.)

"I've passed by this place a time or two before, though I know little of it and not it's title." She admits, answering the young grey girl's question as she took the time to catch her breath. For the time being, Elettra stood, overlooking the surroundings as Narimé gathered the time to catch her breath. After all, Narimé had been determined to show Elettra what she was made of, though it had been proof alone she was a good hunter by the various caches of food which lay piled within the small cavern of their den site. Elettra was sure now that the hunt was over, heading back home would be in mind so Narimé could rest off the hunt.
However, this was not the case. The rustling of the squirrels perked Elettra's ears to attention, a smirk forming over her lips as her young pack mate jumped to the sounds. It was this that reminded Elettra no matter how tall the girl was, and no matter how skilled of a huntress she was, she was after all, still a child. And one, of course, Elettra was in need to care for as well as the rest of the pack, as that she may grow safely into adulthood. Without young to care for this year, all the attention would surely be on Narimé.
So, of course, when the rustling of the squirrel was replaced by that of a wolf, followed by a voice, Elettra's body grew taunt, taking a few steps both towards the stranger as well as to the side of Narimé, in which their small catch lay before their paws. "Need something, stranger?" She remarks only, a dry tone edging at the corners of a dark voice. Her attention in direct upon him, scanning the beast up and down without fault of the obvious examination of which she gave: a loner seemingly, molted in a mix of patchwork colors which resembled nothing of the average timber brute and for this, was attractive to say the least. He was average in size, not by far the tallest, nor largest of the breeds of men which she had seen in these lands. However, he painted himself with one of the most outwardly interesting in coating despite the pawful which she could to this day consider handsome. But he was a stranger and this, without a doubt, kept her on edge and waiting for answers.

You can skip her unless you are specifically talking or doing some sort of action to her. Right now she won't talk much with the circumstances being what they are.

Narimé gazed nervously at the male who'd shown himself
coming out of the bushes. His voice had scared her since she didn't
think there was another wolf around. Then the gray girl looked up and down
his physique. He was skinny, probably a loner, and his patchwork of a coat
surprised Narimé. She had never seen a wolf with that color..err..many colors
on their coat. Elettra came up beside Narimé which surprised the young wolf
even more. Is she protecting me or our food? the silver she wolf wondered
then dipped her head picking up the fawn. This was their food. The strange hungry
male wasn't going to get this meal from her.


Watching the new wolf with cautious eyes Narimé glanced to Elettra
watching what she would do and waiting for some sort of a signal from the alpha.
He might be acting nice but.. Well we don't know what he'll do. She told herself
watching him quietly with bluish purple eyes. If she had been alone without the meal
then she might have came up to the stranger asking a simple question about her father,
but with the food here that she purposely caught for the pack's caches, Narimé
stayed quiet and let the adults work it out.


Theme Song (Sloane With Narimé)

<blockquote>The young wolf was rendered speechless, unknown to his stalking, and definitely not sure what to say or do. The another lady took no time to take a stance closer between the yearling and the food. It does not take him by surprise as he watched indirectly, his golden eyes still upon the wolf who had caught the fawn. He thought how easy it could have been to get the deer from her. It was no longer an option, and he was sure he would not be eating anything he did not catch today. Upon the lady's question his gaze broke, and met the silver eyes. He detected something in her tone, and it was then he really looked upon her. She was dark in her coloring, and carried many shades of black woven together, some of them so light they was grey. The part of her he held most was around her face, and ears there was the brightest of silvers which matched her eyes perfectly. A quick glance the rest it did not take much to see she did not look as delicate as the many females he had encountered either. It was true she had feminine curves, but they were not wispy and frail. She appeared full of strength,and she did not look once like she was afraid of him. That was something that intrigued him. Most females were startled by a stranger, and he had not encountered one who had not balked at the sight of him. This made his smile only increase against his creamy cheek in his wonderings. Day after day this placed surprised him, and to think this one was not over.

