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"German",,"English"


Verloren



The early morning sun’s rays cast down through the forest’s canopy to illuminate the lithe figure of a young lupine. She moved in a weakened gait, falling to her knees every few steps but never fully collapsing. It was clear she was running on the fumes of determination and survival instinct as she followed after the inviting scent of a pack. By what name, she didn’t know for she was new to these lands, having voyaged across the seas from Germany. She had traveled with a dear friend who unfortunately died before reaching the port, thus leaving her to wander alone. He had taken her to this Canadian land in hopes she’d find solace from her rough, yet short past, however she found nothing but more hardship. It was only by luck the four month old survived as long as she did. But, luck continued to be on her side as she was now hot on the trail of a prospective pack, her weary body emanating in the high hope she’d find a new home.



As she neared the ends of the forest a thick scent stopped her, a territory border lied only a few yards ahead. She let out a relieved sigh, but as she looked around a somber whimper took its place. There, towering before her was a high cliff range. Dismayed and too exhausted to venture further along the territory border she collapsed, throwing her paws over her head with a frustrated growl. How would anybody find her over them? But, she’d come too far to give up now, and she’d be damned if she didn’t at least try something. Throwing her head back she cried out in a loud, puppy toned howl. Calling, begging, hoping for somebody to find her. Although, she feared the ever blowing wind would keep her plea from any listening ears.

“Please…” she whimpered before laying (falling) back down. Not long after she indubitably fell asleep, her earthen colored pelt blending her in with the surroundings as she lie still.


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OOC here!


The early morning sun crept through his window and the Delta male shuddered. He should have been used to Siku's small body curled against his in the morning, despite almost never falling asleep with her there. The year-olds didnt understand the magnetic pull that meant he woke each morning with at least one arm thrown over his best friend, his muzzle stuck in the crook between her neck and shoulder. They didnt understand it and they didnt enitrely want to know what was going on. But his muscled body stretched easily and quietly beside her. She stirred but didnt wake as per usual and Saul grinned softly. Covering her with the blankets he moved down to the only other level in the cabin. He stuck his head around Wretch's door to make sure the little female was okay and sleeping. When he was sure the females of his household were okay he moved out the back door to bathe in the stream. Shifting easily down to his lupus form, which he preferred to use when his morning run was concerned. Dripping wet and fresh eyed, Saul Stormbringer moved south towards the forest.


The burn was much harder to come by now. Since his arrival over six months ago, Saul had started each and every day with an envigorating run around Dahlia. Today was no different. He headed out towards the forest he'd hunted with Alae, remembering their team work with a small smile. He almost missed the howl as a fierce wind picked up. But he was more alert than that, cinnamon backed ears flashing forward to catch the vibrations in the air immediately. And the howl was no where near that of a fully grown adult. His large form came out on top of the cliff, wind whipping his fur close to his body. Green eyes searched the forest below him, the trees making it impossible to find the pup responsible.


Once he'd reached the forest floor however, it was much easier to locate her. Thrown upon the ground, starving, thin and clearly exhausted. He stopped, thinking about shifting into his optime form to pick her up. But she was just a little thing and he didnt want to scare her. He stopped and sat just a few feet away from her. "Wake up, little one. You're safe."


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"German",,"English"


Verloren



A voice stirred the young pup, though like any child she kept her eyes firmly shut trying to sleep for just that much longer. However, when reality slipped back into her weary mind she hesitantly opened an eye to see if it there really was somebody nearby, or if exhaustion was merely playing tricks on her mind. She was overjoyed to find it was the latter. Her tail beat the ground softly both in the enthusiasm and to alert the stranger she knew of his presence. A moment later she sat back up, feeling somewhat revived. Her tail continued to wag, though she kept her head low and ears hung back as she expressed submission towards the pack wolf. Her shyness and caution was without a leg as instinct powered her to seek acceptance. But, since there was a language barrier she couldn’t outright ask, knowing he’d likely stare at her dumbfounded. Although, she had learned various English words on the boat and understood some of what the other lupine had said. “Safe,” she quietly repeated, her German accent heavy. Pondering for a moment she then attempted to further indicate her intentions and asked, “Pack?”



