The Way of Fang and Claw

Palaydrian Soul · 06-19-2012, 11:41 AM

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WC:: 5+ OOC:: Haha aww and no worries!

Augustus reminded Drin of her old pack. Everything about him, his rigid stance, his piercing eyes, even the way he smelled, it just screamed tradition. It created knots of anxiousness in the yearlings’ stomach, making her think of her old pack and the limitations forced upon her family, but the large male was a pack brother now, she needed to get this through her head if they were to work together. She didn’t know where he stood on Luperci blood, but her Alphas were accepting of the virus and carried it themselves, if he had qualms with it, it was something he’d have to keep to himself. This little bit of knowledge made her feel a little bit better, as she knew something she couldn’t even control was not discriminated against within New Dawn.

Her bicolored eyes remained focused on her large timber wolf paws, waiting with baited breath for the outranking wolf’s answer to her suggestion. She hadn’t meant to overstep her boundaries, and she would acquiesce and understand if her saddled brother did not accept her offer at this time. He might still be fuming...but even worse, he could tell Zalen of their newest recruit and maybe persuade the dark alpha to chase her off. Drin’s worries were getting ahead of themselves, and she was aware of this, but it was too easy to flutter in the agony of the unknown, but then Augustus surprised her and responded.

His tone was soothing to her ears, much different from what it had been mere seconds ago, but the lady kept her submissive stance and averted eyes just in case as she listened to his reply. Moose, she thought to herself. Occasionally her old pack would bring down one of these forest behemoths and the pack would eat for days. Her mouth watered at the thought, though her family usually received the dregs, unless her high ranking father was able to pull off the choosier parts for them. She had never hunted a moose, but she had trailed the hunting parties that did and it seemed like a lot of practiced coordination, speed, and strength to fall one.

She’d always been fascinated with the inner workings of her old pack’s killing squad, but if her memory served her right, usually a moose could be taken with 4 no less than 3 able bodied wolves. Her eyes shifted between Augustus’s large paws and her own. Had she bitten off more than she could chew? Or could they actually do it themselves? Finding the tracks would be an easy task. She knew the cloven hoofed markings well and the soil beneath her own paws was still moist, it sounded as if Augustus had already seen them, there was no way she could let this opportunity go without trying. I have to give it a shot, she convinced herself and responded with a nod. Lead the way, she said, eyes not quite making contact, but offering a small smile as her head lifted.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

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