i like your writing 
War’s siring brand had yet to cool upon these lands, the times were only now settling and they all needed to be weary. The Dreamers had not been in the middle of it all, but the knowledge of fighting packs had brought a new reality to them all. Things would not always be safe. The lack of a pack scent on the female did ease the Church female, but not enough to quickly embrace the stranger, and she kept the distance that had been laid out between them. Her presence did not go unnoticed, and the alabaster wolf rose to meet her. Purple eyes danced over her form, looking for the signs of injury that might had made it easier for her to trespass through a claimed land, seeking refuge. But there was no hint of blood on her and she stood with a veiled strength. Naturally the Major noted the lowered flags, and perked her own ears and her tail rose a notch or two.
Her voice came forth, an answer to Mati’s question, in the form of something that matched the tone of her body. It was not weak, she didn’t sense, but it explained a honest story. She was far, far from home. Such a thing would move any beast that longed to be back with their family. And Mati caught the tail end of emotion as she introduced herself. The Dreamer waited, noticing that she was not yet finished with her explanation, and listened intently. Her apology, matched with the stance of her form made the Major relax slightly. This is Crimson Dreams. The large female explained, talking a step forward. Bright gaze watched her still, examining her with her artistic eye. And I’m Mati Church, a Major here. She gave her name and rank with a warmer tone. She stopped her approach with a respectful distance between them, the bristled look of her form no longer there, tension released from her muscles.
It seems like you’ve come a long way. the artist began, knowing a long way was certainly an understatement for the artic blooded beast. We’re a peaceful pack here, welcoming to those that want the same. It was not every day Mati met a newcomer, but she knew how important it was to explain to anyone venturing past their borders that feuds and ill-will would need to be left to the past. Are you looking for a home? The question was given as she looked at the similar hued eyes of the white wolf.
.Mati21a b {font-weight:bold; color:#8a567c; letter-spacing:1px; }
.Mati21aooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a567c; text-align:right;}
.Mati21a p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.Mati21a {margin:0 auto; width:334px; background-color:#fff5ff; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... ati013.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #feddf2; padding: 135px 0px 5px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11.5px; color:#b47d9c; text-align:justify; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:1.5px; line-height:13px; width:329px;}
</style>
[/html]
300+