Hondo l Male l Beta l Eastern l M: Killjoy, Group by the river

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Hondo was lying just outside ofbthe medic den. He was about to fall asleep when Killjoy burst out of the den, hobbling towards the woods. "Killjoy..." Was all he said before the alpha was gone in the woods. Something had to be wrong. Hondo got to his paws and bounded after Killjoy. It wasnt long before he could see the alpha malr by the river. He was about to follow Killjoy when he heard a twig snap behind him, then he heard voices farther along down the river. The scent suddenly registered in his mind. Cougar. He was about to rush towards the voices when he heard a low snarl from that direction. A tan pelt with gleaming, bloodthirsty gold eyes pushed its way through the brambles. His mind raced. There were injured wolves needed help that way, Killjoy was in the river, and the cougar in front of him. He had to protect his pack, himself, his alpha, and those wolves further down the river. The cougar opened is jaws, and was flexing his claws. Hondo returned a low growl and snapped his jaws at the cougar. He then, in what seemed like a stilupid move, ran up and claws the cougar in the face. He then turned tail and ran away from camp, the injured wolves, and Killjoy. He spribted through the undergrowth, coming up on the edge if the riverbank, where surely Killjoy could see him. With the cougar still hot on gis hunches, he sprinted towards Raven camp. He then veered towards tge river. But with every stride, the cougar breath got hotter on his hunches. Suddenly gleaming metal came in front of him. Traps! He luckily jumped over the first one. Vut tumbled and fell into a sexond farther up. Hondo was trapped. Pain rushed up his foreleg. He howled in pain. Hopefully someone would hear him.

Quilo || 3 Years, 5 Months || Male || Strays United Guard || M: Loki, Shadow, Icicle

Quilo never really liked being laughed at after one of his “clumsy spells.” To him, it typically seemed as though the one laughing was, in a way, making fun of him. That they saw him as nothing more than a bumbling and stumbling form of entertainment… But he couldn’t help but laugh along with the scavenger behind him, as embarrassed as he was. His previous actions had been just the right amount of “silly” and “outrageous” that he couldn’t help but find them hilarious. That, and he – as per usual – just enjoyed the fact that he could make another laugh.

When the collie began to answer his previous question (from back at the camp), the husky listened intently. He stood to face him, his gaze focused and bright. He had never heard about such a role. A “medic.” Just goes to show that he had a lot to learn about this new way of life… Including how the role of “medic” actually worked.

“Really? That’s cool. Never met a magic dog before,” he grins a shining and innocent smile, tongue lolling to the side in glee. His tail wagged behind him as he waited for any more possible information on the role, but earned none.

Instead, Loki moved on to the task at hand as well as his second question. The mutt watched on as he looked around, trying to find what they were looking for. It did not take him long apparently, as he began to trot off in a specific direction and called over his shoulder for the younger canine to follow. Doing as he was told, he slowly pads his way over to the red-pelted male, looking over his shoulder to see what he was going on. The moss was located against a tree that had been nearby, and appeared to be steadily growing up its sides. This patch looked a lot healthier than anything he’d ever seen before following the pack into the woods.

The white and black pelted male watches as the canine before starts to paw at the moss, scratching off a few smaller pieces. He then begins to pick up what he can of the clumps of vegetation he had torn off, likely getting ready for whatever the next step was. Quilo tilts his head as he watches the experienced male’s movements, studying the position of his paws and the way they pressed into their surface. He mulls over this information as he observes him grabbing the bits of moss, prepared to try it himself when he has a chance.

Sure enough, Loki would soon move away from the tree and head towards the water. The husky mix takes his place at the tree once there was room and begins to study it. Slowly, he lifts his paw up to the tree – pressing his pad against the surprisingly lush and soft moss. His paw stays there for only a moment or two before he drives it down, using his claws to shave off a rather large piece of moss.

At his success, the guard puffs up his chest in pride. He had actually learned something new! Though, he didn’t have the time to truly revel in his success. He still had more to do, after all. Readjusting his posture, he leaned down and gingerly grabbed the wad of moss and “dirt” he had torn from the tree with his front teeth. Its taste was horrid. Never before had something touched his tongue that he could not stomach. Yet here he was, softly glaring down at the excuse of vegetation as though it had hurt him in some manner.

Taking a peak over his shoulder, he spies the collie mix waiting for him at the river’s edge. He was quick to join him, trotting over to stand by his side. Once again, he carefully looks on as the scavenger shows him the ropes – bending down to wet the moss and let it soak for a second or two. Picking his head up, the more experienced member instructs him to meet back at camp when he had done the same. Without another word, he watches the almost fox-like being head to their base of operation.

