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Post by Josia (Yeshua's Daughter) on Mar 23, 2013 20:38:51 GMT -5
Lightning had decided to go out on a border 'patrol' alone, mostly just because he needed to think. His pack was rather mean to his former apprentice Silentshade and he wondered if he was coping well. He'd been slipping off into the forest for hours at a time, returning as late as twilight when everyone was sleeping. He knew he had better talk with the young wolf. He felt bad for him. Lightning couldn't imagine living everyday with the whole pack breathing down his neck just because of who his parents were. Call him selfish, but he was glad that it was not him.
As he neared the Whitedapple and Riverwinter border he wondered if he'd actually see an intruder or something of the like. It was rare that trouble was ever stirred up by Pine Riverwinter or her pack, and he was thankful for it. It was mostly the Indigoscar Pack that, being hot-headed and headstrong, caused the most turmoil during the year.
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Post by Stern on Mar 23, 2013 20:58:47 GMT -5
A fine spray of mist coated Pine's coat as she padded along the narrow ledge that was their entrance into the came, the best known of only three paths inside, and the best defence that the caverns had to offer. As she reached the sunlight, and the rainbows cast by their protector waterfall, the she-wolf looked around, dipping her head as her trained eye spotted a shape up in the brush, hidden from most, but in position to warn the pack if there was an intruder, or a party, coming their way. While the wolf didn't react, Pine didn't expect him to, knowing that the slightest movement could give away his position to anyone else in the vicinity.
Shaking her fur to free the verdant hairs of the droplets, Pine padded towards a stand of pine trees, away from her camp, for a little bit to think. She had always found herself to think better around pines, if only because they were her namesake. She thought about her pack's current problem, a minor rockfall that had blocked off one of the many warriors' sleeping caverns. Luckily, no wolves had been harmed, but the process of clearing the stones was progressing slowly, and the temporarily limited sleeping space was making itself noticeable in the irritation of her packmates. She had been planning a hunt sooner or later, after the work was contemplated, but for now, she would have to moderate issues as they came up. Luckily, it was in camp, and her pack, for the most part, knew not to fight in front of the pups and apprentices.
Her nose twitching through the scents of crushed pine needles rising from her feet, the fae realized that her paws had carried her farther than she had expected while she mused, and that she was already close to the Whitedapple border. Deciding on an impromptu border patrol, just so that no one would pick up on a pattern in their patrolling, the emerald lupine made her way towards the border. A scent on the wind, another wolf was present. Fur bristling, Pine stalked forward, her ears pricked in obvious statements in habit, as she tried to ascertain the source of the scent. It was familiar, but not of her pack. Deciding that it must be a Whitedapple pack member, she broke from the cover of the pine forest, her ears still forward. As her jaden orbs fell on the wolf that she had sensed, she dipped her head gracefully, acknowledging the wolf that she was now facing as her equal, before she stopped, a few yards short of the border, "Lightning Whitedapple." She wasn't especially worried, and her body language reflected that, as the tension of a suspected fight left her. This wolf was an honest one, and she had nothing to take against him or his pack at the moment. Flicking her ear for a moment, shooing away an irksome gnat, she asked, "How are you on this fine afternoon?" |
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Post by Josia (Yeshua's Daughter) on Mar 23, 2013 21:57:06 GMT -5
He came nearer and nearer to the border of Riverwinter Pack territory with, of course, no intention of crossing it. When he approached the border (it being easily marked by a tiny trickling stream which led to all the rivers in Riverwinter and the waterholes in Indigoscar, and beyond) the scent of a familiar wolf hit him. He remembered a scent very well, and he knew instantly who it was; Pine Riverwinter herself.
It was then that the alphess was revealed to him. He had not known she was that close to him. He saw, by her body language, that she had not expected it to be him, the Whitedapple alpha. She put off that tense feeling and greeted him kindly.
"Pine Riverwinter," the white furred alpha dipped his head respectively. "It is a very beautiful afternoon, yes."
He smiled. I wonder why she's out all alone as well...?
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