Harry | M | Guard | SUP | Alha, Loki (Ind.)

A young doe limped, blood trail on the white coating on the ground. She was weak, seeming to be bleeding out. A large brown dog laid panting nearby, watching her with beady eyes. He stalked forwards, knowing that she wouldn't care if she saw him. Standing ears pinned back, his long coat dragging on the ground. A deep growl echoed in his throat before Harry bound at the doe. She hardly startled as the large 120 pound dog grabbed her back legs, dragging her backwards, shaking her pelvis out of socket. He then finished her off, the smell of infection wafting to his nose. The meat wouldn't be the best, but it worked. His coat, now matted from the wetness, was heavy on his frame. He panted from the heat that he felt, his coat was useless all the time, but especially in the summer. It seemed that he was hot no matter the season. With a solid motion, Harry began to pull the deer back towards the makeshift camp, wondering if he'd catch a glimpse of Loki wandering around. He'd snuck out of the camp quietly, wanting to try his luck at hunting by himself. An audience was the last thing he needed. This doe had been an easy catch, just a couple more hours and she'd died by herself. Blood dripped off his chin, it ran down his neck, making the black mask on his face sticky. Not too long later, Harry and the trail of blood came back into camp, his sides heaving from the heat he felt. No humans out here to help shed his coat. Trotting over to Alha, he stopped by her side, “What can I do to help?” Chocolate eyes alert, tail wagging lowly as he watched her give commands, waiting for his, the smell of information still stuck in his nose. “I'm not sure how well she'll taste, but it's better than nothing.” He said, referring to the doe.

Illusion | M | Lead Hunter | Eastern | Malicia and pups

Illusion sat in the back of the dark den, watching Xola and his mate interact without disturbing or getting in the way. Once the Medic left however, he came out of his hiding spot, bumping his head against Malica's and laying down next to her, blocking the pups from the entrance. Gently, he licked around her eyes and ears, his own eyes closed, ears back slightly in a docile way, tail wagging. The smell of milk filled the air as well as the squeals of the puppies. Gently, his head rested on her back, seeming to fall into a relaxed, almost sleep-like breathing pattern, his tail still wagging as he laid with his new family, listening to his mate's heartbeat. Nothing would ever top this feeling, ever. The love that surged through his veins. He would do everything and anything to keep his family safe, and that was something he would live up to. Honestly, he just couldn't wait until they were old enough to play with him. “How are you feeling?” He asked, rubbing his cheek on her coat. Making himself comfortable in her scent. He wanted to make sure that when he left the den, a part of her would come with him. Illusion zoned the sounds out from the outside, listening only to the sounds in the den, his pups, Malica, and of course, his own tail that was still wagging. He wondered to himself what was taking Xola so long, but at the same time, he was so grateful for the time alone to fuss over her. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Hot?” He pressed, nudging her with his cold nose, worry shining in his eyes. Even in this dim lights she looked perfect, and he swore she was the most beautiful wolf in the world. Giving her a love stare, a content sigh escaped his lungs before turning and licking one of the pups nearest to him. The squeals made him chuckle as he left him alone to sleep. Illusion laid his head back next to Malicia's watching her with gentle eyes.

Veracious

Female | 5 Years | Mexican/Red Wolf | The Eastern Mountain Pack | Hunter | M: (Dir) Hondo. (Ind) None.

As Hondo began to trot off, Veracious stood still for a moment, letting out a silent sigh before beginning to follow the male. She trotted swiftly over to him, and when she reached him, began matching his pace. She didn't know the territory at all, so just decided to follow right behind him. A scent of hare made her ears flick up straight, and she stopped for a moment, tempted to track the creature down. It smelled a bit... different than normal hares, so she decided it was best to continue following Hondo.

Hondo's voice snapped her attention back to the patrol. They were intended to be words of comfort it seems, but she knew he really didn't know how she felt. Veracious didn't say anything back, she just nodded at him in a way to thank him for trying to be comforting. She hated to admit it, but it did help, just a little bit. Maybe this pack wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe it would be a good change for once in many years.

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After some time of silently walking, they finally reached the territory's edge. That's when the two of them slowed into a walk. Veracious' ears perked up when she heard Hondo begin speaking again, and she turned her amber gaze towards him. "There isn't really much to know.." She replied, her ears lowering back down. Then, she noticed Hondo was sniffing the air, so she began to smell it too. She didn't smell anything interesting though. It just smelled like snow, and stale scents of other animals.

Veracious

Female | 5 Years | Mexican/Red Wolf | The Eastern Mountain Pack | Hunter | M: (Dir) Hondo. NPC snow leopard. (Ind) Storm.

A soft smile appeared of Hondo's face, and he turned his gaze to meet her eyes. Only Storm ever did that! "What do you want to know? There's not much I can think of to tell." She forced her gaze away from his as she said that, focusing on the path ahead. There was a rather large rock, but by the smells of it, that was outside of the border, and there might be a rival pack living there.

All the sudden, a scent wafted through the air. One that sent alarm bells to both Hondo and Veracious. Her fur stuck up on end. "Puma..?" It smelled like a puma.. just fluffier. She asked, scanning the area around to make sure it wasn't stalking them. The scent of blood was mingled in the scent, as if it had been injured recently. "Hondo, I smell blood. It could be hurt! Or it already killed someone..." She mumbled that last part, pinning her ears on the back of her head.

A deep rumbling sound echoed from the rock, and a large, white furred cat with black and gray spots emerged at the top of the rock, stained with blood. "That's not a puma-!" She yelped, fear clear in her voice for the first time in a while. It felt like her throat would close at any second now, the longer she looked at it.