Her tail wagged again with the word and she found it increasingly difficult to keep a submissive stance, unable to contain the eagerness and relief she found in the stranger’s presence. If she could she’d bombard him in puppy antics until she melted into a pile of happy goo. But, she had to restrain knowing even a pup crossing territory borders could be considered offensive. Border lining complete exhaustion and starvation also helped keep her set. It was only by sheer emotional will that she was able to sit up thus far. It was melodramatic, yet true, to think how this one wolf or his superior’s decision dictated her fate. Although, such a thought wasn’t currently present in the pup’s mind, as she cheerfully looked at light-pelted wolf.


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hello there and welcome to 'souls! apologies for the wait, exams are killing me! if you have any questions, please dont hesitate to PM myself or Kris (Nayru) and we'll be able to help you!


His voice was both soft and gentle, easy enough to tell anyone that he was friend rather than foe. This was evident in the fact that despite the little females ears twitching firmly forward, an indication that she had heard him, her eyes remained tightly shut. Saul allowed a small smile to grace his lips, but the little pup must know that this was no time for childish games. Not only was she severely weak, but she had no idea whether the pack she had stumbled upon was good. Of course, there was no doubt that Dahlia was good, but how could the little female know this. He was tempted to reach out and shake her when she opened amber eyes, still groggy from sleep, starvation and travel. She looked confused and lost and Saul's heart went out to her. She spoke then and Saul allowed ears to flashed back against his head. Despite speaking english, her words were heavily accented in a language he had no idea about. This migth be difficult.


"My name is Saul, little one. I'm here to help. What is your name?"


He asked, making sure he was clear in his vocals. There was nothing worse than a language barrier, and especially in one so young. Of course, the young ones learned quicker than most. Saul thought of Iliya, another pup that appeared to have language difficulties. Perhaps Saul could teach them together. Pushing the thought away for the moment, he look a deep breath. She smelled of sea and illness, death furrowed in her coat. She had been on a boat recently. He wondered how she had missed AniWaya and Cercatori if she'd come from the tip of the island. Still, it was not his job to wonder- he was sure he would find out soon enough. Tail thumping softly on the ground, he reach forward to sniff her properly.


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"German",,"English"
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Verloren



Golden eyes watched the older lupine carefully and she quieted down when he spoke again. His voice was friendly and soft, it had been from the start and it gave her a sense of security. On any other day, though, she might have been just a bit wary, for even the friendliest voice can belong to the most wicked. But, at the moment she was more focused on interpreting what he said rather than how he said it. She caught little bits and pieces of words and vowels and soon formed a rough understanding in her mind. He was giving his name and asking for hers.



“Verloren,” she replied, her name flowing off her tongue much smoother.



Her tail suddenly quickened in its beat as he leaned forward and sniffed her. Taking the opportunity she scooted forward with a happy whimper and sniffed the air around him. Carefully, she then put her paws up on his muzzle and eagerly sniffed his soft fur. Balancing further up on her hind she craned her head to sniff nearly every inch of his head. There was no doubt he was from a pack, but that wasn’t the scent she was sniffing for. She was more interested in the scents around his jowls than anything else. Another soft whimper escaped her throat as her mind momentarily switched to food.



However, she quickly sat back, unsure if she might have been overstepping her boundaries. Tail tucking against her haunches she looked up at him from under her brow.


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hello there and welcome to 'souls! apologies for the wait, exams are killing me! if you have any questions, please dont hesitate to PM myself or Kris (Nayru) and we'll be able to help you!


He could see confusion in the little girls golden eyes at first, but he could also see an intelligent brain trying to figure out what was being said. He waited, tail thumping the ground softly. She was a cute pup and he was sure she would turn into a beautiful female. She just needed a chance to live, to grow. And Dahlia could give her that. They would work past the language barrier, teach her english. Saul would do it- he liked pups. They just needed to establish some trust between them. Of course, when she answered with her name, still heavily accented, Saul allowed a grin to stretch his lips wide. She was intelligent enough to work out what he'd said and given a response in English. He nodded softly, pushing his head forward once more.


