Settled out in a quiet, peaceful clearing lie the expectant beta. Rowan, as she went by.
Laying still, the she wouldn't move until she was nudged but her brother, Mud, the Lead patrol wolf. Her entire family had been - and still was - high ranking in the pack, and she'd like it to stay that way. She was respected as beta, something that had never happened whilst a pup.
"Good evening, Brother," the she greeted, rolling onto her feet and brushing against her twin sibling. Her swollen belly would be clearly noticable, the male next to her smiling softly.
"It looks like its going to be quite a big litter, plus the young pup you and Warren adopted. You think you'll be able to handle it?" He questioned, sniffing his sisters belly before standing up straight. "I'll be fine, Mud," Rowan stated, returning his gentle smile, "With you and Warren as support, they'll be born and grown up in no time."
Chuckling, Mud nodded, quickly breaking into a gradual trot after his sister, who had started back towards camp. At least she knew why he had come out here in the first place - to escort her back. It made his job ten times easier when he had a cooperative sibling. Though, he sighed, shaking his head as he remembered that worry wart Warren had sent him out to fetch her.
"Warren is quite the worrisome wolf, isn't he," the she giggled, seeming to read her brothers facial expression.
"Yeah, he is, but for good reason, so I'm not surprised," the male responded, his pace seeming to pick up to keep up with his sisters steady yet speedy trotting. "How do you manage to walk so fast with that belly of yours, sis? I'm honestly shocked."
Laughing, the she-wolf glanced back at him. "I'm not the one to get held back, Brother. You and Warren know this all too well," she pointed out, seeming to finally disappear into the tree line, Mud soon following after her.
Echo watched as the overnight hunting patrol came in, each with prey swinging from their jaws. Echos twisted her head and gave herself a quick groom and jumped down from her low rock perch. "Alligator, Anilla, and myself are going on a hunting patrol," she called up towards the beta den where she knew at least Rowan would be. She ran, her paws falling into a famillar beat as she ran out of the camp, waiting for the others to follow her.
Miria had been with her old owner for only a month before she knew, something bad was going to happen. She had tried to take the old human and young ones to the meadow a couple of miles away from where they lived. The young human was crying and the smell of fear was in the air, Miria had bitten the old human. She didn't know why...
"I'm sorry!" She barked, but the human didn't care, they threw her out. She had thrown herself at the door but the old human came out and kicked her away. They didn't want her, and she wasn't gonna stick around and die!
I yawn, and blink open my bleary eyes, looking around in the designated space for pups and mothers. I notice that I' m alone I whimper getting up. It has been a few moons since I was adopted and I had abandonment issues, I pace around * m-momma?
Echo crouched low, opening her jaws. A rabbit nibbled on a fern in front of her. She dropped low and then, gathering the stregnth in her hind legs, pounced and snapped her jaws on the rabbits spine. It dropped. She picked it up and watched Alligator skillfully grab a bullfrog. She felt her heart do a little skip like she always did when she saw the handsome wolf. His odd patterned fur had always made her feel different.
What are you doing. She demanded herself. You are a hunter. THE lead hunter for stars sake. Stop mooning over a wolf. She shook her head and carried the rabbit back to camp.
Analia awoke in the hunting den. Her small form was curled up in the middle of her nest, with about two inches of extra space on the sides. Her soft, short brown fur was hit by a few rays of the morning light, and she slowly stood up.
Padding out of the den, Analia was once again reminded of how small she was. Even from some distance away, she could tell that she was far smaller than the others. Having hunted with the sun on her fur previous day, she had been able to enjoy a full night's rest.
Of course, that brother of mine is not awake. It must nearly be time for him to go on patrol.
Analia then turned to walk towards the patrol den.
Jaxxon opened his blue eyes, feeling a wolf's nose hitting the top of his head repeatedly.
"And who might you be- oh. Good morning, Analia. Bit early for a wake up call, don't you think?" he blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes.
His half sister looked up at him with a bemused expression. "You have patrol, Jaxxon," she stated bluntly, blinking back at him.
Of course I do. "Hmph, well, alright. Just... go do whatever, I'll be back soon," He dismissed Analia before getting up and letting the sun hit his coarse, gray fur.
Miria could smell her favorite scent. Fresh air and lavender, from the meadows where she could see the stars. Miria knew where she was headed, she was going to a wolf pack. A wolf pack she often spied on. It wasn't easy, but it was done once a month. She would roll around in mud let it dry, then roll around in the meadow until she smelt like lavender. Her heart beat pounded in her chest, she tried to match it's pace.
Hiding around the corner, Lark watched as humans walked past her alley, ignoring her prescence. Not that they knew she was there. They didn't realise any strays were there.
Benefits of being the only dog around this part, the merle thought to herself.
She kept watching the humans. They were always unpredictable and acted oddly, but this was a new sight for Lark. Half of the humans had already left. Her triangular ears pricked as more got into cars, leaving the dogs whose scents stained their clothing, and drove away. Suddenly, Lark felt lonelier than usual.
Poor pet dogs. They have nowhere to go, they don't even know how to survive in the wild- the wild? Lark snorted in amusement, one of the few noises she could make. This is hardly the wild; scavenging from bins, hiding from the humans. No, this is not the wild. The wild would be better than this.
A human was approaching her alley now. Lark crouched, pressing her underweight body to the wall. Good. She wasn't noticed. Somehow she didn't think the human would've cared if she'd been seen, not if they didn't have time for their own pet dogs.
Coco's owners were leaving. He'd been with them his entire life, and now they were just leaving him. Abandoning him.
"No!" he yelped. His girl patted him sadly, walking away to join the rest of his owners. The mother patted him, too, and it was only when they drove away that he realised something. She'd taken his collar off.
He was on his own.
But where could he go?
Edited at September 30, 2020 10:08 PM by Crimson Skies
"Don't crie dear, your mother is doing something right now" Lou's sightless eyes closed, because he didn't want to scare her. He easily found her, he licked her small ears and rapped himself around her to comfort her.
Edited at September 30, 2020 10:11 PM by Moony Night Howlers