Kaido | M | 5 | Hunter | Mentions: Aspen, Feather

Kaido grunted, releasing his hold on the deer. With some of the best, huh? Although the statement had its appeal, he had never been one to invest heavily in titles. He'd been called many things before, some more flattering than others. "The strongest" was one of them. And what did it do for him? Put a target on his back and turned more than a few places hostile to his very name. But at the end of the day, might ruled over all, and as he eventually wiped out all those that came for him, leaving behind only the arrogant—or rather foolish—weaklings to contend with, one thing became clear: being "the strongest" was no fun.

He would surpass them all one day, his superiors. His ambition would settle for no less. As far as he was concerned, it was inevitable. But he also knew it would not be easy in the slightest, and he welcomed that with open arms. One day he would surpass them, but until then, he could bide his time, pushing himself against those stronger than him.

Despite what some might think what with his hunger for adversity and open hostility to weakness, Kaido had never truly sized up most of the pack, nor was he about to start. He saw no reason to. The Alphas and Leads were strong, as were the rest of his superiors. He'd acknowledged that from day one. Those that were above him had the might to back it up, and those that were not knew their place, more or less. As he'd grown stronger, the order had fallen into place around him. He would disrupt that order, but his superiors were not his opponents.

That doesn't mean you should let it go to your head. Kaido echoed the Senior Hunter's words to himself, holding back a light chuckle. Although the saw the wisdom in the older male's words, it was nothing new. Aspen may be older but Kaido had seen enough to know that the past did not dictate the future. Strength alone meant nothing and the greatest could fall at any time. These truths had been etched into his being.

His yellow eyes followed Aspens gaze into the forest, failing to spot what the older male had but picking up on his unease. But when the Senior Hunter turned back to him, he trusted his judgment to ignore it for now. "Skill means nothing if you lack the sense to use it," he scoffed. "And I'd rather not waste years of my life beating it into him," he added, brushing off the hypocrisy. He moved to leave when he heard someone else's footsteps, his ears turning to the sound, head soon trailing after. Feather. A queen, formerly a Hunter. Kaido nodded a greeting. "All this guy," he said, gesturing to Aspen with his muzzle. "Would've been more if Sentinels knew to be quiet during a hunt." With that he took his leave, wanting no more idle chat. The darkness of the Hunter's den was all that more appealing in contrast to the bright summer day and lackluster morning hunt.

Aero || Male || 5 || Sentinel || M: Shia & Sadie

Sleep was a treasure in the lives of most wild animals – a fleeing treasure that was a blessing to obtain without death looming over one’s shoulder. Few could ever truly obtain it, having adapted to life of a light-sleep – startling at the slightest of shifts in the environment – or being tough enough to barely bat an eye in the face of potential danger. Those too weak could only ever dream of reaching such a status, but thankfully, the black mass of fur slumbering away within his designated den was not one of those.

The sentinel den was quaint and peaceful now that all had left it (all but one that is), being void of the shuffling of early birds and noisy wakers. A soft warm breeze could be felt making its way into the den, worming its curious tendrils into the enclosed area and tickling the moss and leafage that resided inside. Slinking past the moss neatly decorating the floor, the small brush of wind just barely reaches the remaining sentinel residing in the den – gently fluttering the fur of his cheeks and ears. The rise and fall of his chest almost beat in time with the caressing of the late-morning breezing, rising whenever it touched and falling when it swiftly fled.

Taking a slightly larger breath than before, the dark pelted male adjusted his head to the smallest degree – tilting it to lay on its right cheek before releasing a steady stream of air, rustling the moss beneath his nostrils. His pelt was pleasantly warm thanks to the linger beams of light straying into the den, but in just enough shade in order to not overheat. It was enjoyable to the young wolf, who was quite content on just laying there for another round of “five more minutes” in order to soak it all in.

A disturbance, pushing his head a tad further to the side and ruffling the once smooth fur of his muzzle. His eyes tightened at the touch, not pleased by the interruption but knowing well enough who it was not to be annoyed (which was already an unlikely occurrence). A sleepy grumble left his mouth in retaliation to the “rude” awakening, followed by a relenting huff once the licking started. His ears flicked at the feeling of his mate’s tongue, unhappy with the change of moisture that came with the action. A half-hearted “I’m up. I’m up” flowed from him as he curled tighter on himself, hoping for just one more minute of rest. His was, much to his glee, soon granted to him… Except he no longer felt tired.

A soft and amused sigh left him as he shifted once more, uncurling from his “protective” ball and finally accepting his fate of getting started with his day. An earlier riser was something that Aero was not, and likely never would be. He despised the act of getting up earlier than necessary, and slept in as much as he could whenever he got the chance. It wasn’t that he was precisely lazy – truthfully being anything but – he just had a poor habit of staying up a bit too late in order to guard the camp. Especially since the arrival of his darling Sadie. He had to ensure that all was secure before sleeping himself, lest something terrible happen to both his little one and his beloved. Not the healthiest practice, but one he would be keeping up what would likely be the majority of his life.

Rising to his feet, the bulky male gives his contrasting pelt a good shake – relieving it of any unwanted moss before releasing a big, wide-mouthed yawn in hopes or ridding himself of any leftover drowsiness. Slowly blinking his still heavy eyes, he proceeds to meander his way out of the den, mulling over the route his morning walk would be taking this time. Except, upon exiting the den, he is greeted with the delightful sight of his darling girls. A smile makes his way onto his face as he treads his way over to the duo, softly butting heads with his mate at his arrival and sitting down beside her. Without a second thought, he proceeds to reach out a paw towards Sadie – scooping his young daughter up with a paw and pulling her in as a sort of a hug.

“How are my two girls doing this morning,” he eyes – once focused on Sadie – flicker up towards those of Shia, “fine, I hope?”

Brute l 3 l Male l Hunter l M: Kaido, Night

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Brute took a deep breath, he gave a flick of his tail in annoyance, before going off by hinself. The hunting party didnt show up, except for Kaido. He'd get more prey by himself, as with Kaido his emotuons ran high. With a shake of his coat he cleared his mind, and focused on the hunt.

He decided to hunt for most of the day, capturing two squirrels and a rabbit. He was on the trail of a second rabbit, he could see his prey in front if him. His eyes narrowed and his mouth started to water. He stalked the rabbit until he was almost on top of it. Its scebt flooded his nose and mouth. He was about to pounce when all of a sudden, it ran away spooked, yet he hadbt made a single noise. He cocked his head in confusion. Suddenly he heard the crack of lightning. He looked up tiwards the sky, shocked to see nothing but blue sky. Then a violet flash weaved across the sky, turning into gold as it ended. The ground around him seemed to buzz, and a shock courses his coyote colored body. He looked at his paws, which became semi translucent. Was he a ghost? He ears started ringing, and suddenly his gaze turned purple. (A flash of light blue light appeared as he teleported, and when he reappeared)

Next thing he knew, he was sitting next to his fellow packmate Night. The forest around him felt normal, but Night looked different. His tail for one was gone, his back was, wait orange? His eyes showed everything. He looked Night up and down. He felt stupid for asking, "Night what happened to You?" He then looked around and said, "How did I get Here?" He panted, a crazed look in His eyes. In front of his semi translucent paws was a small puddle. He looked taken aback as his eyes were a brightbpruple, and he could see through his body.