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Mistfall Pack

The wolves of the Mistfall Pack live primarily in the deeper areas of the forest, but there is roughly a quarter of the territory is not forested, but instead a large field of grasslands. They do prefer the forests overall. The territory borders the Shadowcrest Pack's territory. They are very stealthy, even the ones with the lighter coat colors; like shadows, like mist they stalk within the darkness and shadows and cover of the forest; through foliage with barely a whisper. Their eyes are used to the shadows, their vision sharper in the dark than others outside of their pack; and they tend to move with a smooth, almost-catlike grace. Their pack's name was coined because of the thick clouds of mist that usually appear in the forest in morning and evening. Their camp is located in the most safest area of the territory; the deepest and darkest part of the forest, hidden by thick foliage with a stream running near it. They hunt pretty much any prey; caribou and deer to rabbits and squirrels and voles.

Characters:

Aether

Age: 6 years
Sexuality: Ace Straight
Species: Gray Wolf

Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Personality: You could call it an average personality; not too loud, but not withdrawn; not exactly friendly to strangers, but not outright hostile unless intentions are proven to be malicious. He is quite alert, and almost nothing escapes his notice. A gentle and kind wolf with those he calls his pack; but has the capability to be cold and fierce and ruthless when confronted with someone who doesn't have the best of intentions directed towards himself or his friends/family.


Donovan

Age: 2 years
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Gray Wolf
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Personality: Serious and mature; he tends to err on the cautious side, thinking things through unless circumstances force him to jump right into the action and make up stuff as he goes. Hard to get under his skin, not very tempermental or emotional; pragmatic.

Charlie
Age: 7 months
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Gray Wolf
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Personality: Calm until provoked, then she is someone that you wouldn't want to mess with. Somewhat easy to anger. Kind of aloof, not too friendly; usually sticks around those she knows. Though typically not rude to others, unless they have done something to get on her bad side.



Cassidy
Age: 5 months
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Dog (Canis Panther)
Gender: Female
Appearance: A bit shorter than Shane and Asteria, but still has broader and powerful overall build, a little more sleeker but hardly discernable. Longer muzzle and Doberman-shaped head. Jet-black short fur.

Personality: Do not get on the wrong side of this one, she is the vengeful one of the litter. She will get her vengence if you hurt her, her littermates, or those she is close to in general. Very loyal, fierce temper; not impulsive. Stubborn. Can hold a grudge.


Asteria
Age: 5 months
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Dog (Canis Panther)
Gender: Female
Appearance: More sleeker, less broad, more like a doberman in build. Same height as the others. Head and neck a tad bit more refined and slender, the neck having that distinctive slight arch. Floppy ears. Long tail that reaches down to ankles. Shiny, short, jet black coat. Still clearly has growing to do.

Personality: More peevish demeanor. More aggressive, irritable, and overall unfriendly to all but her siblings. Very loyal though. Unpleasant to be around for most, only for her to take a 180 on personality when around those she is familiar with. Impulsive, prone to jumping the gun.

Shane
Age: 5 monthes
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Dog (Canis Panther)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Build is like Doberman and Staffie combined. Sleek and broad, muscular. Square-ish head with thick powerful neck. Retaining an elegance around the edges. Will be intimidating once reached full height and size. Dark brown eyes.

Personality: Quieter, will answer questions and all that, but definitely not the type to talk your ear off. Aloof to strangers, almost cold, varying on how much he takes a dislike to someone. Can be stubborn. Cautious. And protective of his loved ones.

Within the forest, there was a pack.

The Mistfall Pack.

A light shape lifted its head, ears pricked upward, yellowish eyes peering around the clearing surrounded by shadow and plants of the forest. The adult wolf unwound himself from the ball that he had curled himself into when sleeping. Standing up and giving a quick shake, fine hairs and dirt flying off his thick gray and light tan and copper pelt. A turn of the head revealed four pure black shapes, all difficult to make out. They were an unusual addition to any wolf pack; not many would deign to accept dogs into their ranks. Even ones such as the four littermates, who all had the potiental to be worthy and loyal packmates, and lethal opponents. He had no clue what kind of dogs they were, he had seen the somewhat distant relatives of his kind before, and knew they came in all shapes and sizes; but never before had he seen them like the four.

Aether paced around the clearing, sniffing and poking his nose into the thick foliage, searching for any scents that indicated an intruder lurking about while they were all resting. A quick sweep revealed nothing, to the male's relief. Then, coming to the middle of the clearing, he sat down; content to wait until the four had woken up naturally. Again his gaze found them, and his thoughts went back to the black dogs. As they often did.

Two of them had leaner, more slender builds; speed and agility and stealth. Although they still had strength apparent under those very short coats of theirs. And the other half, were more broader and powerful in appearance. The wolf had no idea what kind of dogs were even in their ancestry; all four were littermates, no doubt about it. They had been found together, and all of them had a thread of a similar scent buried in their individual scents that linked them as family. The closest he could get to their ancestry was the obvious, one of their parents was a dog with a powerful build, and the other was far more sleeker and slender. It was only a guess, he had little to no knowledge of how dog ancestry worked within their kind. But while all were most likely doing to be great assets to any pack, Aether was aware that other wolves would most likely look down at them; because most dogs were soft and reliant on their humans, they didn't face problems with survival unlike the wolves. And probably also just because they were dogs. He hoped that the litter would prove them all wrong.

And so, he was looking forward to see how they all fared in training.

"Come on, it's time!"

