Sunrise Ridge i left her with a broken heart [BWP]

Afternoon, Light Rain, 64.4°F, 18°C. All welcome for 1-2 others.

A light afternoon rain prompted the young male to move closer towards the tall, spindly trees which enclosed the small meadow he had been trying to hunt in.

Sheltering beneath the sparse, tapered canopy of a single alpine larch tree, his shoulders hunched forwards as he hesitantly shifted down into a sit. Quietly, Lonán took a moment compose himself — to bury down his frustration at not having scavenged a meal yet. It was a task which was made more of a challenge, considering that his stomach would not stop growling.

Tired orange eyes glanced up towards a raven as it came to perch up on a branch above him. As it cawed loudly, the heavy flapping of its onyx wings sending a flurry of pine needles down towards the dark yearling. Frowning, Lonán's gaze drifted back down to inspect the mess the bird had caused to his coat. He released another long sigh before beginning the painstaking task of removing each tiny pine needle, along with all the other dirt and debris, from his fur. It had been weeks since he had last taken the time to properly groom himself.

(This post was last modified: Jul 07, 2018, 05:46 PM by Lonan.)

She was out scouting, having skirted around the neighboring pack with hopes of avoiding an interaction with them. Especially with the recent conflict that had happened with them trespassing. Not to mention the light rain would likely help cloak her from being picked up by one of them in case they wanted to duke it out on neutral lands. A sigh escaped her as she dismissed the thought. Neither was her pack to rule so she wouldn't worry her mind over what came next. She'd look out for herself and that was that.

Her lean form made good travel time and before she knew it she was in the lands that she had met Ramiel in. Funny enough, there was a dark form up ahead. They weren't nearly big enough to be the Archer yearling and so a frown cut deeply into her features. He seemed pretty harmless - looked like he was grooming or something.

A bit bored with the routine she had fallen into, Bella could use something to spice things up. Without a second thought she let out a bark to announce her presence. She was here whether she was wanted or not.

Dark ears pricked up instantly at the sound of movement in the tree above him, the raven flapping about again. Curiously, he glanced up to the large bird, his brows furrowing in annoyance as he anticipated a second shower of itchy pine needles to fall down on him. However, the dark green foliage drifting down towards his partially-groomed coat were hardly noticed by the yearling as he instead focused on what had the raven so flustered.

An anxious feeling stirred up in his stomach as his orange eyes moved to stare off in the same direction the scavenger was focused on. Lonán spotted the pale, slender figure of the female just as she barked her announcement. Immediately his dark ears flattened and he found himself close to panic. He had done well to avoid other wolves (pack wolves in particular) up until now, fearing that he would inadvertently offend one of them with his presence. Now that he had been confronted though, Lonán was unsure how to react.

Quickly standing up, to show that he had indeed heard her bark, the dark male hesitantly stepped forwards out from the shelter of the alpine larch tree and into the rain. Ears were pressed submissively against his head and his tail waved nervously by his ankles as waited anxiously for the female to approach him. If she came close enough, Lonán would crouch down — even roll over if he had to — anything to avoid violent confrontation.

(This post was last modified: Jul 07, 2018, 04:49 PM by Lonan.)

It was kind of weird the way he seemed so submissive but honestly, she liked it. Bellatrix had an inkling of hunger for power perhaps this stranger could fulfill that small part of her life.

She crept closer ever so slightly as her lively eyes raked over his form. He didn't look in tiptop condition which made him an easy target. Not that the Rigel was exactly the fighting type with a frame as willowy and lean as hers. Her head lifted as she looked down the bridge of her muzzle at the sooty male.

"Who are you?" She questioned with ease. He didn't smell like anyone else and by his current condition seemed like it was unlikely he was a part of a pack. Which was a good thing for her mentioning she was trying to avoid conflict with neighboring pack wolves at the moment. Loners, though? Well they were free game.

The scent of a large band of coyotes is on the breeze.

As the pale female crept closer, Lonán slunk down lower towards the ground, pressing his white tipped chest to the damp grass. She might have been smaller than him, but she was in comparatively better condition — and the scent of other wolves (around ten others, at least) lingering on the yearling's pelt explained why. She was a pack wolf. Lonán inhaled sharply, taking in another lungful of damp air, as his orange eyes darted around behind her to confirm that she was the only one of her pack to have discovered him.

At her question, the male's gaze returned to briefly focus on the dandelion yellow of her eyes, before they flickered down to his muddy paws. "Lonán." He replied nervously. Dark brows lifted expectantly, waiting to see if she would offer him her own name before he dared to try and ask his own question.

