An alabaster female sat alone, watching the border. There was an indiscernible expression upon her face - her eyes sharp, and vigilant as she watched the border with scrutinizing eyes. Her fur feeling heavy against the humid air, and she looked at the clouds as if they had offended her. They were good for nothing, she huffed inwardly, what use were clouds if they couldn't even prick of this humidity. She then turned back to the border, an eerie calm washing over her. She was like a big cat, waiting for foolish prey to stumble upon her lands - but it seems that her endeavors would be rather futile. " Filthy insects. " she muttered darkly, as she casted a haughty gaze at what was the side of the Lunar Pack Territory. " Hm, they should be worried about being purged from this area - then the clearing will finally be ours. The poor fools don't even know what's coming. " she hummed to herself as she arose from her position- gracefully shaking of any dust or dirt that dared to even think of staining her pure coat. Oh, what pitiful dolts were their enemies, and her pack for that matter, she thought as she walked back to the pack grounds.

Surely by now Mishka would be up and giving the orders for the day, she confidently strode into camp. Her steps silent and delicate as she moved about - her eyes carefully watching the others as she entered, a silent challenge in her opinion, because who would dare stand in her way? Only a fool would, and she was quite ready for this day to start - it was such a dull morning already, maybe the rains would come and flood the Lunar Pack away? Now that was a thought that earned an inward giggle of malice. Such putrid thoughts, an inner voice chided, and she all but ignored said voice.

She casually walked up to the Alpha Female, a slight bow of respect - she did in honor to her superior, and she gave a small tilt off her head, " Good Morning, Mishka." She said with that soft, yet sweet voice of hers, " how are you this, rather humid morning?" She said with a soft chuckle, "if there is anything you need me to do or oversee and I'll be right on it." She said with a genuine tone of voice. You're so cruel to her to face such pleasantries, a voice hissed inwardly, a scolding from a more purer version of herself. Pish Posh, she chided her voice, I'm only playing the long game. And if a little flattery gets me somewhere - then so be it. She didn't let anything show on her face, only an attentiveness to the needs of Mishka, and in her own twisted way - she did care.

A dark-coated male sat peacefully on a hill, his gaze fixated on the horizon, examining the plains for any potential prey that could be sulking about. With a heavy hum in his throat, the male rises to his paws, taking steps forward to wander through the tall grass. He uses his chest to force a path, leaving a trail behind him. The blades of grass brushed his upper legs, tugging at his coat, making his body flinch to get rid of the itchy feeling. His ears pushed forward, picking up the sound of something rustling in the undergrowth. Chern crouched low, going into a stalking position, and crept forward. His massive frame made him the worst at stealth, his steps quite loud and easily detectable. The only concern on his mind is if whatever is hiding in the vegetation could hear his paw steps.

He inches closer, centimeters away from the source. Chern wiggles his haunches, about to leap until the noise stops, then gets replaced by its loud rusting as it runs away. He grunts, upset by its decision to flee, and bolts after the fleeing animal. He lifted his body partially up, and his legs outstretched to a run while his eyes concentrated on the grass parting to track its location. The sudden course change made the wolf grumble, guessing it could be a smaller animal, like a rabbit or squirrel. If it were those two, it would be wise to stop the hunt, as there's no way he can catch up to such fast creatures. His best bet was to stop the chase and preserve his stamina for something else. So he did, purposely slowing down to allow the critter to run free. He watched it go, huffing as he regained the lost air that left his lungs. Chern watched it go with brief anger before moving opposite away from it, sneezing as pollen entered his nose.

His mouth felt dry, craving for water and food. From what he recalls, there was a river nearby. The only thing he needs to do is locate it again. That shouldn't be too hard. Right? Chern trots off in a random direction, dutifully following his instincts. It took some time, but he managed to find the running water. When his eyes met the clear liquid, he rushed to the shore and crouched down, greedily lapping the water with his tongue. He pulls back, curling up in a ball beside the river, letting out a sneeze before relaxing.

Sage | Female | Nightlock | Lead Warrior | Mentions: Open~

The female was up from the crack of dawn and how could she not be? Tonight was the full moon recital and there was a lot needed to be done before the night began. Some would need to hunt and others would need to do an extensive patrol of the territory, something she couldn't wait for. As much as she'd prefer it if she went on her own she knew that wasn't going to happen. Sage would do anything asked of her, even if that meant joining the hunting party. Which she knew wasn't going to happen. Hunting was definitely not her forte, she wasn't agile and quick like some of her other pack members and preferred to use her brute strength for things. With being lead warrior she hoped to be the one leading the patrol but she knew there was a chance that wouldn't be the case, after all there were still other wolves that were higher up than her.

That thought alone made the brute of a female frustrated, adjusting herself to rest her head on top of her paws. Sage had always wanted more for herself in a pack with her last one being such a disaster. As much as she cared for the other members she tried to keep to herself for the most part, afraid that if she got too close to anyone that they would just be ripped away from her again. Just as her brother and the rest of her former pack had been. With a huff, Sage pulled herself up to her thoughts. Sitting around and doing nothing was starting to make her agitated or more so it was bringing thoughts into her mind that she didn't want there. Being on the constant go kept them at bay and that's the way she liked it to be.

Shaking off her pelt to loosen any debris that happened to attach to it, Sage looked around camp. Others were starting to get up and for that she was grateful. Lazing about was nowhere close to being on her bucket list anytime soon and she decided it was time to actually do something useful. Bowing down onto her front legs, Sage stretched herself out to rid any of the tension in her muscles. She wasn't quite sure what was going to be asked for her and the anticipation was eating its way through her. Her eyes searched over camp, setting on each of the members that were up. If she had it her way everyone would already be heading out and doing what they were supposed to but it wasn't her say and she respected that for the most part. Despite her desires she was still a loyal wolf, she just had higher visions for the future than some of the others.

Catching her gaze onto the alpha female, she watched as her beta female spoke with her with another pack member coming over shortly afterwards. There was always a part of Sage that admired their leader, the way she did it without the need of an alpha male was an admirable quality in her eyes. Walking around the edge of camp to stretch her legs, Sage waited for something to be asked for her rather than going up and bothering the alpha female. She was sure she would be told once something was needed for her, no matter how impatient she was.