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PostSubject: Within the Border   Sat Nov 28, 2015 10:51 pm



These lands are the entirety of the pack's large claim. It connects to the hunting grounds nearby in the east, and stretches to the lake far to the north. A swift river runs through the southwest border of the territory, and the den can be found near the center. Strangers should be wary of crossing over the marked border.
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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Thu Dec 03, 2015 11:08 am

Soon enough after entering the border, the scenery picks up a bit, almost as if the previous location should have been much further away to allow for the change. The peaceful ambience of daylight glow passes though the array of leaves and closely packed trees, the not too distant sound of the southwest river echoing through. The feeling created was homely at least to Sergill, he preferred the outskirts of the territory to the central section near the den. Luckily enough, his job as Scout called for a lot of territory roaming. Before nearing too close to the den and his pack-mates, Sergill bounds off course to a near by piney leaved bush, quickly grooming out his fur to rid of the scent masking dirt. It came off like dust at this point which begged the question, when did I last bathe? An over shoulder glance is given to Randen, Sergill noticing his unaccustomed skills to walking in an environment with so many low obstacles. Although he barely realised through his ongoing internal monologue, he does at least now clock onto the fact that Randen has quietened almost completely apart from the hushed swearing of mild pain and frustration. You did it again Sergill, you’ve made even this guy go mute in your presence and not in the good way. With a muffled sigh half groan through the cleaning of his own tail, Sergill pushes the thought back “We’re not far now.” He states and readjusts himself to the walking pace of Randen.

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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Thu Dec 03, 2015 10:22 pm

: Main Den :

Aysel allowed her howl to soften and drift into nothingness as her air became spent. She breathed the crisp breeze into her lungs once more, filling them to their capacity. Her cool and collected golden gaze turned once more to her young sister. "Where would I be without you, little Rose?" She inquired internally as her expression automatically softened. There were no untouchable boundaries that Aysel could keep when she was with Rosalee. Lee's beautifully kind personality uplifted the Alpha's spirits, and her gentle ways seemed to give a sense of calm and peace with everyone she came in contact with. Life had brightened so whenever this rusted black she-wolf had entered Aysel's timeline.
"I should take a patrol of the territory." The grey wolf sighed, taking on duty that her rank required. "Sergill should not have to do everything himself. I'm sure he would appreciate the help." She reasoned, giving the smaller wolf beside her a smile at the corner of her maw. "I will be back before dark, alright?" She asked quietly, cautious not to demand Rosalee to remain. "I know that she is growing into a fine young wolf... but I still worry." She thought.
A small glint appeared in Aysel's orbs before she playfully nudged her sibling to lighten the mood. "Stay safe." She added before nuzzling her muzzle into the wolf's soft fur. Only a few seconds later, her sleek body was through the entrance to the den area and into her land in search of any trouble.

: Within the Border :

Aysel found Sergill's fairly recent scent trail rather quickly, but decided against following it any farther. She had faith that he would be able to handle whatever could be thrown at him in a quick and easy manner. The hard character had only been with the pack a manner of weeks, but Aysel was confident in his abilities as a scout. A strong sense of trust would need to be earned from the Alpha, however. She was not one quick place much stock in others, preferring to take responsibility for her own actions. Instead, the female chose to scour a different part of the territory for anything out of place. There was always a threat of rogue wolves challenging the pack, especially since the pack was so small in number. They were in desperate need of new members, as dangerous as the prospect could be. Aysel took off at a slow lope, her long legs carrying her thin frame at a steady rate. Her eyes constantly scanned the gorgeous woods surrounding her, flicking from tree to tree, searching for a shadow out of place. The fallen leaves under her paws crunched and rustled with each step she took. She struggled to keep her senses sharp as her mind began to wander. Being alone to her thoughts was something that she dearly loved, but it could place her in danger if she did not remain vigilant. Shaking her head slightly to clear her mind, Aysel continued on towards the lake in the North.

