Amor :: 6 :: Band :: M- Sierra, Sylphrena, Czar, Cairo

"They dont know our location. I never told him that." Sierra said. "And don't call me stupid unless you want your throat ripped out." She snarled in Amor's face.

"And also Amor is right, it would be stupid of us to run out in the middle of lets say eleven wolves and think we'll win." She clawed the ground.

"We would get crushed. But I have an idea. We should do it one by one and take a couple down, maybe take the pups. After that in a couple of days push the loose rocks and was talking about before, onto their camp. Then we could attack maybe."

Sierra layed down and flicked a fly off her ear. She looked at Czar. "Maybe that would work?"

Char—3--Subordinate--M: Fox, Kyrie, Kalypso, Midnight

The hunter’s destination was past the stream in the woods and to a large meadow that stretched for miles. Char stepped into the clear stream and flicked his ears irritably when Fox splashed in, spraying them all and caused all fish to swim away. Good thing we weren’t trying to fish. Char thought while glaring at the red wolf who didn’t notice his ugly expression. After a short swim, he pulled himself from the cool stream and his wet, black fur clung to his sides and dripped down below his belly. The water made his fur feel unnatural and heavy. He shook out his fur to dry himself and when he did his fur stood out on all ends so that he looked like a stuffed porcupine. He was aware of how he appeared and turned around to glare at Fox to hush her snickering (which she didn’t). He knew that neither Kyrie or Kalypso would make fun of him, it wasn’t their nature.

Past the stream was more forest that slowly cleared into meadow. On the eastern side of the forest there lived a small pack of hyenas and an ugly lot they were. That summer a humans had abandoned them there. The wolves didn’t really mind them as they knew that the winter would kill them all off. Until then, they made sure that they stayed in their small section of the forest.

Char looked around the dark wood with sharp eyes. He had never seen a hyena before and didn’t want to. He was nervous of the unknown creature whose laugh could skin the bark off a tree. This last statement was according to pack-mate who had wandered around that part of the forest. In his imagination he could hear their sickening cries. He perked up his ears in case it wasn’t in his head. His brain was busy so he couldn’t tell.

“I’m going to run ahead some.” Char spoke plainly. He didn’t want to mention that running cleared his head or that he was anxious about hyenas. “I won’t be far.” And with that he quickened his pace without a response from his superior.

The wind felt cool on his face as he speeded up. He swerved around trees and dove beneath brush—snagging tufts of his fur on branches. His mind cleared and the psychopathic laughter in his imagination was wiped out like a chalk board. His nose soaked in the pine and the rich earth, his steps were light and his legs were a blur. And then his nose picked up a scent. It was foreign and odd. A new scent that reminded him of dust. Hyena. It could only be them. He had lived all of his life around these woods and never smelled something like it before. It can only possibly be Hyena. Then he picked up another scent. Fear. Char realized. He slowed himself to a stop. I should return to the hunting party. Then he heard the whining and soft cries of a wolf, but specifically a wolf pup.

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Storm woke up from another nap and looked at his shoulder. It looks better. He thought and stood up.

He looked around to see if the patrol was back and he saw barely any wolves in the camp. Good. He thought and snuck out. He quietly walked out of the territory and dashed the way he always saw Sierra went when she left.

I want to see this "band" thing she was talking about. He thought as he walked. He heard the sqeak of a rabbit being hunted and he looked over there and saw. Sierra! He wanted to jump out there and attack her for what she did, but he stayed still. Once she walked away with the rabbit in her jaws, he followed behind quietly and stealthily. And he saw more wolves, lots more. "Hey guys I wanted to hunt for you." He heard Sierra say after she dropped the rabbits. Looks like their discussing something. He backed away accidently breaking a twig. He froze for a second and then dashed away not caring about stealth, he had to get away. Rustling bushes and breaking branches, he dashed out of their territory and kept running even when he wasn't in their territory. He reached the Pack's territory and dashed into the home but as he got close to camp, he stopped to catch his breath and calmly walk in. He plopped down under the shade again and layed there.

Sierra's ears shot up at the sound of twigs breaking.

"What was that?" She said and whipped her head around. She dashed after the sound and reached the edge of the territory and stopped. It's not a good idea. She thought and turned around. She walked back into the Band's home and sat back down in her spot.

