Cold Water Creek Come a-Callin'

Maybe @Phineas? Sceral's looking for his "friends" (Mercy and Hypatia?) and still thinks they're here.
:c

Sceral paused, mulling over whether or not this was a good idea. He'd never done much scouting before, never really went too far from his home that sat snug between the Sierra Hills and Spectral Woods. The furthest he went was to the Creek, where he met Mercy, a member of Magnolia Glen. Then there was Hypatia, the princess of the same pack, though she stumbled across him. And now he was here again, at the pack's border. Frankly, the Aesir-Donata wasn't too clued up on the relationship between the Glen and the Oak wolves. He just wanted to check up on those wolves he had known from the floral smelling pack.

He had lied. Well, no. He didn't like to see it that way. It was more a case of not telling the whole truth. He had left Oak Tree Bend, telling @Triell he would be back soon. That he was going to scout out the hunting grounds again. Partially, he had done what he had said … and yet, he had decided to move on.

And so, now that he stood on another pack's doorstep, the young man howled, a long awoooo that rose in his pitch before trailing off. He called for Mercy. For Hypatia. For the Glen wolves. His obliviousness to their current states—missing—would hold potential dangers for him. Harsh words, snapping jaws from distraught parents … and yet, he knew nothing of that. All he knew—or rather, what he thought he knew—was that here was where he would find the other wolves of his age. That perhaps, just maybe, they would be content to talk to him. As much as he loved his brother @Serach, the younger of the twins felt a strange desire to socialise with others, now that he had met them.

(This post was last modified: Aug 15, 2014, 07:36 PM by Sceral.)

It would certainly be a protective parent Sceral would stumble upon rather than one of his friends. The low howl echoed across the Glen, beckoning his daughter forward, and the missing Mercy. His mind shifted to @Aponi, wondering how much salt would be rubbed in to her freshly opened emotional wounds should she have heard the call also. Even more intriguing was why a stranger was calling for his daughter.

With a grunt, the male lifted himself from his position, his eyes gleaming as he strode off to the borders. He was not far, luckily – if he was not found by the den site with the pups, he could be found either marking the borders, or at least wandering close to them.

Despite his close proximity, it still took many minutes for him to reach the stranger. Oak filtered his senses, and albeit his stoic façade, Phineas could not help the slight curl of his lip as he came to view upon the other. It was a younger boy – Hypatia’s age, and already he could feel apprehension about what he wanted with the princess of the Glen. Awfully brave for a Bend wolf to come traipsing so close to Magnolia Glen, he commented by way of a greeting, his form lifting to reveal his height and rank while his pumpkin eyes took in the other. He did not recall seeing the youth at the brawl, but it did not matter. He was a wolf of Oak Tree Bend, and because of that, he was not welcome here.

A wolf's approach was not lost on Sceral, and he lowered himself respectfully, tail curling between his legs. He commanded an air of strength and respected. His coat was a brilliant white, almost pure and lacking any blemishes. His eyes were deep, rich and fiery. Just like hers. He bit his tongue; at least Hypatia had her parents, right? When Sceral spied to flash of off-white teeth, a glimpse of the gum line, the Oak boy couldn't help but wonder if he had made a grave mistake. Not every Glen wolf would be like the one he had met not too long ago—soft and sympathetic. He remembered that ugly, scarred brute from when he and Serach had been mere whelps. He didn't recall the specific details of it, just that the black Magnolia Glen male had been large and intimidating.

The adolescent was startled by the older male's words. Brave? “S-sorry?” He stuttered, blinking down at the man's paws. Sceral hadn't been informed of the brawl, of what happened in the hills. Hell, he didn't even know that Oak Tree Bend and Magnolia Glen weren't on friendly terms. Ignorance, on his part. Or perhaps obliviousness. This wasn't the smooth start he had hoped for. But now? He had an inkling that perhaps something wasn't sitting right between the neighbouring packs. “I, uhm, didn't mean to come across as cocky, sir,” the yearling's tongue flicked out against his lip nervously, “I was just wonderin' if @Hypatia or Mercy were about?”

His eyes darted away, briefly, from the ivory paws that belonged to the wolf who clearly stood as leader of this land. “'m Sceral. They're … well … we're friends.” That might not sit well with the king he knelt before. “I mean, well, I consider us as such,” he hurried to add. He couldn't help his tongue once again peeking from between his dark lips. “'m sorry if I'm intrudin'. Sir.” A whine of nervousness bubbled in his throat, but he swallowed it down.

It hadn’t taken much to shake up the boy, and had Phineas not been dealing with the entire downfall of his life, he might have even been amused. As it was, the Bend yearling made the mistake of mentioning his daughter, and a small frown darkened across his features… an oncoming storm, to be sure. Mercy is gone – he no longer lives here. There was a small pause, unsure of what real connection the boy had with either of them. Mercy had been at Aponi’s side for as long as he had been here, it seemed, so it was a surprise to him that a wolf outside of the pack had known him.

And what is it you want with my daughter? He stiffened then, waiting for an answer as he studied the youthful male. Had Oak Tree Bend and Magnolia Glen been on fairer terms, he might have thought it endearing in a way – a boy having come to call Hypatia. As it was, the blood between the two packs was rather poor, and he did not see it improving any.. nor did he care as much to try. If everything went to plan.. Magnolia Glen would be but a distant memory when he moved his family and pack elsewhere for a new start.