: To the Lake :

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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Fri Dec 04, 2015 5:01 pm

Randen is pouting at this point, tired of his long legs propelling his paws into the path of low sticks and various other pointy objects. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed, and was unadjusted to the walking pace of other wolves. During his travels he would usually run in short bursts to cover distance, slowing only to catch his breath, investigate the area, hunt, etc. Now he had to focus on not making a fool of himself in front of this stranger, and it was proving rather difficult.
The scenery was quite a bit different here; A touch more welcoming, Randen thought, than the outer lands. He suddenly realized that he had no idea what to expect when it came to Sergill's destination. Did they have some sort of den or a clearing or what? The thoughts kept his mind occupied before Sergill suddenly bounded away, causing Randen to flinch out of his trance. Freezing in his spot, he watched Sergill long enough to see the male brushing some dirt out of his coat before turning his gaze to their surroundings, taking it all in. He hummed a soft, random tune hoping to fill the void of sound. There seemed to be the slight babble of water somewhere near, but that was all he could hear besides Sergill getting himself situated and the other expected sounds of nature. He looked around for a while, waiting for Sergill to rejoin him before the silence was suddenly broken.
“We’re not far now.” Randen let out a little sigh. Quiet always made him tense, so instead of getting lost in his thoughts again he decided to run with some sort of conversation, even though he felt that maybe Sergill would've preferred otherwise.
He hummed in acknowledgement before saying, "Far from what, exactly?" Falling into step with the other canine seemed a bit easier now, after his previous attempt which he would just consider a practice. He let his head swivel towards Sergill, searching his face as if to gouge a reaction, but he couldn't hold in his curiousity. Not even long enough to let his companion answer the first question.
"And how many of you are there? How long have you been together?" His light amber eyes remained locked on Sergill's face, Randen not once considering that it might be a touch creepy.
"Sorry, mate, I don't mean to be so nosey. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm more than a touch nervous over here. S'been a while since I've been in a situation anything like this one." He gave a small grin, stopping his ramble and hoping to start up some back-and-forth to take his mind off things.

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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Sat Dec 05, 2015 4:54 pm

The first question from Randen seemed a bit unnecessary for the short time he was offered to even select an answer. Where does he expe- and suddenly the wolf feels a pang of agitation when he’s faced with two more questions. The nature of the questions was hardly the real matter to him but rather Randens need for the rapid chit chat after such silence beforehand. The other thankfully explains himself although as if to keep up reputation, Sergill gives Randen a hard look that could just have easily been his resting face at the end of a tiresome day. The expression was seconds short and he allows himself the mindfulness of perspective. He had felt very alone before but he had never experienced it truly, he’s always had somewhere or someone to go to, even if that didn’t always mean a variety of choices. I wonder what he's gone through... Well here’s to talkin’ like ye know what you’re on ‘bout.
“Ah wouldn’t stress over it, being alone for too long makes everything worse than it is. We’re no threat towards you.”
Sergill says with an honest glance that almost looked sad… Or was it his age that molded him the long face? “The pack is in need of more members, a bad attitude to newcomers would do nothing in our favour. You can at least take comfort that logic.” Sergill responds with assuredness in the facts and although he could have very easily stopped his mouth there, he takes it upon himself to converse more with Randen. “So what do you reckon you’re good at?” The wolf questions, one ear facing Randen and the other at half attention but his gaze seemed entirely detached from this and more alert on their surroundings than the appearance of his company. He spoke with curiosity in his voice and was being amiable in the subtle way he only knew how to do consciously. Randen had managed to catch the attention of his inquisitive nature and didn’t fancy wasting the rest of the walk to more silence.

