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[BWP] a quick escape — The Wildwood 
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Played by Joe who has 75 posts.
Lone Wolf No Rank
Vaken Svart
@Iskandr

I feel numb, born with a weak heart

Things had been going okay for Vaken. Being around the pack border was mentally exhausting. Despite the security, Vaken wasn’t truly pack and that made it difficult. He was safe from coyotes, but only to a fault. It was a temporary solution. He had too many mental barriers to request to join. He wasn’t quite ready for that level of responsibility, it frankly scared him. 


He knew it wasn’t permanent. He was only going to stay as long as it took for his wounds to heal, but still, loitering outside Charred Ash Draw territory was uneventful. Sure, he had met a few wolves, but it was always tense. They were there on border patrol. They weren’t there to make friends.

He craved the freedom that came along with travelling. That’s why he was in the wildwood, positioned between two trees. He sat in peaceful silence, checking his healing scars. The coyotes hadn’t hurt him too bad. He was relatively in healthy condition, thanks to @Sahalie and @Kino. The pair had helped him a lot, and he wanted to repay them. He wasn’t quite sure how. Scrunching his nose, he continued to think. He could bring them flowers?

Ridiculous. Shaking his head, the small wolf was embarrassed for even considering it. He wasn’t the flowers type. Dropping his head, Vaken sniffed the air timidly, checking for coyotes. It seemed safe so far.

I guess I must be having fun
(This post was last modified: Jul 16, 2018, 09:46 PM by Vaken.)
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Played by Wolfsong who has 22 posts.
Lone Wolf No Rank
Ferreiran Morse
A sniff of the air told Ferreiran everything he needed to know. It was that wolf again. The blond and black one. The only wolf he had really ended up liking. Yup, it was Vaken. The dark wolf gave an internal hoot of laughter at the thought of coyotes chasing them away for the third time in a row, though he supposed it wasn't all that funny.

But there was another scent, strong and fierce. The scent of pack boundaries. Vaken had said that he didn't want to join a pack and had even praised him for not doing it either the last time they'd met. Had he changed his mind? No, Ferreiran argued with himself, he wouldn't join a pack. "Hello," he said hesitantly.
Played by Staff who has 4,348 posts.
You encounter three coyotes marking a nearby tree.
Played by Kaitlyn who has 1 posts.
Lone Wolf
Iskandr Agrypa
It had been so long since he'd ran into another wolf without trying to avoid them. Iskandr had traveled carefully since being forced to leave his home, skirting widely around anything that resembled a pack or well-traveled area and trying his damnedest not to attract notice. Weeks of ducking his brethren as well as coyotes, of getting his meals however and whenever he could, and who knew how many miles covered by his now well-calloused paws. Now, at last, with the distance and those beastly mountains between them, he was fairly certain he'd traveled far enough that no one could possibly know him or recognize him and the stigma he carried with him. At last, he could let his guard down and relax a little... he hoped. Upon noticing the scent of others during his travels today, their own strongly present scents mingled with the telltale hints of still others, he had decided at last not to retreat, but to approach them and introduce himself, to test his luck.

He was almost close enough to warrant a greeting now, moving between the trees, hoping to catch sight of them. His tail stuck out behind his barrel-like body at a slightly raised angle and his ears tipped forward, eyes scanning. There. Just between those trees. He swallowed, suddenly conscious of his voice after weeks of disuse, and let out a ringing bark as he trotted toward them. He stopped a short distance off, letting his tail sway, neither too high nor too low. Outwardly, he seemed outgoing and full of confidence, a jovial stranger happy to chance upon these others. He just hoped they wouldn't decide to try run him off, or worse. "Hey there, you two! Mind if I borrow a moment of your time?" he asked, smirking. Then another scent hit his nostrils, and he had to supress a snarl, scanning the trees quickly again. Damn, and just when I thought today might be a good one. "Ah, shit. Coyotes. Who invited them?" Were they trailing him, just to make a move now?
(This post was last modified: Jul 18, 2018, 05:27 AM by Iskandr. Edit Reason: end of the post got chopped off >.<; )
Played by Joe who has 75 posts.
Lone Wolf No Rank
Vaken Svart
I feel numb, born with a weak heart

“They don’t need an invite around here,” Vaken mumbled, his body turning a bit rigid. He lowered his head and stretched it out towards the uninvited guests, letting out a deep growl. There were three of them, and three of the strangers now. It seemed like pretty fair odds, but Vaken couldn’t guarantee that either of the loners would choose to fight. He wasn’t about to barge into a battle if he didn’t have backup.

He looked at the newest member, the wolf with lighter fur and green eyes, and lifted his tail. He stopped growling when he looked at the stranger, clearly not trying to targeting any aggression at him and nodded. “It’s a bit dangerous here lately,” he continued, returning his eyes to the vermin. “They don’t take no for an answer.”

Stepping towards them, Vaken snapped his jaws and tried to intimidate them, hoping to keep them back. He hated the damn coyotes. He looked at Ferreiran unsurely, almost inquiring with his eyes if the male was willing to fight. If he had both wolves on his side, he was confident in their ability to scare off the coyotes. If not, they better start running.

I guess I must be having fun
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Played by Wolfsong who has 22 posts.
Lone Wolf No Rank
Ferreiran Morse
Ferreiran continued his trademark silence, trusting Vaken to speak for him. The coyotes were that mix of genuinely alarming and overwhelmingly irritating that they always were. He hated them like he hated possibly nothing else. He may just be naive, since he hadn't really faced too much hardship in his life, but the coyote hate was easy to understand. He saw his kinda friend go tense, and growl at the coyotes, obviously figuring out in his head that if the other wolves fought with him they'd win. Honestly, the dark wolf was sick of running from the coyote packs. He wanted to fight. Ferreiran nodded, hoping that no words were necessary to convey his meaning, before fixing the other wolf with his yellow gaze. If one of them didn't fight, it would all be lost.