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He's trailing le borders, currently heading north. Late evening/midnight.

On occasion, the man of gilded gold and sunset orbs disappeared into lengthy shadows and away from the ground that eventually (and finally) was turning sacred to his heart. It was unknown how much of his increasing affection was due to the silvery bird he had caught and kept, but he knew better than to muse. All in all, it would be judged a positive change. His home was a place of darkness, and he and his dirty closet belonged here. Perhaps Haku deserved some credit too, for he was a soft whisper in Itachi’s ear no more. Perhaps it was the illness developing its cruel form. Or, perhaps the blonde was truly cursed.

His initial intentions had been innocent enough when he started out, but the merest scent on the wind had changed everything. The hybrid quickly realized that he had ventured closer a pack’s claimed lands than he had realized at first. His crime had been following the river northeast. Evening had wrapped most of the lands in thickening darkness. Itachi knew the night well, and was gifted with seeing eyes, despite the absence of the burning sun. Child of darkness, as his parents and their parents again. Poor Eclipse was likely the only good apple left of the Soul family. Did it make her lonely?

Trailing the borders, the man was for once in his lupus form (it was more efficient for fast travel), and his slender snout trailed the ground as he investigated the scent of the leadership he had never met, as well as other members and other canines coming and going. It was a shame he had not sent his crows out to gather information. Perhaps a trip over to Salvia’s tomorrow would bear fruits. His devotion to Sirius had been true and simple, but Salvia was of a different breed. He didn’t think there would ever be much warmth between the two of them, but it didn’t change his loyalty to the pack. As long as she was efficient and effective, he’d follow her.

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The arctic female was beginning to feel like a failure as a mother. Not only had she allowed her son to be taken from her, but when the opportunity arose to take him back, she let him slip through her jaws. Kohaku, her son, her darling little pup had become some twisted wolf at Amy's hands. His bright and innocent smile was replaced by the golden dog's sickly sweet grin. Kohaku's gentle manners were all but forgotten and Kiara couldn't take it. It was clear by the scar on his shoulder that Amy had done atrocious things to the pup, but the way she had contorted his mind was unforgivable. Yet, Kiara had been unable to take her boy away, and the young mother was cursing herself for it.

Once again, Kiara had gotten into the habit of traveling along the boarders. Although Tharin was mostly healed, if not completely, the arctic female couldn't help but run around in giant circles around the pack lands. Kiara's restless mind wouldn't allow her to rest, so she ran. Like a white lighting bolt, the arctic female easily transversed meters if not miles until she was tired and panting. Still, she did not stop. Although her gait slowed to an easy lope, Kiara refused to rest. She had to train her body and keep herself fit, because Kiara refused to let another opportunity go to waste. It was because of her weakness that Kohaku was still with Amy, and Kiara would not rest until he was safe in New Dawn.

The wind was not in Kiara's favor and she didn't notice the golden wolf until he was within spotting distance. The arctic female froze, her ears alert and tail high as her sapphire eyes watched the male carefully. He was clearly a hybrid, but there was a strong presence of wolf in his blood. Although he remained on the neutral side of the boarder, Kiara couldn't help but feel nervous. If he was a joiner, than he would have called for a pack member. Raising her muzzle slightly, Kiara tried to see if she could catch his scent. When that failed, the young mother change her approach. She gave a friendly, but cautious smile and moved closer to the other. "Hello. Do you have any business with New Dawn?"

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A fresher scent eventually arrived to mingle with cold and fading trails of the multitude of canines that had passed through the area. Gilded ears on top of his golden head twisted slightly in pursuit of the approach that no doubt was to sound -- and that soon. It was natural for the pack to step up and defend their borders when a stranger canine lurked so close to their claim. The male expected nothing less from these neighbour packs, be it day or night. Someone was always awake. And tonight, it was a pale, ghostly lady with eyes coloured indigo ice. Unique and lovely; a pristine breath from the abandoned tundra.