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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Mon Dec 07, 2015 7:46 pm

Farther and farther from the hearth of the territory, raven hued legs carried the youthful healer at a brisk pace. Even if there was nothing to hurry over, familiarity allowed her to move at a favorable speed; quick enough to cover ground, but not too hasty that her scanning gaze might miss something. The domain of the pack, stretched far and wide through the woodlands, towards the mountain surrounded lake, and down to the southern river – a prime stake of land to call their own. However mighty the current trio might be, there simply was not enough wolf power to safeguard their prized domain. Hence the growing need for an increase in membership.

Rosalee knew that with more wolves, would come an inclined risk of illness, as well as injuries. A howl directed to summon loners, regrettably could attract unsolicited attention of outlaws and renegades. Preparedness and diligent work would be expected of the only medically skilled canine.  Better safe than sorry. Jaded moss ridden logs expanded as far as her mustard eyes could see. However useful moss was from the primitive pack, she already had plenty stored away for safe keeping. Today, the she-wolf was embarking on a quest for the invaluable herbs that would soon die come the first frost of the season.

Entering a shallow valley where the trees parted just enough for the sloped land to maintain a healthy blackberry patch, her sensitive nose picked up the scent of the pack’s latest kill. Only bones and fur patches remained on the body of the doe, but the odor was liable to entice any number of scavengers. Although most insects would be gone along with much of the local plant life, Rosalee wished to collect more blackberry leaves, which were successful to ease pain in stings. The memory of her first bee sting credited to that knowledge, but she wanted to experiment and see if the leaves offered any other healing properties.

Leaves on the once thick bushes were already thinning, so selecting a branch worth her while to lug back closer to the den was a tedious process. When one finally met satisfaction for her requirements, alabaster fangs locked onto the base of her chosen branch and with powerful tugs, she pulled until it snapped. Through parted jaw which gripped the leaf filled stick, Rosalee panted from her efforts. Ebony ears rose with triumph but then swiveled back instantly at another snap. What was that? A low huff sent a chill down the girl’s spine. A pungent and lucid smell flooded her olfactory system and she knew she was among a moral enemy. Bear!

The russet stained fur along her neck and shoulders, all the way down her back and to her haunches, raised with alarm while her paws froze where they were to assess where the creature was. Aysel would have an earful to give her if she let herself get harmed from pure negligence. She’d go back to never letting me out of her sight! From behind the auburn pack wolf, another broken twig compromised the bear’s location. With the berry bush still in her grasp, Rosalee fled from the meager valley, into the safety of the shadows.


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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Thu Dec 10, 2015 10:42 pm

The newly acquired scout Ikariah lay idle on a bed of moss not far from the main den, her long, lean physique stretched out on the thin, fluffy vegetation. Although upon first glance she may have seemed fatigued, in reality she was rather bored. She had patrolled her side of the territory twice and had encountered not even a squirrel thus far, leading her to wander back into camp in search of entertainment, perhaps conversation, only to find that the alpha and her sister were in the den and everybody else was gone. That was how she'd ended up sprawled out so listlessly on the dirt, slender forelimbs elongated out before her and slender skull rested upon her paws. The pose was completed by her back legs splaying out to one side as her torso twisted, and her fluffy, tawny tail covering her hind feet. It was a quiet day. Too quiet, in her opinion. Her diluted eyes blinked slowly now, as the quiet sounds of the birds chirping in the canopy began to lull her into a doze.

A doze that was interrupted by a faint snapping of twigs. Aria's eyes flickered open, skull elevating from her forelegs although she remained positioned on the ground. Her large ears erected, straining to hear anything further. When the sound of faint conversation-- a gruff, familiar voice partnered with an unfamiliar more smooth pitched one --echoed through the forest she lifted her slender muzzle into the air to inhale deeply. She identified a myriad of smells; Sergill was finally back. Then there was one other... which she didn't recognize. Has he found a recruit? she thought, the theory bringing great light to her uneventful day. It was so boring around here lately. Traditionally intruders were unwanted in a pack, but even the Aysel welcomed them now. Her expression portrayed little emotion, although her eyes flashed alight as she spotted two figures approaching from the trees. She did not rise to greet them, rather opting to lie in wait.

