A Heart A Flutter.

Clear, Early Morning — Current Temperature: 19° F/-7° C @Naia @Elettra @Adelaide

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A noise. A stupid gurgling, annoying noise, echoed in the small den that this large chocolate brute had been staying in. What day was it now? Day three, if his memory served him right. Day three since he had seen her. Day three since he had smelled her intoxicating scent. Day three. Three was a lucky number to him so maybe he would find her today, patrolling the boarders. Oh Adelaide, his sweet Adelaide. Oh how he missed her scent and her coat. The sun had just risen he could tell by the faint light that penetrated his den. Gurgle. There was that stupid noise again the noise that bothered his ears. What was it where was it coming from? He waited a moment and the sound happened once more this time it occured to his weary mind the sound, that stupid gurgling sound, was coming from his stomach. With that he rose grogily on his paws and climbed slowly out of the the hole. He yawned. His jaws opening wide showing off strong, sharp but yellowed chompers. If one were to look close they would notice that he had a small jagged crack on his left incisor. Slowly his powerful maw closed and and looked around. What should he do now? Gurgle. Oh right food.

He looked around himself and sniffed the air it was crisp and chilly. He was not a fan of chilly, bone chilling chilly to be exact. He did not spot anything near his den so he turned and headed towards the Willow Ridge boarders. He wanted to she his Adelaide again maybe get to know her a little better. As he walked he noticed that the snow and ice under his paws no longer made a plashing sound as he walked like they did before. Informing him that it had be warmer the day before and a lot colder now. He sighed and glanced around still nothing around him. Suddenly the wind picked up and he looked up to the branches above him. The ice drop covered willow limbs swung making their eerily beauty tinkling song. It was peaceful here in this skeletal woods. His mind wandered back to Adelaide, oh how he missed her heavenly beauty and intoxicating scent. It took him only a moment to realize he had stopped moving and continued on his path tagging wagging as the thought of the she-wolf he met three days earlier lingered in his mind. It only took him a few moments longer to reach his destination. A destination that if he were seen by a more defensive and stronger Willow Ridge member he would be in trouble. He stopped ten yards from the scent markers and watched the boarder.

The woman was recollecting memories everywhere she laid foot. Her heart raced as the sight of the willows entered her view. Shivering with anxiety, she picks up her pace. Though the winter had been harsh, the woman retained a lean figure. Healthy muscles ripples under her thick cream coat as she plodded along. It was the early morning; the sun was greeting the earth once again. A smile ran across her muzzle as she now weaved through the drooping trees. The ice that claimed the branches glittered elegantly within the sun's morning rays. With her mind at peace, the woman opens her jaws, beginning to sing a merry tune.

The snow is leaving, Spring will come

All of the wolves are thinking about love...

Suddenly, Chantille's step had a certain bounce in it. Pups!! There were going to be pups! The smile that had crossed her muzzle turned into a toothy grin. Her singing had ceased at the thought of little bundles of joy climbing out of the den and experiencing the world for the first time ever. Immediately, her mind delves back to when she had helped care for Naira and Rhysis's pups. Her smile began to waver. Briefly, the kind woman wondered what had become of the old pack. Lowering her head, she casts a silent prayer for all of their safety and happiness.

The woman continues to observe the wondrous beauty that was the Drooping Willows. She had been here only scarcely, but the place had surely made quite the impression upon her. With a sudden change in the wind, Chant's head whips back upward. A scent had caught her attention. It was another wolf. Proceeding with caution now, the female peers about as she continues her walk."speech"

(This post was last modified: Mar 28, 2014, 09:05 PM by Chantille.)

They were in every aspect, a threat to Elettra Archer and her ruling along with her Leading partner, Angier Lyall. The loner male trailed the woman's borders in search for a female within the pack, a female that just so happened to have caught his interest in both physical manner and overpowering scent alone - likely something stemming from the quickly ending breeding season. Wolves were desperate to find their place in the world, make their mark. Elettra would be damned if anyone or anything decided to make their mark on her territory. Though the scent of a male was one thing, but a female? The hairs on the woman's back stood on end.

Though Elettra had briefly encountered her before, she did not remember her. At least not by scent and likely, not by sight of name ether. There were many names and many pale wolves she had encountered in her life and although Elettra had not yet gotten close enough to these loners to view them, she doubted they would be anyone she cared to run into at the time being. Feeling another wave of nausea hit her, she pauses, stumbling as she leans into one of the many willows of her home. A few minutes then is left to vomiting. She huffed deeply, trying to regain her breath, eyes of silver dashing back and forth along the clearing as though in search for some sort of panacea that make do her good. In this cold? Not at all likely and her herbal supply was, well, no herbal supply due to it's nonexistence.

Jaromir of course did not find anything on his way to find Adelaide. He was hungry but he was going to ignore that for now. He sat in his spot about ten yards from the boarders and just watched the wind blowing the ice chimes around and alerting him to two other scents, two she-wolves, neither one being Adelaide. He sighed one smelled of grass dampened with dew and honeysuckles with top smear of Cedar. The other she-wolf smelled of Willow, pine, cedar and a hint of white dryad flowers, a strong scent for a she-wolf, which lead him to believe the she-wolf he was smelling the one of strong scents was the alpha of Adelaide's pack. He perked up a bit because he was meaning to speak with his alpha maybe she wasnt the alpha but she sure smelled like it.

