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Varsha bobbed her cranium at the approaching mother, muttering a mere, ''He's alright,'' before withdrawing away from the swarm of canines. Chasing a calmer location to rest and reflect. Her trot was graceful and unshakable as her thoughts were concentrated on her packmates and the recent duties Varsha had pinnacled. It was pleasing to know how prosperous Varsha had been, over the past month, finishing duties as told and with utter fluid and aptitude. But amidst her trot, her stomach rumbled at the whiff of fresh meat hovering from the cave on her left. The cave was a tranquil hole, drowned in the mouthwatering odor of doe, hare, and elk. And the surrounding groves provided an ample silhouette of cover to obscure her from the rain, whilst the nippy breeze crinkled through the leaves, delivering a benign sound in her audits. However, her leisure was soon unsettled by the vague fragrance of a brute somewhere deep in the woodland. It was a peculiar aroma, foreign to her, but it carried a trace of threat. Her intuitions told her to investigate, but the urge Varsha resisted and remained near the cave, avoiding her fur to get matted by the downpour. |
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Ahrin was almost in the pack's territory when he found some familiar-looking herbs, so he decided to bring them to his brother.
After doing so he walked around the camp randomly until he saw a little dark grey pup. The little one was jumping on a brown-reddish pup and they seemed to be fighting. While he was still looking at them a brown-grey female wolf came out of the den where the puppies were supposed to be. She noticed Ahrin and gave him a small nod, then she brought the puppies into the den. She was the grey pup's mother and Ahrin brother's mate. Ahrin was surprised that his brother already had a family, even though he already knew. |
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And once Varsha had enough stalling in the cave, her figure moved briskly. But meandering on the edges of the coppices of the woodland, her slits fixated on a sole wolfling sitting on the edge of the woodland, gawking intently into the groves. "Hello there," the damsel said, approaching the wolfling. "What are you doing out here...all unattended?" The wolfling diverted to face her, his shining slits widening with surprise. "Oh, hello!" he yipped. "I'm just looking at the grove. I've never been this far before." Varsha grinned warmly. "Well, how about we explore it together? It's always better to have a friend when you're exploring unknown places." The wolflings tassel began to waggle excitedly, and he eagerly agreed. Together, they bounded into the woodland, their mitts thumping against the soft earth as they chased each other through the timbers. As they sauntered more in-depth into the woodland, Varsha couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty and excitement. The fragrances of the woods swole her nostrils - the tangy aroma of pine needles, the musty odor of moist earth, and the saccharine fragrance of wildflowers. The wolfling's coltish antics were infectious, and the Varsha found herself chuckling and waggling her tassel along with him. However, she bode expectantly, scrutinizing the timbers for any signs of peril. As they continued to scour, Varsha's body language became more conservative, her audits tipped and her slits vigilant. The wolfling noticed her change in demeanor and instantly understood that something was amiss. "What's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. Varsha hesitated for a moment before replying. "There's an unfamiliar odor near us. We need to be prudent." The wolfling's expression shifted from excitement to apprehension, and he looked up at the damsel with wide slits. "Will we be okay?" Varsha nodded reassuringly. "We'll be fine as long as we stick together and stay vigilant." |
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Ahrin was bored. He had nothing to do, so he decided to went hunting, the rain was almost gone anyway. He started to run in the forest, searching for a scent. Until he found a familiar scent: there were probably two wolves not too distant, and one was clearly from another pack. The other's scent was quite unknown, like someone who do be from a pack but is mostly in the wild. He approached slowly, trying to understand why there were unknown wolves so near the pack's territory. |
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''Stay close, don't lose me,'' the damsel uttered, figure slinking back to the campground in prudent strides. She was discreet of this undefined trace of peril and did not want to risk it and withdrew even if it was a familiar odor, Varsha did not want to put the wolfling into the line of hazard, no matter what it was. ''I'm scared,'' the wolfling whined, scurrying after Varsha's extensive strides. It was a little apprehensive for Varsha, but the damsel possessed a firm exterior and tarried serene. ''There is nothing to fear of,'' the damsel crooned. |
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Ahrin slowly aproached the wolves.
"Who are you and what are you doing so near my pack's territory?" he growled, looking aggressive. |
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Varsha jolted and turned to face the exact brute her irises had settled on last time, but now, his behavior seeped belligerence and her fur bristled whilst the wolfling hid behind her hint limb. ''A misunderstanding, we were just passing by,'' the damsel said, her voice hearable and assertive but her figure stood submissive and her audits were flattened against her head. ''We are harmless,'' |
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"Hmmm..." Ahrin said. He recognized her, but he didn't want to show it. "Harm or not, I want to know what are you both doing here. I know this is unclaimed territory, but it's really near my pack's territory and this is suspicious" he said sitting. |
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Varsha sneered but maintained her temper and bode submissive, for the sake of the wolfling behind her. ''I was showing the wolfling the magnificence of the woodland,'' Her voice was low and mild, but her irises were glazed with worry. ''I didn't realize your pack's territory was so close,'' and with that, Varsha took a mere step back, flickering her tassel gently and holding intense eye contact with the opposing brute. |
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"Ok..." Ahrin said "I suppose I'll believe you. Well, I'm a hunter and I'm quite an expert of this part of the territory. I could help you two here" he said grinning. |
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Spring Month: 1 
Night Weather: 
Fog Moon: 
