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Storm gave the wolf a happy smile when he accepted to the hunting patrol. My first pack hunt in years! Probably Veracious' very first pack hunt! I'm so excited! He looked at her, noticing her anxious expression. Poor Aloe Vera... this is all so new to her. It must be very stressful for her. He gave her a big smile, and she gave him a small smile back before returning to her anxious face. He heard a yip come from Illusion, and he turned to see what caused it. There was a wolf there. Okay..? He thought, confused. That's random. Is it some weird different language I don't know? Or is it just a hello? He thought, making a confused face.

Then he noticed Illusion stand up and start walking away, and he quickly followed. As they exited the camp, he looked behind at the wolves before turning his head back towards where he was headed. The chill of the cold wind caused his fur to stick up, and Veracious huddled close to him for some warmth. "It's so close to winter..." He growled. Then, Illusion asked what they'd hunt, so he began to think. "I dunno... Deer? They can feed a decent amount of wolves. Maybe... do you guys have beavers here? Beavers are delicious." He suggested and huddled close against Aloe Vera, giving her some warmth. Her fur was much shorter than his, so she's probably freezing so much right now.

Brute l Male l Beta l Raven l M: Sundown

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The sting from the ginger hurt but it soon soothed the wound. So he couldnt feel it much anymore. He could make a few of the words the apprentice was saying. He could tell something was on his mind. He better not be shaming himself again he thought. After thebherbs were applied he followed Sundown out of the den. He made out the words Ash and lets catch up. From the quiet sounding words. He nodded as they trotted out of the den. He knew exactly what Sundown was going to ask. Its the question he would be asked several times over the next few weeks. "I know what you are going to ask." He told Sundown, I'll tell you."

"So I was going out to hunt, since my leg finally healed." He started, "I was about to catch it when I hurt a strange noise, a twig snapped. It turned and there in front of me was a huge man, and he was carrying a huge stick, which I later learned was a gun. He tried to shoot me and missed twice, but the sound caused my ears to practically die. I couldnt hear, couldnt smell, and could barely see. I had totally lost my bearings, and turned and ran in a random direction. Which happened to take me further from camp. For tye next days my sense of smell came back, so I could hunt, but then I got attacked by foxes. But I finally found my way back here. And I am so glad I did." He finished, giving a smile to Sundown. Who was his best friend in the whole pack.

Xola || 6 || Female || Wolf || Eastern Medic || M: Svana (Ind), Killjoy, Pack Members (Ind), Open

Change is a challenging aspect of life. A threatening one, if you will. It is completely unpredictable and, at times, earth shattering – breaking the hearts of hundreds while uplifting a few. It has the power to shift one’s entire perspective, or even their whole world. It is ruthless, uncaring, scary, unpreventable… but also kind to the select few that it chooses as worthy of its gifts. And, thankfully, Xola had apparently found good graces with change and earned a blessing. A new title and a new purpose.

The now-medic laid near the edge of the Eastern Pack’s camp, surveying the gathering of wolves who were just beginning to emerge from their dens. There were not many – their numbers having dwindled due to various disappearances and untimely deaths or captures – but she could still see their strength. Their drive, and their will power. The pack would not find its demise on the horizon anytime soon, even with experiencing the great loss of many friends.

Taking a breath, the night-fallen female begins to look over the various wolves scattered about the area – checking for any injuries or signs that something was wrong. Her eyes first land on Svana, a beautiful creamy-toned scout. She knew little of the standoffish female, but what she did know wasn’t too pleasant in her book. However, she knew better than to judge without proper interactions.

Overall, the larger female seemed to be in good health. There was nothing that screamed “injury” or “sickness,” and her mannerisms seemed as natural as ever. Moving on, the medic reviewed the stances and motions of her fellow packmates – still finding no sign of any issues, much to her pleasure. Finally, her striking orbs landed on the alpha of their pack, Killjoy. He was making way to the scout she had first been surveying.

Instantly, Xola could tell that something was off. She sits up quickly with perked ears, her eyes never leaving the male in question. The strain of his left leg. The barely noticeable limp – one that took years of practice to spy. The tightness of his form. She knew the signs all too well. He was in pain… and obviously had an issue with his left front leg. A sprain, maybe? She surely hoped not.

The charcoal female was quick to spring into action, trotting over to the alpha and scout with great purpose. Each step had her seemingly gliding across the ground, touching the earth beneath her paws just long enough to propel herself forward. Her eyes stayed trained on the shepard-like male’s back as she moved, intently checking for anything she could have missed from due to the previous distance she had from him.

She stopped a foot or two behind the pair, announcing her presence with a soft yip that could have been mistaken for the chirp of a small bird if not for the obvious canine factors. “Alpha Killjoy,” she greeted him with a polite nod, “You seem to be in some discomfort. Is everything alright?”