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Other: I'm just going to say that Aria was recently recruited, perhaps a week or maybe two prior to the RP...? It's much easier than having a bunch of lone wolves suddenly pop into existence. XD
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PostSubject: Re: Within the Border   Thu Dec 17, 2015 6:53 pm

Frost was walking alone through the new territory. Silently admiring how nice it was. But such admiration was not visible on his face. It's like his face is frozen to one expression all the time. Nothing really wrong with that Frost thinks. But apparently it is a big deal to others. He doesn't care. The massive and tall male kept stepping with his large paws. Following nothing in particular except perhaps a scent of nearby wolves. Staring ahead emotionless and expressionless. He didn't know why he was seeking out a pack. He didn't have good luck with packs up till now. They all accepted him at first because of his size and intimidation, but after actually getting to know him, before knowing everything, they always made him leave or bullied him. He honestly became numb. His personality being his problem. Emotionless, silent, somewhat distant. But if he likes you then he'll protect you till the day he dies. Unfortunately, they got too wrapped up in him being apathetic, and never got to know how nice he can be if you give him the chance, not that he cared, but there was no denying it would be nice to have more of a chance than that. All said he was a monster and that he was heartless and soulless. So he gave them exactly what they thought he was, and what they called him. When the crossed the line, he  was quick to put them back in place. He heard a howl, and he paused, his ears twitching. A female howl it was, Frost simply shrugged. Whatever... He thought to himself, and kept walking forward. Scanning the area with his bronze gaze. To see any sign of life anywhere besides the sound of that howl. Changing course, and making a v-line right towards the direction of the howl.

Along the way he got a faint scent that wasn't wolf, but in fact bear. He was sure to avoid the direction of that scent. Though, if the beast came mozying over for no particular reason, Frost wouldn't be hard to spot. Would he take a chance with a bear? Well he knew it was a terrible idea while he was alone, even with his size and skill a bear would be a challenge or deadly. But really, he didn't care. And could not care less. Now what did trouble him was the single wolf scent mixed in with bear. He groaned rolling his eyes. He could go, which could end badly, or he could ignore it, which may also end badly. Darn it all... he thinks to himself with a huff. Part of him saying he should at least try to help, while the other part says he doesn't care and should keep walking because it's risky when the size, breed and gender of the bear is unknown. Frost sighed. Bleeding hearts of the world unite. he thought to himself again with a huff, and decided he'd at least go take a look. He then picked up the pace, jogging swiftly and silently through the grounds to where the scents were. But he made sure to keep himself on higher ground, and hidden as well as his annoyingly snowy-white pelt would allow. He gazed down into the valley. Observing everything. He caught sight of the bear, but no wolf.

I must be going nuts, not that I'd care if I was... he thought. Apparently the wolf is either gone, or really well hidden. What a waste of time. He thought rolling his eyes. But if the wolf was a pack wolf, finding he or she would be a handy thing to do. After doing a few extra sniffs, he managed to figure out the wolf was female. As convenient as this setup was, Frost decided it best to leave. He didn't want to risk blowing the fae's cover wherever she was hiding, because of his own unfortunate coloring. So he turned around and left the area with an intentional swish of his thick tail. Hopefully the bear would get distracted by that movement, and the female could leave. If not, well the bear was probably after the berries in the valley. As long as she stayed away from the berries it wouldn't hurt her, and if she just walked on her way and gave it no attention she'd be alright too. Frost nodded to his self-reassurance, then began heading in the direction of wherever the howl came from once again. He really hoped this pack gave him a better chance than the rest had. If not, then he decided he was going to give up on pack life, and strictly be nothing but a loner. He's done fine on his own till now, surly it could be a permanent fix. Better than being judged, rejected and bullied. That's for sure. Even though they all learned their lesson... He thought to himself as he padded along.

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