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Post by P3sti13nc3 on Oct 3, 2009 22:44:03 GMT -8
After rolling around to spread his scent and deter any potential predators, Berg bolts off a few meters. His blunt maw rips through the air. It's difficult to discern the fae's exact location. What matters is that she's aware of her trespassers. Even more so, Berg would be much happier settling in with a pack. Hearing faint whimpers from his offspring behind him, he grimaces. He knows they're hungry. They haven't eaten all day, they have no time to eat when their father is leading them to strange territory. Berg snorts into the air before lifting his head, uttering a low howl. Entwined within his voice is the urgency for a meeting of the two. Hopefully the she-wolf will answer to his call and arrive. |
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Post by Ivekora on Oct 3, 2009 22:53:07 GMT -8
It hadn't been to hard for the female to find food, but that's only because she knew where all the game liked to hide. The day had been slow, but productive for her as she trotted around. It had also been quiet and when a dim howl snuck into her range, her ears perked up. Ivy froze and listened intently. One ear went flat against her head andher lip rose a little as she snarled to herself. She didnt like tresspassers. Though her pack was small a the moment, she was very protective of her territory and wasn't about to share it with just anyone. Stealthfully, she took cover and ran to where the howl came from.
Once she could smell the male and two more wolves, she slowed. When she could see them, she stopped and watched for a moment before making herself known. Her head hung low in an agressive manner as she slowly circled them; only stopping once she was with in fifteen feet of them.
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Post by P3sti13nc3 on Oct 3, 2009 23:11:11 GMT -8
"You must be the alpha of this mountain. I'm actually hoping to join a pack. Think you could make a consideration for a Loner?" he glances up briefly at her face before lowering his gaze again. Behind him in the log, Beatrice and Bruno sniff against the dead bark. They inhale the scent of the unknown wolf with some difficulty. Being so young their senses aren't honed. And in being so young, if the she-wolf decides to attack their father, they'd either be adopted by this pack or eaten. Berg blinks at the ground and wiggles his toes against the damp earth. This suspense is making him uncomfortable. His instincts to be among a pack is strong, the instinct to provide for his young even stronger. |
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Post by Ivekora on Oct 3, 2009 23:19:35 GMT -8
Ivy had noticed his tone wasn't hostile at all, but she still felt like she had to act tough so her own rank would not be challenged. Once she was convinced he wasn't going to attack her, the female raised her head and her ears perked up. "There is always room in my pack....But being father you'll understand when I say this warning: If you harm the yearlings in my pack, I rip you apart."
Very recently Ivy had found two yearlings about ready to die. They had been seperated from their own pack just after their mother was killed by a bear. Pity took over the alpha female and she took them in. Since she had no pups of her own yet she was happy to take care of them.
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Post by P3sti13nc3 on Oct 4, 2009 11:58:14 GMT -8
She appears healthy so this mountain must have fair game crawling on it. The alphess is possibly a little older than himself by a season, maybe younger. Either way, they're two adult wolves now with four younger wolves to look after. He can only hope the yearlings have some sense in them. Berg will have to leave on hunts, meaning his offspring would be under their watch. He gets a dopey look on his face when the twins begin to gnaw at his wrists. Their little teeth comb through his fur, unable yet to reach any skin. Thankfully the two were recently weaned and can eat meat now. Although they're both terribly picky eaters. "I'd be glad to serve in the pack as a hunter, unless you think I could do something else among the ranks." Berg watches the alphess patiently, but somewhat nervously. It's always difficult to be new in a pack. |
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Post by Ivekora on Oct 4, 2009 19:29:58 GMT -8
Ivy rose her head a little as she looked at him in thought. She was never a very aggressive person once she knew who she was dealing with, but for new comers, the wolfess had to show that she was not going to be pushed around. "A hunter would be just fine....It would be easier to catch elk if I had someone to help me." She gave him a nice enough grin and walked closer, all the while trying very hard to not appear too aggressive. She lowered her head kindly and smiled at the pups, "Hello little ones."
Ivy had long since wanted pups of her own, but had never found a suitable mate. She still combed the mountain, howling every night for that one wolf, but never found him. The rival pack was not one she wanted to mate with and refused to even think about giving up her rank. Though she was lonely, her pack and territory meant much more to her...for now at least.
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Post by P3sti13nc3 on Oct 8, 2009 20:22:47 GMT -8
His pale, golden eyes flicker nervously as she approaches. It's easy enough to tell she means the pups no harm however. The two, surprised at the approach of the female, jump up and bristle. Of course this makes them look fluffy and adorable. They show their tiny teeth at Ivy and run forth, batting at her snout with their paws. It'd do no harm since they're so young. Berg laughs before tugging the twins off of her nose by their tails. "They'll warm up to you after they get to know you. Until then, they'll think they're in charge." he licks at the pups' ears. The brujo lifts his gaze to Ivy. "Thank you for this opportunity to be in your pack. Are there any other members I should know about?"
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Post by Ivekora on Oct 8, 2009 20:29:48 GMT -8
Ivy couldn't help but smile. She had lowered her nose to the pups level to sniff them and merely smiled even more as they attempted to show here who's boss. The female aplha then raised her head once more and nodded, "Yes. Kiran and Kosh. They're the only others with me. Two yearlings."
Ivy had saved the two when they were just pups on the brink of being yearlings. They're mother was killed by a bear when the three wolves went off on their own to form a new pack. Ivy had tried to help the mother, but it was too late. Before the bear could attack the frightend pups, Ivy drew it away and then came back for Kiran and Kosh. When ever she spoke of them, there was something tender in her eyes that showed her affection for them, but her voice was always protective.
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