01-31-2011, 12:27 AM
Quote:OoC: Rew is only at the very edge of the border at the base of the Phosphagos Hills. I have dubbed the day January 26th, at seven in the morning. If anyone objects to this post being here, please feel free to have it deleted. I just wanted to have Rew have a run in with one of the darker packs....
Too close.
Her hackles rose in the dim light of the winter morning. Sweeping down from the mountains and to the seashore, the waves smashing at the sand and rock, the scent of many burned her nose. Packlands, no doubt, just a small ways up the hills. Her journey from one end of the Quartz to the other had brought her to claimed territory. The urge to growl was great, and she could already feel a tickle in her throat.
She skulked along the edge of the packlands, amber eyes wary. Turn back! Turn back NOW! her mind screamed, and Rewdeynetya would do so. However, her worry was that, with her scent planted on the border of the pack's claim, someone would follow her. She could smell the scent of recent passings-through, and something in her gut told her there were patrols. Rewdeynetya had been cocky, not listening to the wind, not relying on experience. She simply had had to see the other end of the shore, and know what might lie there. That way, she could not be caught unaware of something...but was the risk worth it?
Nobody in the New World probably knew her name. Most Luperci immigrants were of European stock, as the northern wolves were the fastest to master Man's left-behinds. Still, that deep, ever-present paranoia within her told her to run. Run, hide, and hope to whatever deities existed that no one took offence. Slowly, the jackal-wolf backed up, crouched awkwardly down in Optime in a slinking, stealthy position. She resembled very much a canine on the prowl, and hopefully, no one would take it as her trying to spy on something.