Cedarwood Forest can we adapt to these foregin lands?

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It had been a few days since the agouti yearling woke up in this strange land. He was unhappy with being so far away from the sea. Tyne had always been able to adapt to anything thrown at him, living up to the meaning behind his name. After following Niq’x to her and her brother’s temporary den the young male decided to do a bit of exploring of the strange lands as to get a better grip on where he and his packmates ended up.
 
 Everything was so white, the ground, the trees and even the sky had a blue-ish white hue to it. It was much too bright for his liking, preferring a dark grey overcast sky of the coast. Averting his gold irises back to the surrounding forest a deep sigh escaped his ebony lips. Why had he – they – been torn away from their home and by who? No one seemed to have the answers, and despite accepting that there might never be any, the questions continued to haunt his thoughts.
 
Having been lost in thought Tyne hadn’t been paying attention to where he had been walking. Stopping to take a look around he shrugged. It wasn’t like he was going to know where he was even if he had been paying attention. Pointing his cream muzzle to the sky, the young hunter took a deep inhale. This was a perfect time for him to practice his scenting/tracking skills. Catching the salty scent of his packmates he continued to explore…
 
The salty scent wasn’t the only thing his coal colored nose picked up. There were faint traces of a pack that seemed to come from the north. The tawny male was careful to not get to close to any pack borders as to not cause any issues with the local wolves. That would hurt his and his packmates chances of surviving in this foreign place.

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Hope you don't mind me throwing Yvly in here! :D

So much had happened the past two weeks that Yvly felt like she just needed to breathe, and to do that she needed some space. So after making sure Squeak was okay she set off to the pack border, hoping the calmness of doing a border patrol would soothe her nerves. Walk a few paces, quick sniff, mark a nearby snowy rock, continue to the next tree, check if anyone is nearby, move on. That was her routine for the next half hour, but it just wasn't enough. Placing one paw over the border, she took a deep breath in, closed her eyes for a few moments, and the strode forward at a gentle trot, letting the scents of cedar and snow fill her. This place could be so relaxing at times. One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four brea-wait. Coming to a sudden stand still, Yvly breathed in once more, the scent of a stranger wafting into her nose. It was different, a little salty, even. But she wasn't sure if that was just from breathing in Squeaks scent all the time. However, she wasn't one to pass up on spying on another when they were so close to her home.

Now slinking forward, the tawny female made her way to where the scent came from, soon coming upon a wolf similarly coloured to her, though much larger and with golden hued eyes. He seemed focused on something, tracking a trail, maybe? She watched him for a few moments before deciding he seemed okay to interact with. Making sure her posture was neutral, as they weren't close enough to her pack border for her to claim dominance over the larger male, Yvly slowly made her way closer, stopping next to a cedar tree and looking at him with her scrutinizing dark amber eyes. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting him to be suddenly disturbed by a loud noise when he was concentrating heavily on something else. Getting into a fight with a stranger wasn't high on her list of priorities today.

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Yvly Doramor

imagine we are higher than the arrows,
casually we're breathing with the pharaohs,
tragically we fall just like the arrows.

OOC Comments: No not at all! :D @Yvly
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The agouti male had learned to adapt to using all of his senses almost equally. His hearing is superb compared to most, being able to pick up the faintest of sounds. This came in handy primarily when he was hunting small prey but was helpful with large prey as well. As the yearling was making his way through the cedar trees he caught a faint crunch of snow. With one ear swiveling towards the sound he pauses unsure if there’s another wolf in his presence or if it’s a small animal.
 
The sound of careful footsteps confirmed that there was another close by. Inhaling deeply Tyne was able to catch whiff of the strangers scent. They smelt of the northern pack that he had been careful to keep his distance, but there was something else… a lingering underlying scent. He couldn’t pin point it exactly for he wasn’t close enough but it was oddly familiar.
 
A soft velvety voice met his turned ear causing him to turn. Before him was a female who had a similar colored pelt and shining amber eyes. She appeared much smaller than the yearling, but that could just because of how far she was from him or due to the fact that she was standing near a huge cedar tree. She possessed a neutral stance in which he matched. “Hiya!” he replied with a smile on his face as to show her that he posed no threat to her. “I’m Tyne! What’s your name?” he said with a swish of his tail.

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A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity

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The golden eyed boy matched her neutral stance, responding with an exuberant greeting and his name. "Crystal," Yvly responded smoothly, tawny ears flicking forward as she slowly strode forward, paws stepping on the more quiet parts of the snowy ground. Three months of living among the snowy cedars had given her much insight on how to be silent when she walked, and sometimes it came in handy. But there was no need for that here, it was just a natural thing she did now. Second nature, one could say. "You're not from around here," she commented softly, inhaling his strange scent once more. The salty smell was still there, and she could no longer deny that it wasn't coming from him.

"Are you alone?" If there was one (maybe in this case two, she wasn't sure if Squeak knew the boy) then there was likely more. Maybe two or three of them. She wanted to make sure he and any others wouldn't be a danger to her pack. Veho trusted her with keeping information about them strictly to the pack members of grizzly Hollow. But that didn't mean she was going to act rude. No, it was all in the art of deception. Once she got what she needed she would bade him goodbye and return any information back to her leader. For the time being, however, Yvly would be more than amicable to this Tyne. She reclined back on her haunches, plastering a friendly smile upon her maw, curiously awaiting his answers to her queries.

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Yvly Doramor

imagine we are higher than the arrows,
casually we're breathing with the pharaohs,
tragically we fall just like the arrows.