"You smell that?" He asked suddenly, looking back up at her. It wasn't the question he had been meaning to ask her, but, at that very moment a sudden breeze had brought with it the scent of a large band of coyotes — something that proved impossible for the young male to ignore.

(This post was last modified: Jul 07, 2018, 05:49 PM by Lonan.)

"Lonán."

She committed the name to memory. While she was feeling spunky, she wasn't feeling downright rude and was about to give him her own name. About to when a band of coyotes could be scented on the breeze and the fellow yearling asked a more obvious question. "Of course I do." She said with almost a scowl. He must have not been here long if he thought the scent of coyotes was anything new. "They're crowding the hell out of these lands." Her features still a bit annoyed but more at the coyotes than the yearling.

Yellow gaze raked over him, he was scrappy and underweight not exactly the best candidate to bring home to the Keep. "Where you heading to? Assuming you don't plan on being coyote food." She asked with a half-smirk and raised brow. Perhaps that was a little mean but no one had ever said Bellatrix was the nicest girl around.

Lonán flinched a little when the female scowled at him, confirming that she had indeed caught scent of the coyotes. Orange eyes quickly darted back down to the dewy grass, unsure of how he had seemingly managed to offend the pack wolf already. He remained silent and listened as she explained how the lands had been overrun with the smaller canines. The information caused his eyes to widen briefly in realisation. It would, after all, explain why he had been finding it so hard to come across any food. The coyotes must have licked every bone clean.

The young male wrinkled his muzzle, his skinny tail curling tighter between his legs. It was only now that he was beginning to realise how dire his circumstances really were, and suddenly, he couldn't help but feel all the more overwhelmed by it all. Lonán sniffled, and swallowed back the sick feeling that was now welling up in his throat.

He looked back blankly at the female when she asked him where he was headed, clearly having no answer, though his orange eyes soon flashed with panic the moment she mentioned the potential of him becoming coyote food. Lonán couldn't tell if she was just teasing him, trying to scare him on purpose. However, he was sure that he did not wish to stick around the small meadow long enough to find out. The dark male stuttered for an answer. "I, er, I-I don't know." He admitted, looking more than a little worried. "Do you know of someplace I could go t-to avoid running into them?" Lonán wasn't entirely sure if he trusted the pack wolf to give him an honest answer, but he was desperate, and at this point he was more than willing to give it a try.

(This post was last modified: Jul 08, 2018, 05:15 PM by Lonan.)

Bellatrix didn't often feel powerful compared to others (considering her tiny size) but this guy was doing wonders for her ego. Seeing him shrink up like that, tail tucked and all. It seemed she had really hit the final nail but calling him coyote food too.

Her glory would be short lived though - this she knew. She had to return back to the Keep eventually and remember that she wasn't top dog. Sigh. Pale ear flicked at his questions, a soft hum escaping her as well. "Depends on what you want. Two packs nearby. One being the one I belong to and the other....bunch of barbarians." Her yellow eyes rolled enough to really accentuate the point. Perhaps she was being dramatic but whatever. Wasn't like she really cared that much.

"We better get out of here either way, though. I'm sure those coyotes will show up if we keep staying like sitting ducks." They scent on the breeze seemed to get stronger and by the strength of the scent Bella doubted that she and mangy companion could take them by themselves.

Dark ears perked up as the pale female mentioned that there were two packs located nearby, one of which being the pack that she belonged to. The other being, well, from what she described it as... much less appealing. Lonán frowned and scrunched his face up, before slowly shaking his head. Whilst he hadn't planned on joining a pack so soon on his travels, with the coyotes wandering around causing trouble, he felt like he had few other options if he wanted to stay alive — being eaten alive certainly didn't sound like a nice way to go.

Focusing back on the female, dark charcoal lips parted as he went to ask her about the pack she belonged to, when he was swiftly interrupted. Nostrils flared as he took in another lungful of moist air, noticing too how the scent of the coyotes had grown in strength as they closed in on their location — encouragement enough for him to move. He nodded in agreement and hesitantly took a step forwards toward the small female, still crouching low so's not to stand at his full height beside her. His skinny tail waved nervously behind him as he sought out her bright dandelion gaze again. "So, uh, what's your pack like?" He asked, an obvious indication that he was interested in following her.

(This post was last modified: Jul 08, 2018, 06:24 PM by Lonan.)