"I heard someone." Sierra said to Czar and looked at the floor.

"It's only my fault, it was probably a wolf from the Pack spying on us."

She layed down and closed her eyes. "It's my fault they know where we live now..."

She sighed. And opened her eyes. "I'm sorry.." She closed her eyes again.

Czar || 4 || Band || M: Amor, Autumn (referenced), Sierra

Czar’s eyes glint with arrogance at Amor’s words. “I had connections to that pack once. There was a wolf there, Mateo I believe was his name, that often spoke of ‘his sister’ Amor,” the male pauses to shrug, “I just assumed that you were from there, considering you had family within it.”

Czar turns away from the female, shaking his pelt, and standing to his full height. He yawns, showing off his sharp, flashing canines. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will be looking for that old connection of mine. Follow me if you so please.”

The arrogant male pauses in his departure as Sierra barges into camp. At her words, he snarls and rushes at her, snapping at the she-wolf but restraining his urge to do any true harm. “You did what?!”

The male snarls before lunging past her, caring more for the fleeing wolf than the she-wolf. Besides, they now needed all the wolves they could get after her mistake. I’ll deal with Sierra later. For now…

“Do not let that wolf get away!”

Mushroom || 7 || Elder || M: Luna, Amara, Fang (Referenced)

“Thank you, dears. Oh, and tell that brother of yours to watch his tongue. I may be old, but I will gladly snap some sense into him.” Mushroom grins, looking in the direction which she heard the female speak from. Her milky white pupils shine with mirth.

Excitement pricked at her old bones. It had been a while since she had last taken care of a pup. She had always enjoyed doing so, but with a lack of pups in recent years and her age, she rarely got the chance to.

“Now, Amara, was it? What would you like to do?” The older female sits up, staring at the ground before her feet. The she-wolf sniffs the air as she waits for a response. The scent of blood fills her nostrils. Her eyebrows furrow, focusing on the smell. It was in the center of the camp. She overheard that a wolf was injured earlier, but….

Storm-4 years-Subdornate

"Czar it was already back to the Pack when I was halfway there. I'm not as fast as you might think." Sierra said growling at him. Im tired of his bossiness. She growled and ran quickly because of her small size she was a little bit faster than a normal wolf. She bolted out of the territory and went to the packs territory. She reached the territory border and walked quietly into the camp. I think I know who was spying. Sierra spotted the familiar black pelt a creeped over to it. He was sleeping so she jumped on him and pinned him and dragged him out of the camp with her jaws on his snout.

She heard him try to yelp but it was muffled cause she had his mouth forced shut. She dragged him slowly out of the Pack's territory and pinned him to the floor growling in his face. "Now tell me. Why were you spying on us ,Storm?" She growled in his face.

"I-I Ow!" Storm yelped when she clawed his face. "Tell me!" She snarled opening her jaws. "I had to get information for my pack!" He snarled and bit her neck throwing her off. She yelped. Again? Why are we always fighting? Sierra snarled and leaped at him, trying to pin him again. He just threw her again and grabbed her by the neck pinning her. "Get off!" Sierra snarled but he just bit harder on her neck. Storm looked up at the Band. "One move and she's dead." He said with his fangs on her neck.

Kappa—3—Omega—M: Camilla, Ying, Char, Kyrie

Camilla’s an idiot. Who’d willingly want to be at the bottom of the food chain? Kappa snorted as the dark grey she-wolf walked away. The first chance I get I’ll rise. She smiled sickly at herself for this thought. She knew she’d never become anything more than an omega. But that doesn’t mean I have to restrict myself to that simple mindset. She looked around and trotted (well, the best she could trot) towards the nearest wolf. It was, comparing to her, a massive, hairy creature that was barely recognizable as a wolf.

“I’m leaving camp to get moss for the nursing mothers.” She told him, but wasn’t too sure if he was listening.

She didn’t know for certain if the mothers needed more water, but she wanted an excuse to leave camp. She then walked away from the large fluff ball before he could respond. She darted out of camp and into the forest where the closest water-source was. As she walked by she noticed the hunters ahead of her. They must be heading to the stream also. She easily recognized her brother amongst the four-wolf party. He was the smallest and the only black one. He looked like a shadow next to Kyrie’s gorgeous white fur. Good luck hunting, brother. She thought while she followed them by a distance.