Stern still, the regal did allow his posture to slacken, if only slightly. The stuttered apologies were not missed, and he at least could take some form of peace knowing the tension between the two packs was not large enough for the Bend wolves to warn their youth over. That, at least, had a positive spin to it.

After her attempt to search for her mother, and failing Hyp rarely left the Glen. If anything she tried to remain behind the lines marked by her father, and do what she could. Whether it was trying to entertain Cel,Takis, or Evy, or getting them something to eat, she was finding she didn't mind caring for them. It helped keep her busy, and she liked to see Phineas get a break. It wasn't like she had much else to do.

She didn't expect that to change or anything. The eldest Agyris child was not going to inflict any more pain upon her father, upon her sisters, nor brother. When there rose a voice calling to a yearling boy that had lived here, and to her. A small shot of excitement elicited within her, but it felt so odd. If she picked apart her memories maybe she would find the last time she had felt that way. For now it escaped her, and she wasn't sure what to do. Why was Sceral here calling for them? It had not sounded urgent. That didn't make Hyp less eager to see what had brought him here.

The silver,tawny wolf made her way to her friend, she was no longer pleasantly surprised. Of course Phineas would have long reached him, and from the looks of it he did not seem happy by it at all. Hyp had not been at the hunt either, nor knew the entire story, but she knew it had not gone well with the Bend wolves. Was that the reason Phin seemed upset?

This time Hypatia did not need to draw up courage. The young lady simply came forward, giving a quick glance to Sceral, before stopping by her father. Knowing better than to give him his own hardening stare, she only attempted to catch his eyes. "He's my friend, dad," she replied, trying to be delicate with both parties. Couldn't he see she needed a friend?

Attention went to the young boy. "Is everything okay?" It seemed better to ask than assume, and she wanted to let him know she was in no way ignoring him.

(This post was last modified: Oct 10, 2014, 07:18 PM by Hypatia.)

"Mercy is gone."

Sceral's mouth fell open, his brow furrowing as he stared down at the ground. Gone. Just like that, as if he were never even here. Well, he must've looked like a god damn idiot now, huh? At the border of a pack that wasn't on friendly terms with his own (not that he knew that) asking for an abandoner. Strange, really. Sceral thought of the salt and pepper wolf as the loyal kind. It seemed his assumptions and deductions were entirely wrong then.

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't kno-," the Donata tried desperately to explain himself, yet the pale regal before him continued on. He questioned what exactly he wanted with Hypatia, his daughter. He swallowed thickly, tongue flicking out for what felt like the millionth time to flick at his own lip and nose nervously. "I just wanted to see how she was. I haven't seen her for a long time. I mi-." Cut off again. This time, by a softer voice; a feminine voice. Hypatia was here. She'd come to his call. Thank God her words and arrival had stopped him from finishing his sentence.

His nerves just seemed to shrink back somewhat in her presence, his eyes closing momentarily as he thanked the stars that she had come before things could have gotten any awkwarder between himself and her dad. "Hypatia," he smiled, "yeah, everything's fine. I just, uh ... I wanted to know how you were? If ... if we could talk. Or something." He tried to catch her eye but found that his gaze remained down at his paws, gaze dancing between those that belonged to the leader and the princess of Magnolia Glen. I've been thinking about you a lot for a while.

The boy was nervous -- good the aged wolf thought quietly. He had wanted to include his children in as little as possible with the tensions that had arisen between the packs, but obviously that could no longer stay in play. The fight that had ensued was brought on by her mother, and when Borlla had turned tail to leave the rest of them to take the lead on her mistake, they had attacked.

He would not have his daughter near any of them. Especially the ebony male with bright orange eyes who had attacked first.

His eyes remained stormy as they regarded the youth, and before he spoke once more, the tawny fur of his daughter came to view, her eyes seeming to be alight with concern. His jaw clenched when she referenced the silver youth as her friend, and his muzzle gave a gentle shake. The Oak Tree Bend pack are not our friends, Hypatia. That was ensured last winter. There was a small pause as his eyes flitted over both of the yearlings, his tail giving a light flick. He would not barge between them this very moment, but he wanted it to be very clear to both – this was not a good idea.

Hypatia, when you’re finished visiting with your friend, would you come find me? His eyes drifted between the two, his muscles tense, though he awaited an answer – he didn’t trust the boy’s pack, and while he had been nothing but respectful, it was foreseeable how doomed the friendship would be.

@Sceral

Hyp didn't need eyes to see her father's displeasure. Attentively, ears perched on her head, drawn to his deep voice emitting sharp words of finality she had no hope to change. This had to be a good bye, even if she might not want it. The younger part of her wanted to protest the unfairness. She had had enough good byes, and so had he. The daughter who wanted to please her father wanted to nod her head in understanding, but she couldn't do it. The tawny girl held his look, seeing the same resolute linger in liquid orange pools. There were too many reasons she would not push him any further.

"I promise," was the only words she gave Phineas. At least he would let her talk to Sceral now, and she would take it. Knowing they would not have all the time in the world, she left her father's side. Inside her confidence was shaken, but she managed a faint smile to her silver friend. "Come on, there's a place I want to show you," she murmured, hurriedly walking off to the creek so they could be alone. All the while she tried to think of how she would tell him they shouldn't see each other any more. How she had not exactly been well in his absence.