Thicket of Secrets welcome the best intentions

He was undoubtedly lost. The thicket was huge and tall. Dark and uninviting. He huffed and glanced around with his broad white head. All of this foliage looked the same: green, brown, yellow, snow-dappled. No landmarks were nearby to help him. Defeated, the man wandered aimlessly through the maze of flora. Suddenly, the he found himself crashing to the ground without notice. A pressuring pain and sudden shriek of surprise indicated that he had tripped on something below. In seconds, Durai was splayed out on his underbelly and looked through the underbrush of the thicket with his eerie blue lookers.

He instinctively rolled of the item he was stuck on. A few pokes to the side and back were unpleasant, but he shook them off. Now standing, Durai could see what had caused his clumsy fall. He sniffed at it and finally came to a conclusion: antlers. But...? His attention trailed off. His simple mind just couldn't comprehend how antlers could appear here. The owner was long gone. That means that they were now HIS. Satisfied, the man wagged his tail. He had no idea what these could be used for, but he remained optimistic about it. Maybe Nina could figure out something. He was unreasonably glad to have discovered something, although to be proved useless, seemed so profound and unusual. His eyes surveyed the terrain around him. There seemed to be no bystanders that he could see. His nose rose to the air to make sure of this. He scented for anyone who would dare want to take his precious treasure. When no-one appeared or was smelled, Rai smirked with raw satisfaction.

Of course no wolf would challenge him! He was Durai Pyro! Right...now to get this thing back...Prideful and assured, he glanced down at his pri-

Wait...where did it go? He glanced around to see who could possibly be running away with his dear, wonderful TREASURE!??

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(This post was last modified: Feb 14, 2013, 07:50 PM by Durai.)

May be a potential Copper Rock Creek packmate ?!

(Enter the yearling: practical joke; engage.)

Hollow crept stealthily through the thickets, practicing stalking techniques and fighting moves. If he was to be a guardian he would need to know two things. One was the exact layout of the land he was to guard, the other, was the best way to navigate it. So he made it his practice to roam almost aimlessly through his new homeland until he felt surely lost and then find his way to the border in the quickest route possible, It sounded ridiculous but it gave him better knowledge of how to get around than all those whom had set paw here before him. He felt as though the master of his own domain most of the trails that led to the borders led back to his den anyways solely because he was about them all day and night.

This day however would prove eventful when he came across Durai;'s very fresh scent trail, the yearling was feeling mischievous and playful for he had a full belly and had finished his rounds for the afternoon. Young Hollow locked on to the trail and found that it led to one of the thickest parts of home, that he would imagine would be nearly if not completely impassible by spring. Silently the dark wolf crept along the trail weaving silently through the undergrowth sunlight dappling his coat and once again making him look like an otherworldly specter. He came upon Durai just as he crashed through the undergrowth and rolled across a set of antlers that had long since lost their owner.

Durai looked proudly down at his comical discovery with a very thoughtful look on his face before he became triumphant over his find. With a cheeky grin Hollow slid off of Durai's scent trail and serpent like he crept up to where Durai stood and as the big white wolf scented the air he very carefully pulled the antlers into the brush. Thinking of how thankful he was to the undergrowth for shielding his scent from Durai with the scent of earth and dead plants so that he may carry out his prank. The young wolf slip around behind Durai keeping as low as he could so that if his scent did drift upwards it would make it to Durai's scent glands a moment late, or so he hoped. Just as he snaked around he gently set the antlers upright and used his nose to push them over if his aim was right they would land right on his pack mates hindquarters.