Every individual he encountered seemed so eager to smile at him, as if he was a friend. It was merely the norm, but just as much a norm he could not adapt to. He stopped in his tracks, calm and comfortable in his own skin. His face turned to her, and bleeding sunset eyes investigated her face, though he knew better than to seek eye contact. Intrigued ears swivelled to lean back against the soft sea of gold along his neck. He knew displaying common manners was likely to get him somewhere.

She asked if he had any business with her pack. Initially, no, between the start of his trek and now, the answer had changed. ”Hello,” the male’s quiet voice returned. His pale tail flickered in between his hind legs, though he did in no way cower before her. ”I trust I am not trespassing?” His question was light and good-natured. He knew well that he was within his rights as long as he didn’t cross the invisible line. They could dislike it all they wanted, but he wasn’t in the wrong here. But, he wasn’t here to cause trouble or anger. That job belonged to someone else, not today.

”Suddenly, I found myself by your pack’s borders. I have not been in these parts of the lands after your pack’s foundation, so I’m tracking the borders to ensure I will not make a mistake to venture too close to this area in the future.” Speaking such words, he implied that his intentions were harmless. It was up to her to decide if this idea of his was unacceptable.

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The arctic female relaxed a little as the stranger easily submitted to her. She wasn't a naturally dominant wolf and she knew that coyotes and coywolves didn't always show proper submission. Although it felt a little weird for her to take the dominant role, it was necessary. Kiara was a member of the pack on who's borders they stood. Even if she wasn't inclined to chase the other off, she couldn't just let him walk all over her. Even so, old habits die hard. Her tail dropped into an easy wag, although she somehow managed to keep her head held high and ears forward.


A quiet 'hello' was returned to her, along with a question of trespassing. "So far, you have not. Although you are dangerously close to our boarders." Kiara's interest piqued as the golden wolf spoke of his curious intentions. She cocked her head, trying to figure out whether or not that was even allowed. it didn't sound bad, and his voice implied good intentions. Kiara straightened and began to speak again, but the wind shifted directions and brought the stranger's scent towards her. Salsola.


Sapphire eyes widened as she took in his scent. He was a member of the dark pack, one that despised her very existence. A pack that would kill her daughter if given the chance. Lucia was in danger. As if a switch had been flicked, the motherly female turned to aggression. Her black lips pulled back to reveal a sharp row of ivory teeth coupled with four knife-like fangs. White ears pressed into her skull, as her tail and heckles rose in defiance. Kiara stepped forward and issued a warning growl. "Leave Salsolan, you are not wanted here."

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It was her duty to be suspicious and careful, yet she smiled and spoke civil tones. Itachi much preferred courteousness, and was developing a decent first impression of New Dawn.

Salsola as a group always had some specific feel for the other packs in the area, but Itachi did not mainstream. He was an individual, and though of this pack, he didn’t represent it in all manners. Some would disagree with such a philosophy though. As her pleasantness exploded into white toothed defiance, he realized that he had been judged regardless of character. Her change was instant, while he didn’t at all. In the eye of the storm, he was the calm.

Disconnected as he too often had found himself to be, he knew not of his crime. Ears leaned against soft spun cold, and half lidded eyes of purple and red wandered down to her pale front paws. ”Did I do something to offend?” quiet tones wondered, as he politely took a step in the opposite direction of the scented borders, showing her his good grace.

This seemed all very unfortunate, for the encounter had seemed so promising a mere moment ago. He hadn’t been aware of the fact that he was a fiend in her eyes until her words rumbled. In most cases, becoming an antagonist required committing a crime, and Itachi honestly couldn’t recall any recent ill deeds he was guilty of.

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Augustus

Late, Gus is late >.<

Lifeless was the creature that hung from the behemoth's jaws. Blood stained his peppered white face. It was rare that he found the time to hunt these days, and his prey was meager. He'd happened upon this one by chance, frightening it out of its hole. It had been over so swiftly after that as yellow eyes quickly darted after the sudden movement, and four paws carried him over the ground in a lengthy leap. Jaws snapped, bones broke, and the essence of life quickly dimmed in its eyes. He'd been in the middle of a patrol and now stood conflicted on whether to feast on his prize or resume his duties. It wasn't long ,as he trotted along that invisible line, that the decision had been made for him.