Jaromir was excited and nervous about this possible chance meeting but then his thoughts came back to him the other she-wolf of lighter scent why was she here she did not smell of the willows which lead him to believe she did not live near here. This thought intrigued him and he turned to where her scent was coming from and headed in that direction keeping his eyes on the boarders trying to locate the strong scented she-wolf at the same time. It wasn't long before he found the sweet tender scented she wolf. He gazed at her with golden orbs through a semi-think veil of the ice dropped sweeping limbs of a willow. Her scent matched her appearance with her soft pale coat. She seemed to be just passing through but obviously was not a member of Willow Ridge but by the looks of her not a loner either. He just watched her from his somewhat concealed location every now and again glancing at the boarders for the strong scented she wolf.

The woman continues her stroll, still aware of the scent of wolf that mingles with the wind. She carries herself along in a lofty manner. Chant's throat vibrates as she begins to hum rather than sing. Her head lightly bobs along with her own tune before she pauses beneath a very old willow. The willow's bark itself reminded her of the rocks on the mountains where she once thrived with her pack. The cracked bark furls into knots along the tree. With a fascinated look on her face, the creamy woman plops her rump down on the ground to take a rest.

Something seemed off. She felt as if there were eyes upon her. Chantille tilts her head in an upward angle as she scents the breeze once more. A familiar odor tickles her nose and makes her narrow her eyes in thought. "Why is that so familiar?" She questions aloud as if the tree she rests beneath was going to answer. Chantille shakes her head before she allows a sigh to slip from her muzzle. She lays down now, resting her head upon her front paws. Her tail curls to her right haunch. Her eyes peer back and forth before she suddenly sits back up.

"Is someone there?" She is a bit frustrated at the other underlying scent... the one close by. It seemed to be male, but she wasn't completely sure. Not being able to tell how close it was left her unnerved. With a step toward the direction of the wolf's scent, she speaks again "I... I'm not angry. I'm just curious as to whom is there! That is all!" A nervous titter escapes her muzzle as she stands stone solid.

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(This post was last modified: Apr 09, 2014, 11:30 PM by Chantille.)

He followed the pale wolf and so, she followed him. After regaining herself and munching on a bit of grass, the dark hued woman was off again. She lingered along the edges of the pack's borders, nose to the air and eyes of silver seeking. She pauses, marking the edges of her territory with a assurance before pressing forth. The Matriarch arced outwards as the two scents grew, closer together now, nearly mingling. She pauses then as a voice sounds, whispers... Elettra's stance lowers, turning into something akin to predator hunting prey. In time, she could smell the loner male directly ahead of her and she pushed closer, slowly, surely...

The female's voice sounds once more, questioning, fluttering with a certain air of paranoia and fear. The smallest of smirks pushes over the woman's lips, but it is not her that the pale female is questioning of, it is the male, for surely Elettra had yet to be noticed savor her scent lingering amongst the landscape. Elettra pauses in her placement, if only to buy enough time to hear out what the lone wolf would say in return. After this, she intents to announce her arrival with a low growl, ending as she pushed herself closer to the group - out in the open, out in full view of both wolves to see. "If you two don't have business lingering so close to my home, I suggest you move on - quickly." Her head remains low, aligned with her spine. Her tail however, in a banner of dominance and power behind her. It might have been two against one in a fight (and one being larger) if they had intent to cause trouble, but Elettra was all too willing to take her chances.

There is a family of deer nearby. Hunt Opportunity

The brute smiled a wolfish grin and let his head emerge from the vines and looked at the pale wolf he sniffed the air and noted that the strong scented one had started to move closer. He looked her up and down she was small and pretty and smelled nice but she was not the wolf he had fell in love with, stupidly of course, and it probably was not love in the first place but that did not matter to him. This white she-wolf was not his Adelaide. He lowered his head in a curious manner looking at her deeper his golden orange orbs boring down into her soul and trying to figure out why she was here he was not able to read her or anyone really he mainly was trying to make her uncomfortable. She was asking who was there and she seemed slightly afraid. What was this feeling? He smirked he felt joyful to her fear. What a horrible thing. Feeling joyful to one's fear. The strong scented wolf was drawing closer and closer and soon she'd cross the boarders and be on them. This was obviously in his eyes an assumed treat, a male and female so close to a packs boarder and just after and close to breeding season that would make any alpha suspicious and territorial. This was all to perfect for Jaromir. He wanted a meeting with Adelaide's alpha and it appeared he was going to get it. Closer and closer she came and soon she was in site. He glanced at her and let his smile drop. "Actually, I was hoping to speak to the leader of Willow Ridge."

Sorry for skipping Chantille. :/ Wanted to get this moving for reductions sake.

Her muzzle twitched, her lips quivering, fighting off the snarl which dare cross her features as she watches the both of them in wonder. The female in the group does not speak, perhaps out of the fear she had heard in her voice prior. It was the male who spoke, his words directed to Elettra, forth coming in nature as he wished to seek out the Leader of these lands. And for what? Soon, she would find out. "I lead here." She confirms, her eyes of pale steel never leaving the male's frame. Her position remained where it was at the edges of the Drooping Willow's part of the land which made up her territory. She did not speak for Angier, who had yet to arrive to the party, content at the time only to speak of behalf of herself. "I am Elettra Archer." She greets then, her muzzle dipping ever so slightly and her nose twitching. She picks up the scent of deer then, a group. She could have been rousing a party with her pack mates in order to feed her members. Instead she was stuck here with two rogues on her land, only to irritate the pregnant woman. "Why are you two here?" Her eyes dance from the male and then once more to the slighter, pale female. She was not sure if they knew one another or not, perhaps not, due to the girl's previous words. Still, it was all quite skeptical.

There is a rabbit's nest nearby. +1 Health