<b>"Actually, I had my eye on that,"</b> his muzzle directed to the still fawn, but his golden hues did not leave hers. <b>"But, I can see I'll have to find something on my own,"</b> he finished answering not hiding the fact he had thought about taking it from the young huntress. It was probably obvious he had trailed it here, and was hoping to have it so why hide that fact? It would only make him appear as a deceiver, and what he needed most was someone to trust him. No one had done so in so long though, he would not be surprised if no one ever did. There was some kind of hope in him, that if he was honest someone might notice. What that might help him with he had no idea, except returning his self worth, and value. Who was he kidding? He needed food, and he wasn't sure this was his best chance to get any. If it were not for his musings he would have turned away and went to hunt up something else. As it was it was natural for a wolf to be lonely, and he was. He had never been a lone wolf before, and making friends....<i>real</i> friends were not in his book of talents. Out here he was seen as a scoundrel, and bandit by those he had come across. He could not help but dwindle here longer, wanting to know more, and simply hear the voice of another.</blockquote>

The young, gray scaled female at her side remained silent, something which Elettra not only accepted, but liked. It was best to keep her mouth shut during these tense situations, where the wrong thing could be easily said and sent someone off. She had feared Narime might have been friendly to the male in ways where she would rush forth too closely to engage in a conversation, but had otherwise shown her smarts to stay put and not only this, lift the fawn up and away from easy snatching. Elettra, for the moment in time, remained in her placement, tensed, and without falter of readied stance.
He speaks, openly saying that he had come in interest of taking the fawn for his own, living still in the dog-eat-dog world of a loner. Elettra herself had been a loner before, even one more recently before the newly founding of her pack. Though her time as a rogue had always been short lived and it had never come to the point on having to turn petty thief for a meal instead of running for one's own. Her pale gray lips twitched to this, a warning remark of irritation to the jester he had made, honest as it was. If he was a thief, he was an honest thief at that.
"Smart man." She replies in address to him understanding that he would have to find something of his own, as obtaining their own kill was not an option this day. Though the pack had plentiful food and did not particularly need this catch, the whole of keeping the pack well fed and happy was far more important then feeding the scavengers below them. Still, her silvery attention traveled him up and down, never leaving his frame as she prepared herself should the male go and try to do something utterly stupid. "...And what is it you would be willing to do for this kill?" The dark woman questioned then, tempting the fate of the corpse by pushing the male's limits on how much he really wanted it.

<blockquote>He was not proud to be a thief, but there were worse things he told himself. A liar, and murderer. He was assumed to be back in his homelands, but no one had gotten the real story. They had all been too happy to see the Sovereign's son, his future leave in banishment. The notice of the edge of her silver kissed muzzle lifting if barely was caught in his golden gaze. What did Sica expect? He had just told her had he hoped to get that fawn. Was this female a short fuse? He cantered his grey masked face, trying to decide. She made no more plays at his confession. His mask breaks into a grin by his own amusement at the mention of him a smart man. He had been called everything, but smart.

<b>"You, must want to know what kind of desperate man I am to ask such a question,"</b> he countered back, letting his ears rise upon his head. Did he know the answer to such a question? He had thought about charming the fawn from the girl, or get a taste, then he had thought about being fierce, and by force. Those ideas had been shot out of his head. He had decided he had no chance for it now. He doubted he was quicker than the two, and he was sure one pack already had a price for his head. They way she said things, if he thought of something good enough to impress her, or something for her in general it might be a fair trade. <b>"I am not enough to attempt it now. I haven't been that stupid since I was a pup,"</b> he said, shaking his head with a gentle chuckle if to assure her. He did not think this would change her mind. His features smoothed, a curious gleam to his honey colored eyes, and he glanced at the fawn before staring back to the lady. <b>"But,"</b> he began, letting his mind reel with possibilities, <b>"I would do you a favor."</b> For what, he was leaving it up to her, she could use her imagination and request something ridiculous, she could use it later, or she might just need something now. He wasn't sure if she would accept, or if he would get anything in the end. Curiosity was a dangerous thing.</blockquote>

The rogue man does his best to assure her that he had no willingness to attempt to steal the catch now, now that it was not only protected by one woman, but two: one surely with the speed to run off with it and another surely with the strength to fight for it. However, still the beast remained, if only intrigued with conversation, or in still hopes that he may wiggle his way into the ability to gain the corpse after all. Elettra's attention shifts to Narimé at her side for but a moment before back to the molted colored male before her once more. If anything, he was good sight to look at and otherwise a well game to play.
"A favor..." She muses upon her tongue allowed, though huffs at the thought towards the end. She needed him not an ounce to do her bidding. She had wolves to guard her home, mark her boarders, hunt for her and even another healer within the ranks as of now. All Elettra had to do was guide them, to keep the group together and even still, she had a partner at her side to help her with this. What could the rogue offer her that she did not already have on her own? But still, Elettra would allow to let the game push father, giving the wolf the benefit of the doubt for the time being.
Her paws shifted over the ashen earth, her pale gaze locked upon him as he awaited. "Perhaps a little information..." She wondered of the new wolf, though would be questionable if he need anything of the lands at all should he have not been here long. But first things were first... "Where are you from, and how it is that you have not sought out a pack within these realms?"