Voices caused his charcoal lined ears to shift, erect on his skull. He took in their scents, two canines male and female. One he knew immediately, Kiara. His brows furrowed. That wasn't a good sign. The other scent was foreign to him, there was nothing familiar about it-- this boded ill. With a feral growl he tore into the ground, digging fervishly a pit to bequeath his treasure. Hastily he covered up the hare with the dirt he'd worked loose and he was running. Like shadows on the frigid tundra his pelt was his greatest disadvantage in the warm months, but winter was coming- his season.


The steady rhythmic beating of his paws on the ground carried him swiftly until the white of Kiara's pelt guided him like a beacon. He pressed himself harder, ears thrown forward with sound of her snarl. He didn't stop until he was at her side, ears erect and tail straight from his spine. He stood immediately next to the woman, his side brushing against hers in reassurance. The tension in her body soon seeped into his, causing his pelt to bristle and his body to become stiff. He glared at the golden male with a scrutinizing yellow gaze, muzzle wrinkled just enough to show his displeasure. "Who is this, sister?" asked the behemoth in his low, rough tones, never letting his eyes stray from the stranger's face. "and why is he here." His words were left for Kiara to answer, he could care less for the claims of an outsider. It was his sister he would trust.

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Sorry Kiara is being nasty.

Kiara was a naturally submissive and motherly wolf. She found it easier to please others than to fight and knew that she was useless in a battle. Yet, the young mother always found herself making the same mistake. When it came to her pups, Kiara would take on the whole world and fight the gods themselves if she thought it would keep Lucia safe. Facing a single canine from Salsola was nothing in comparison.


Despite the snowy female's sudden flare of aggression, the golden wolf refused to leave. Instead, he submitted further to her, eyes wandering to her paws and ears pressed firmly against his skull. Kiara let loose another warning growl, vicious and unyielding. It was clear that she would not bend on this point. The male would have to leave the boarders, or face her wrath. Kiara would not permit a Salsolan so close to Lucia. Neutral territories or not, she would see the Salsolan gone. "I already told you, your pack isn't welcome here. Now go before I make you." One step was not good enough, one step was not far enough. His pack hated non-shifters, Lucia was in danger.


The arctic mother was about to lunge at the stranger, ready to drive him off with teeth and claws. However, her advancement was stopped when the silver Epsilon came into view. Fresh blood stained his muzzle and it was clear that he had pushed himself hard to get to their location. Augustus stood by Kiara's side, his own body dominant and tense as he question Kaira on the situation. Sapphire eyes flashed with anger, eyeing the golden male as she spoke. "He's a Salsolan." Kiara felt as if that was enough explanation, especially considering that Augustus was also an unshifted wolf.


Stepping forward, the angry mother let loose another growl. She snapped at the air, fangs flashing as she made it clear that she would not tolerate the golden coywolf's presence any longer.


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Itachi exiting/increasing his distance.

It seemed he would have to settle with not knowing the reasons for the woman’s change of mood. Her words would be biting, had he been receiving to vocal insult. It would seem this was all about affiliations. Itachi knew this wasn’t fair to him, but he didn’t particularly care too much about a stranger’s feelings, no matter her reasoning. The crime was not his but another’s, so he would settle with the merry fact that this would not be his doing. Perhaps later musings would eventually turn this incident intriguing enough for him to pursue the truth in the matter. There was little interest now though, with the woman’s peculiarly short temper flashing hot despite the fact that her threats had only arrived seconds ago. How impolite, the man thought.

The appearance of another didn’t strengthen the Confidant’s position at all, but he wasn’t capable of becoming nervous at his own standing. He was flawed, and perhaps they’d see it as something else than what it was. Before them, he knew he could easily come off as uncharacteristically cold and emotionless, but it was a mere state he could not escape. Few would consider this his handicap, but it wasn’t always advantageous to appear indifferent to the world and moody scenes such as the one he was currently trapped in.