After a second or two of staring, the icy-eyed fellow goes to mimic his “mentor’s” actions once more. Bending down, he goes to dip his moss into the water… only to go too fast and dump his entire snout into the cool liquid, earning himself a nose full of water. The husky lifts his head up as quickly as he puts it in, sneezing out what remains of the substance from his nose. Oh, how it burned.

Completely a rather long sneezing fest, he stares down at the water with a slight glare – thinking of a different approach. It does not take too much time for him to come up with something. Using his tongue, Quilo adjusts the bundle of moss to the side of his jaw – being mindful to not break it. Looking back at the water, he proceeds to tilt his head to the side and carefully drives the moss into the water to soak. Mission success.

He stays in that position for a little longer than Loki did, just to ensure that he got as much water as he could. Or, he would have. But something caught his attention. A small giggle. It was a bit far off, but still noticeable.

His head shoots up at the sound, and he looks around wildly for any sign of life. There, on the other side of the river, stood a figure which he swears was not there before. The guard’s ears perk up at the sight. It was a large, dark-pelted wolf. And, on their back, was a small canine. One he had never seen before, but had heard of (much like wolves).

Oh, what was it called? A fox? Yeah, a fox!... I think.

Thinking nothing of any potential danger he could currently be in, Quilo begins to wag his tail at the sudden entrance. His icy eyes shone warmth, energy, and the possibility of friendship. His muscles weren’t tense in the slightest, being rather lax in appearance.

“Hello there! My name’th Quilo. What’s your nameth?”

The annoyed face from the fox that Kimulimuli saw in the corner of his eye practically assured his idea that the other fox equally disliked him. Then, he started blabbering saying Kena was annoying and he doesn't need anyone and blah. "Makena is not annoyin'. Would ya like dem eyes bein' gone?" Muli growled as he turned his head towards the white fox, then noticing how he was beginning to be overprotective of the female. He knew she could defend herself, but he didn't want to risk it.

Shaking his head around, his long fur waved around until he stopped and began to lick his jaws. Then, he leaned down and began to lick his paw, which began to sting like crazy when he did and made him wince at the pain. The expected taste of blood was no longer there, which was good, but seeing the disgusting holes where the monster's teeth jammed in, was not good. It was probably enough to make you loose your appetite.

The white fox known as Frost began to suggest that he go and check on his pack, and Muli immediately opened his mouth to agree. "Yes, yes. Go ahead. Dey're probably very worried about ya." He quickly agreed, and was preparing to party when the fox left to make a dramatic welcome to Makena when she got back.

Illusion watched Malicia out of the corner of his eyes as he lead the group back to the camp. He sighed, and put his head down. Of course this would happen so close to winter, they needed all of their wolves to be strong.

His large paws stepped on the frozen ground, it was getting cold, he could feel it through his thick coat. A snowflake landed on his nose, causing him to sneeze. He licked his nose and looked at the limping wolves behind him. Raven wolves were such trouble.

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When they reached camp, he looked into Xola's den.

"Hey Xola, we need your help." He said before going and sitting down to watch, his coat fluffed up.

Hondo l Male l Beta l Eastern l M: Night, Group by River (ind)

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Hondo grimaced as the alpha male got his leg out of the trap. He was an amazing fighter, and had luckily came by when he did. Hondo stood up, flexing his paw, and stopping when pain rushed up his leg. He bowed down at the Alpha's question. "I am Hondo, Beta Male of the Eastern Pack." He said, "Once I learned abiut the attack at the river I rushed down to help. Thats where I met that guy," he said, gesturing to the dead cougar in the trap. "I knew he'd go back and brought matters into my own paws and led him away. I didnt know about the traps in the area and got trapped in one. Thanks again." He said, giving a respectful nod of the head, but also kept his tail raised high. He hobbled around to the direction of the injured wolves. "They are that way." He said, "I'll come with you if you'd like." He said, grimicing as more pain came from his leg.

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Anora l Female l Hunter l Raven l M: Group by the river

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Anora couldnt really take in her surroundings, as her legs propelled her forward at amazing speeds, causing thebworld around her to be a blur. She relyed on the scent of River, and the faint murmur of the flowing river ahead. She came to the bank and out if the brush, making her seem to go faster. To anyone looking it would seem like a black blur zoominh by. She started to hear voices of itger wolves, and knew it had to be that way. She waded in the river, getting her slightly wet. Then she shot out like a rocket, towards the sounds. Eventually, she found them, she went up to River and asked, "Is everything ok?" Her voiced sounding a little worried.

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Brute l Male l Beta l Raven l M: Night, Willow, Sundown

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Brute moved out of the way as Night ran past him. He was going to say something, but it was no use, the Alpha male was already gone. He turned back to Willow. "Its okay," he reassured her, "He'll listen later, there are much more urgent matters. We need to take you to see Sundown, he needs to see to your paw." He then nudged Willow affectionately and started walking towards Sundown's den.

(Sorry about his short post XD)