"Verloren... Its nice to meet you."


He murmered softly before he froze. She had taken his sniff at her fur, bounding towards him. He didnt have timed to respond as delicate puppy paws gripped his face. Her snuffling nose searched over his face, all around his ears and eyes. She was awefully cute. Of course, Saul didnt miss the pause towards his mouth. He'd eaten a rabbit recently and he was sure the little female could smell the blood still on his breath. She was hungry. She must be starving. At that moment, as he was about to ask her, her gold eyes widened and she backed off. He smiled softly, paw reaching over to rest delicately on her head.


"Are you hungry, little one?"


He asked softly, tail wagging softly behind him once more. He would be able to hunt for her soon, he just needed to know that she needed a home. The predawn sun had broken through the trees now, weak and pale. But it was there none the less and he would be able to hunt for the pup soon enough.


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Verloren



Her brow wrinkled slightly as he repeated her name, still a bit unused to the different accent of the English. Thinking for a moment she then (if a bit roughly) translated, “It means lost.” She then thought back to what Panzer—her deceased friend—had taught her. He’d been more fluent in English and during their voyage had taught her a few phrases, especially about her name.



“You can just call me Lost,” she repeated the phrase, this time the words coming out much smoother, although still lingering with a bit of her German accent.





After having sat back her little ears perked when he placed his paw atop her head, showing he hadn’t taken any offense to her sniffing. Her tail resumed its wagging at this and an innocent smile creased her lips. It was the first time she had grinned in a long while and it felt reviving. She scooted forward a bit, keeping her head balanced beneath his soft placed paw. Comparatively, her paws were the same size if not a tad bigger than his due to her large breed, though still too big for her young body. It was clear she’d grow to be a rather large, yet equally feminine built lupine.



Her grin soon widened when he spoke again, easily picking out one word she had learned well. She eagerly stood up, slipping his paw from her head, and danced around in front of him. Along with her enthusiastic twirling and bouncing she yipped and whimpered as she expressed her answer, a clear ‘yes!’ In fact in her little vocalizations a repeated, “Ja, ja, ja!” could be heard. Which, as they echoed beneath the yips and whimpers, sounded much like “Yeah, yeah, yeah!”


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The little puppy seemed to concentrate for the moment, her brow wrinkling and a look of intense frustration. He imagined it would be harder for her to translate what he was saying, and then translate her own thoughts into something intelligable. However, he did know that it was much easier to learn things as a child and Verloren would be just fine as long as he had regular interaction with the pack members. All of them spoke english, aside from a few of the newer members like Iliya who he had found out spoke Russian. But he was doing well in learning to speak english and Verloren would do well too. She spoke then, her voice once again accented. "Lost? Interesting." He commented before she spoke up again. He could call her lost? That was absurd. She had a name, her name was Verloren. "I think I'll stick with Verloren, little one." He said with a smile. She was very cute.

A carefully placed paw on her head was met with a grin and Saul smiled back at her. She was certainly very charismatic and this would serve her well in Dahlia. She shuffled forward as he went to pull his paw away, keeping the slight pressure on her head. He leaned down, black nose nuzzling into her neck as he gave her the first taste of the Dahlia scent. She would soon be coated in the collective scent that clung to all their bodies, the perfume of the flowers and the forest and the sea. They were such a mixture that it was hard to put voice to what the scent of Dahlia was. However, the little pups yaps made his laugh- he had his answer.

"Then perhaps we should go and find some food eh, little one?"

He didnt need her confirmation again and he moved to stand. She was sure to follow. The day was still very young and the male planned on taking the little pup around Dahlia to get used to the territory and to see if he could find Iliya. He was sure those two would get on well.

-exit saul and verloren-


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