Hondo l Male l Beta l Eastern l M: Illusion, Xola

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He wagged too, letting Illusion know that he would talk to him later. He watched the male, who when he had last seen him had been a muddy mess, trot out of camp with the hunting patrol following behind him. He turned again and saw Xola, the new medic, trotting towards Killjoy, he had not met her yet, so he had not seen her until then. Hondo's heart dropped, her blackish brown figure trotting across the camp immediately stole his heart. She was beautiful. Hondo shook his head. He was Beta, he couldnt think like that. But when he looked back up he just couldnt stop looking at her.

Anora l Female l Hunter l Raven l M: Brute, Sundown, Night

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Anora trotted around camp, she wanted to go out Hunting, but didnt know if any patrols were out. She needed to stretch her legs, and knew running around camp like a pup wouldnt help. She saw Sundown with Brute, who had herbs in his ears. Noe that she thought about it, she didnt remember seeing the Beta recently. She saw Night in his den, and trotted into it. "Night." She called into the semi-dark den. "Would you like me to hunt? Or lead a patrol?" She asked. Anxouisly she hoped he said yes. But as she thought about Brute, she remembered that she hadnt seen Bardou in awhile. Maybe this was her chance to be named Beta.

Ráðgríðr & Hymir

Eastern Pack Members | Beta Female & Scout | Female & Male | Mentions : Each Other, Xola, Killjoy

A autumn-pelted female trudged through the land. Her body was still in pain from her escape - she and another female had be captured by the furless humans and she had finally managed to leave along with the white colored female that had been her companion. The other fame had quickly ran off as soon as the had escaped from the clutches of the humans. Luckily the alabaster female didn't bear any scars unlike her ; she was still a bit achy from that mountain lion attack and not to mention she didn't know how long it's been since she ate. She just knew she had to get back to her pack and serve then with her whole heart and explain to Killjoy about her disappearance. She could barley see straight ; but she saw the dark form of a wolf - a familiar scent, Hymir , he was a young male in the pack and a rather damn good scout ; a bit quiet but still a decent fellow. She could hear the growl erupting from his mouth as she approached and she saw his ears pin in aggression and on edge. She was glad he was protecting the borders like a good scout should. And she gave her own growl of dominance because he should recognize her ; and his ears perked at the sound.

" Killjoy, Xola. " He said rather urgently, "look who I found."

Illusion nodded.

"Deer... Okay. I can make it work." He said, his tone as frosty as the morning air. His ear flicked to listen around. He drew in the cold air through his nose, sniffing out any trails that he could find.

He sighed, and narrowed his eyes. They'd have to go farther from camp then he'd wanted. Illusion looked behind at the newer wolves.

"So, how long do we want to stay out?" His face read that he was unsure that they'd find a deer, nearly positive that they were heading for their winter grounds at lower elevation to escape the snow.

Killjoy heard Xola's voice behind him, and turned to her. His eyes were like those of a deer in a headlight. He'd been caught, of course. How dumb to think that his injurys could go past her, she sniffed him out like a blood hound. His freshly torn ear flicked, trying to find words.

"Good morning Xola! How are you doing this, uh, cold morning?" His smile betrayed him. He was in pain. He couldn't hide it from her. He'd tried every so hard. Shame on him.

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He paused to let lies brew up.

"Discomfort? Hardly." Killjoy said, staring at the black female. He glanced over at Hondo before continuing. "Just a bit... I had a run in with a-" What Killjoy saw next made his heart fly out of his chest. It was Hymir with.... Rags?! His ears perked, and he held himself in an alert manner.

"Killjoy, Xola. look who I found."

The large male found himself lost for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish. What could he say? 'Hey Rags! I though you were dead!'? His mind seemed to whirl around, trying to put words together. He just... couldn't. Killjoy ended up just staring at the Beta female and the Scout that had found her.

He took in a deep breath, startling himself out of his trance-like presence.

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"Um." Blue eyes flicked to Xola. "How is the herb supply? I think that Rags needs a lot more help then I do. I can function." He assured her. His wandering eyes found themselves on Hymir.

He walked close to the male, and leaned into his ear so that only he could hear.

"I must thank you for bring back our fearless Beta." The whisper left his mouth like fog, it was there, but barely. He straightened up, and looked at Rags again, his mind, and heart back where they belonged. She was in awful condition.

What happened to her? His eyes shone with a ever-so small glint of saddness. Last time he'd seen her, she'd been so strong, and seemed that she could take anything down. He sighed again, these predators were getting a bit much, and he was loosing packmates that he couldn't afford to loose. They would just have to fight back.