The alpha's summons reached the younger male's ears. A flare of excitement sparked in his chest, and his paws brought him to the gathering semicircle around the High Rock. Light brown eyes peered upwards, toward their leader, who was atop the rock. Sitting down, the gray male's gaze was drawn to the three pups in front of the Rock, excitement clear in pretty much every fiber of their collective beings. All energetic pups, whoever was the mentor would be hard-pressed to keep them all out of trouble, in his personal opinion.

Ears pricked forward, head raised and tilted back to view the Alpha, attention clearly on the wolf above him, and remaining in his sitting position, Donovan listened to Cane speak. His gaze turning to Riven, the off-white female was liked by the whole pack, and she would be a good mentor to the three rambunctious pups. When his own name was mentioned, he couldn't help the snap of his head toward Cane in shock. Don't get him wrong, he would be happy to assist in teaching the pups, and besides, Riven was his friend. He already knew he would do his best to help in the training, though he mentally dispaired at the prospect of even helping to herd the three energetic pups.

As the meeting came to a close, Donovan joined his own voice into the bunch of howls that filled the air, his head tilted skywards, eyes closed to little slits, and ears tilted back as well. The wolf stood up and started over to Riven and the three apprentices once the pack had started to leave and go do their own thing. Stopping a few feet away, and tilted his head down to look at the bundles of fur. Navy, the gray pup with unusual violet eyes, seemed to be the one that would be the least trouble; although that would definitely remained to be seen. Then to Dalton, the sleek jet black pup with vivid green eyes that seemed to glow from his dark fur, and the gray pelted male remembered this one of the litter to be quite a troublemaker. And the last one of the litter, Cambree, the smaller one with strange black and white fur with pale blue eyes was the one not to be underestimated; he knew it was always the smaller ones that were the most dangerous.

A glance away from the three in front of him brought Riven's apprentice, the older one, into view. The young white wolf was standing a little bit aways, as if uncertain of what to think of the change of events. Her head tilted to the side, dark amber eyes with the tint of orange staring at the three younger apprentices. He knew that one to be more aloof around those she didn't know too well. He gave her a nod in acknowledgement. Hopefully, she didn't feel slighted by the fact her mentor had been assigned three more students. Then his attention turned back to the pups, and Riven.

Donovan sat down, still watching the pups. They seemed like an interesting bunch, that was for sure; he remembered them prior to this moment, of course. But it wasn't like he was very close to them or their parents. They kind of reminded him of himself when he was first assigned a mentor; a little less outwardly enthusiastic, and more composed, but no less excited inside. Out of the corner of his vision, he noticed his friend glance away to her older apprentice for a few long moments. Ears flicking at little noises, he took in different sounds, not just the excited talking of the pups. It amused him how easily they can forget things, especially in times of excitement like this.

The clear, firm voice of Riven brought his attention back to them, turning his head slightly as she spoke. At least the pups had the decency to settle down, it taking a moment didn't really matter, it was sometimes hard to reroute a pup's attention back to something. He'd be surprised if any of them didn't take a few moments to control themselves. Although they were still clearly excited. Looking down at them, he felt like these three would be trouble, for some reason; he just got the feeling deep inside.

"I don't mind, Riven." Was Donovan's response to his friend's question, he got up, gave himself a quick shake, and gave the three littermates a glance.

"Come on you three, let's go." He said to them, flicking his tail as he turned and walked off, leading them out of the camp as requested. He made sure to not move like he usually did, more quicker; so that the pups could keep up with him more easily. He didn't doubt they were fast, he had seen all of them running about the camp. It just felt like the polite thing to do.

The young white wolf watched as Donovan led the three new apprentices out of camp, while her own mentor hung back. At the sign that Riven wanted her to come with her, she quicked trotted to the older wolf. Her pace slowed as she neared, ears pricked up, and also curious; what was it that she wanted to say to her? The younger determinedly cast out any thoughts of doubt or negativity from her mind. She was doing fine in training, she had been told that and she was aware of it; it probably wasn't too bad.

"I just wanted to hear your thoughts on my three new apprentices. I don't want you to think that your training will be delayed."

Her ears flicked back slightly in surprise, she had fully thought that her mentor's attention would be diverted to the three, seeing as she needed to focus on four apprentices to train at the same time. She glanced away for a moment, thinking. What did she think of the pups? It took her a moment to collect her thoughts on the subject.




Donovan idly listened to the chatter of the three behind him. Half his attention was on them, making sure nobody would decide to run off or something, not that he thought that would happen. Nope. Not at all. The other half of him was paying attention to his surroundings, watching for anything off; nose twitching as scents drifted to him on the breeze. Nothing seemed off, which was ideal for new apprentices. Although, nothing like starting off your apprenticeship by something eventful happening. It was how he started his, after all. Glancing over his shoulder, he felt a stab of amusement at their reactions to the forest; the impossibly tall trees, the many scents in the air, and everything about it. He had to admit, it was overwhelming when seen and experienced for the first time. He was sure that all newly made apprentices had that same reaction. At the sound of one of them asking a question, the black one, Dalton. He stopped and turned to face the smaller wolves.

"We will stay here, until your mentor and perhaps her apprentice catch up. I suppose it couldn't hurt if you all explored the area a little," He said, with a glance around the forest. "But! Not too far, stay within eye and hearing range of me." Donovan hurriedly added, after the idea that it could be taken as permission to run away from him. Wouldn't it be something if he lost Riven's apprentices within not ten minutes of them being assigned.

"Well...all of them seem very eager for this. They seem like good apprentices to me." The young female offered after a moment. After trying and failing to bring up a good assessment of the three in general, she knew what they were like when they were just around camp and all that; but she personally thought that in training, and at home relaxing were two different things. Who knows how they'd do in training.