Crimson eyes did not flicker to the male – there was no reason to size him up in case the face of undeserved consequence, for the hybrid wasn’t an aggressor and wasn’t about to turn into one even if they’d want him to. But it was natural for pack wolves to gather up to face a possible opponent, especially when a member displayed such vivid aggressive behaviour that left no doubt of the scene's mood. But no, the Lykoi's uniquely shaded eyes stayed with the form of the female, though the male’s presence was invincibly noted, there beside his sister. So the two were siblings? Always good to know, he supposed. All information was treated as useful until something different was proven. None of them knew if future would bring them together once again.

The woman left no time before turning unnecessary bold (or even more so, for Itachi was an innocent), and the pale golden Lykoi hybrid fully flattened his ears and turned his face away from her, openly disengaging from the duo. His body turned accordingly, and paws began to pace once again as he had before she had come and interrupted him with her presence. This time his path turned out to be more diagonal than originally as he showed them that he had the grace that they lacked when it came to civility. He meant no trouble whatsoever, and could certainly improve the distance between himself and their borders, at least until they were out of sight. His intention was still to follow their border, but he could do so at a greater distance. If this was a problem, then they would quickly make much trouble for themselves in the future. Itachi was definitely up for leaving the pack completely alone, but he couldn’t do that if he didn’t know where their borders lay. And if they couldn't handle it and attacked strangers even at some distance from their borders, then more than one pack was likely to turn on them as result.

In any case, he had confirmed his suspicions. All was well.

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Augustus

He was on edge, reacting to the tension in his pack-sister's body. His yellow eyes roamed freely about the golden male who'd upset Kiara to such a great degree, coming to a rest on his sinister sunset eyes. A lip curled to see so unsettling a countenance. He was unaware of any others that bore a similar eye color. To him it was unnatural. He found it did nothing to encourage him to trust his intentions. And even though Itachi's posture was submissive, the male was not pleased. He was far too close to New Dawn, and for that he was at the Epsilon's mercy. And Augustus was not a merciful wolf. Charcoal lined ears twitched to Kiara's distressed tones, and he rose his hackles to hear the word she loosed with a growl. Salsola? It sent a chill down his spine, and he brushed past her with his tail high- perhaps a little too much so for his warrior rank. The scars on his visage contorted cruelly as he snarled soundlessly, "You heard her..." his voice was low, deadly, and his posture was openly challenging. Now was not the time for this.


He watched as Itachi paced, backing away, head turned away from them, his ears flat. But It wasn't enough. He wanted full, humiliating submission, it was either that, or he turn immeditaely and run. New Dawn was in crisis, Kiara's overzealous reactions were a testament to that. Itachi would have faced no greater courtesy from any of Augustus's other pack brother's and sisters. They were driven by an instinctive urge to protect home and family, and it did nothing to endear one to the other. Deserved or no, their manner would not change. He needed to leave...now.

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Kiara didn't care about how fare she was being to the stranger or if her actions were rude. No matter how nice he seemed or acted, so long as he was part of Salsola he was her enemy. Salsola as a whole was a threat to herself and her puppies. Heck, she was probably an abomination in his eyes. As a uninfected wolf and one immune to the luperci virus, Kiara could be seen as the embodiment of what Salsola stood against. Thus, for the sake of her puppies, she would stand against the golden male and drive him away from the boarders.


It seemed as if August was of the same mind as her. His heckles rose at the packs name and he brushed past her to confront the stranger. With both aggressing wolves before him, the golden male turned away from them and disengaged from the threat they possessed. Sapphire eyes watched with heated anger as he walked farther and farther away. Just to make sure, Kiara followed along the boarders, her heckles and tail still raised as she watched him drift farther and farther away. He was still following the boarders, but at a distance that Kiara could accept.


When the young mother was confident that there would be no intrusion by the golden male, she turned away and headed straight for where she last saw Lucia. Kiara didn't know why, but she just needed to check on her puppy and make sure that all was well.

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