Kappa—3—Omega—M: Holly (NPC), Twine (deceased), Rai (deceased)

Kappa carried the dripping piece of moss. The sopping wet glacier water mixed with the dirty underside of the bryopsida moss. It dribbled down her throat as she carefully carried it uphill to the camp from the stream. It was for a pregnant wolf who was expected to deliver any day. The she-wolf was confined to the camp and Kappa had been taking care of her for the past couple days.

“‘Ello, ‘Olly,” Kappa greeted the pregnant wolf, named Holly, through the moss.

“Why hello, Kappa,” Holly responded, she was on her side with her large, bloated stomach facing the omega.

Kappa dropped her moss for Holly to lap at, which she did hurriedly. After a quant conversation, the omega left the tired, soon-to-be mother alone. She looked around camp and enjoyed a faint ripple of the wind blowing. It ruffled her fur and the closed her eyes.

“Oh mother, Twine,” she whispered. “It feels so good, the breeze. Do you remember, Twine, the day we ran? It was the day before the avalanche. The wind was so crisp and it burned when you breathed, but it was so fun. I loved that day.” She smiled nostalgically. “Too bad we can’t run like that again.”

Midnight| M: Amara,Kyrie,Mushroom, Other's

Midnight nodded, wagging her tail in forced happiness. She stepped out from Mushroom's paw's before looking up at them. " Can we play tag? " She asked with a forced yip of excitment. He ear's perk up as she hear's the other's approaching. Tilting her head she looked back at Mushroom and Kyrie. She forced her tail to wag impatiently, though she had no intention's of playing then. What do i say? What would i tell them? She thought as she imagined the interrogation from the Alpha. A frown crossed her face, and she licked her muzzle to hide it, though she knew someone had seen it. Mo- She told me that I would grow to be violent like her, is it true?

Aether—4—Band—M: Sierra, Band's Cover-Up-The-Trail Party

Aether followed Sierra and helped her rip the mint plant from its roots and carry it to the bloodstained earth. The strong smell of mint relieved him from the sickening, sharp scent of blood. It helped his nausea. He crunched bits of it in his jaws to sharpen the odor and spat it out where it was the messiest. He then realized that his saliva was now apart of the cover-up smell. Then he realized that his personal redolence was everywhere. Before he grew upset with himself, he realized that the Band probably should’ve had only one wolf covering everything up—to make it seem like a loner passed by or something. But what was done was done, there was no going back because everyone’s smell was everywhere.

In hopes that the thought wasn’t dumb, he voiced these observations to the rest of the group and then added, “We’ll finish the job by covering up the major tracks and add false trails and the such too. But when we leave, we leave in separate ways so that the pack is confused whom to follow. We’ll keep away for a couple days and then rendezvous at camp.” He ended and waited for the others to reply.

The elder chuckles in a soft tone. “Why hello there, Midnight. I am Mushroom, this pack’s only current elder.”

Her ears flick at Amara’s question, but before she can answer she hears the scampering of paws and the brush of soft fur against her legs. She chuckles to herself, amused by the pups’ antics.

At Amara’s question to Midnight, Mushroom nudges the pup gently and huffs. “Do not ask such questions, young one. The aspect of Midnight’s family does not concern you, as it is her personal background,” the elder scolds.

Amara soon changes the topic, asking if they could play another game.

“Yes, we may play another game. What is it you have in mind?”

Midnight answers first, asking for a game of tag. Mushroom hesitates, but relents. “Yes, you may play tag, but you must remain within camp the entire time. Amara, I trust you to ensure that the two of you do not leave.”

A soft gaze pears upon Mushroom as she speaks with the pups. A familiar scent fills her nose and she smiles faintly. Ah, there was her granddaughter. The scent leaves as soon as it comes at the sound of the alpha’s voice. Must have been called to patrol.

Mushroom focuses back on the pups. “Now, let’s move to the center of camp.”

Midnight wiggled happily as they followed Mushroom to the center of the camp, Midnight stumbling slightly over tree root's and plants. When she saw the gathered pack she yipped in excitement. " Mushroom? Is this the pack you were talking about? " She said, running through their paw's curiously and happily. She trip's over someone's paw's falling in the middle of the assembly. She shook herself and stood, looking at what had to be the Alpha.

Sirius—4—Band—M: Storm, Aether, Sierra

As he walked beside the battered wolf, Sirius wondered what his prisoner’s fate would be. He assumed it would eventually lead to death, after torture that included starvation or dehydration. It was amazing how many stoic wolves melted when they lacked either food or water for less than a week. This one will be no different, he thought, unless an infection doesn’t take over. He glanced over at the wounds that scarred the wolf’s body. They were ugly and brutal. They made Sirius’ heart pang and he longed to care for the enemy’s pains or abandon him to die alone—just to remove the nasty signs of bloody battle from his sight. Either one was fine with him. If this is what the fighter looked like, I’d hate to clean up the grounds.

He looked behind him to see his older brother munching up something in his mouth. Huh, I wonder what that is? He wasn’t too sure of a plant strong enough to cover up the scent of blood from a canine’s nose. Fish can cover up some smells, maybe Aether will go fishing. He recalled his brother trying his best to teach him how to fish. It didn’t work and Sirius was hopeless when it came to scooping them out. They were too slippery.

His attention returned to the captive when he spoke. At his words, Sirius couldn’t help but let out a short laughing bark. Forced to become a band wolf! Thinks highly of himself, doesn’t he? I doubt he’d last very long with us; the foolish wolf that he is. He had decided that Storm was witless from what he had seen. The dark wolf had unsuccessfully stalked a band she-wolf and somehow was beaten by her twice. Only an idiot could manage such a feat, especially when she was smaller than him by great proportions. And somehow he had the pride to ask if he was going to join the band when he was obviously their hostage.

Despite these thoughts, he reminded silent, allowing Czar to answer the question himself.

Storm was slowly walking with the Band but stopped to lick a deep bite on his shoulder. He looked at the Band and said. "I'm pretty sure your stupid Sierra wolf ya got has your other dirty strays taken by the pack and questioned." He smirked about his insult at the Band. "

I'm not asking to fight you guys today after I left Sierra bleeding to death." He started walking again. "I guess she left me bleeding to death too."

He suppressed a laugh and then looked at Czar and sort of lowered his head a little. "I'm definitely not asking to play with you." He turned his gaze to Cairo. "You might be pretty easy.""Still not lookin foward to fighting more today." He kept his head low and continued walking with the Band.

Autumn || 3 || Loner || M: Delta

The amber female slowly lets go of the band member’s paws at the tug on her neck. It did not hurt much, but it became a struggle to hang on to the she-wolf’s leg. However, she ensured that all possible damage was dealt, and dragged her teeth off the leg, rather than completely letting go.

Leftover fur covered her mouth, giving her a less than pleasant taste, but the loner chose to ignore it. Autumn growls, doing her best to shake off the offender that was clinging to her scruff. She also twisted to the side the best she could, snapping at any skin in reach.

I refuse to let this rouge win. Determination fills her, and the she-wolf eventually gets free - but not without some damage dealt to her scruff from her struggles. Autumn is quick to face her opponent, snarling. She keeps her haunches raised, ready for another future attack.