OOC Comment: No worries! :)
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The almost mirror image, color wise, of the boy stated her name as being Crystal. “Nice to meet ya” he responds smiling. She strides towards him and the lingering scent becomes stronger. Eyes widening ever so slightly he is able to pin point it. Salt! But how could this stranger possibly smell of salt? As far as he knew there wasn’t a body of salt water even remotely close. Curiosity overwhelms him but he keeps in check as to not ignore the questions he had been asked.
 
Crystal was very to the point, almost as if she was simply trying to get information. The yearling didn’t quite pick up on this for his age hadn’t allowed him to draw from previous experiences. “Uh, ya I'm not from here. I'm from a place called Bella Coola by the coast. Me and a few of my packmates ended up in this strange place without any memory of how we got here”. He says matter-of-factly with a half smile. “Say – er – you wouldn’t have happened to cross paths with another wolf with a scent similar to mine would you?” he asks addressing the faint salty smell that came from her pelt.


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The way he responded so colloquially had her thinking that he must be younger than her, two years at most. Usually a more formal approach was taken by those older and wiser, though she could count a few that still had a childlike streak in them. Though she noticed the slight widening of his golden eyes, Yvly pretended not to take notice of it. It wasn't in fear, but curiosity, and she couldn't fault the boy for it. Curiosity often dragged her around. Staying in one place for a long time had her on edge, and she had always had the urge to just explore.

Tyne proved her comment to be true, saying that he, indeed, was not from around these woods, instead a place by the coast. Interesting. That must be where the salt smell came from then, but she didn't know that by coast he had meant the sea, simply a large lake filled with salt water. When he mentioned other pack mates the side of her mouth twitched. So the boy wasn't alone. She would definitely relay that back to Veho once she got the chance. If there was a group of rogues nearby he would want to know. However, when he asked her if she had met a wolf with a similar scent to the one that clung to his pelt, and very faintly to hers, Yvly raised one of her wolfy brows minutely. He had obviously picked up Squeak's scent on her, so she couldn't very well say no, but what if her new friend wasn't fond of this wolf? "I have," she finally said slowly, dark amber eyes narrowing slightly. She would wait to see what his reaction was to her affirmation before continuing.

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Yvly Doramor

imagine we are higher than the arrows,
casually we're breathing with the pharaohs,
tragically we fall just like the arrows.

The agouti male was becoming more aware to her unwillingness to give very much in response to his questions. He couldn’t blame her, knowing that he was in fact doing the same. He knew better than to give away just how many of his packmates were here and where they are due to the possibility of being chased out by a pack. But he had to give her the benefit of the doubt because he didn’t actually know her or her intentions. When he asked about another wolf with his scent, Crystal replied shortly that she had. She narrowed her eyes in what Tyne thought to be suspicion. However he was unable to keep his tail from wagging. Could there possibly be others from my pack? He thought growing more hopeful the more he thought about it. Maybe one or both my parents made it here! A smile was forming on his lips as he realized that the other wolf could also possibly be Pip, the youngest of the Mizuno siblings.
 
The yearling remembers the quiet and super shy girl always sticking close to @Niq’x and @Blitz. He always did his best to be kind to her knowing of speech impairment. Tyne recalls that Pip could possibly be in this strange land and how worried her littermates are about her. He wanted to know if his parents had possibly ended up here as well but he knew that the small mute girl would need her family more than he did. “Uh” he started unsure about how to ask if it was Pip. The tawny boy didn’t want to exactly advertise that she was unable to speak, especially if Crystal hadn’t come across her. “Did they happen to be about my age with russet, black and brown colorings and orange eyes?” His ears stood erect atop his head hoping that Crystal had in fact seen the Mizuno girl.
 
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At her short response the golden eyed boy wagged his tail in a hopeful manner, a smile forming on his face. It made her think that maybe he knew Squeak, and not in just a passer by sense. Pack mate? Friend? Brother? Even so, she would rather know more about him and the situation before she gave up where her friend lay in the den. Though it was likely she went for a walk after realizing she was alone. Resolving to catching something for Squeak when she got back as a sort of apology for leaving her behind, Yvly focused her scrutinizing gaze upon the similarly coloured wolf. He seemed unsure of what to say, if his slowness to speak was any indication.

When Tyne began to describe what the wolf he was searching for looked like, the tawny female's mouth thinned ever so slightly. If her memory served her well then this boy had just described Squeak's colouring. She herself did not know her friend's exact age, but she had presumed it was around two years, maybe slightly younger. After a few moments of consideration, Yvly's gaze rested heavily upon Tyne's face. "Yes," she said in a smooth tone, fully aware of the hopefulness that radiated out from the golden eyed boy. "Why do you ask?" The time was nigh to gain the information she wanted, and as long as the boy did not natter she would stay her friendly self. Well, reserved friendly self, to be more specific.

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Yvly Doramor

imagine we are higher than the arrows,
casually we're breathing with the pharaohs,
tragically we fall just like the arrows.

Her words were smooth as she confirmed that she had in fact seen a wolf fitting Pips description. Hope rose in the yearling as the possibility of finding the Mizuno girl grew. Crystal’s inquiry about why he was asking came across to him as natural for he’d be asking the same thing. “Well a couple of my packmates have a younger sister who we believe was also brought to this land. Her scent has faintly been picked up but we’ve been unable to follow it” he explained honestly. “They’ve been really worried about her…she doesn’t fare well on her own” Gold eyes studied her facial expression hoping to catch anything that she wasn’t willing to place into words. Finding Pip was extremely important to Blitz and maybe more so for Niq’x, if that was even possible.
 
His tail slowly moves behind his seated haunches; creamy hairs pick up delicate snowflakes as they sweep the top layers of snow. His mind wanders momentarily back to his days as a pup and growing up with the mute female. He was brought up to always be kind to others no matter how different they were. He watched others treat the small girl unfairly and unkindly. Their mistreatment caused the tawny male to always be extra nice to her.
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