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Rocky||5||Omega Mt||Mention: Clovis, Berengar, Larkspur ... Rocky lowered his head at Clovis' reaction, well, this was humiliating. He wished he could remember, he wished he didn't forget every little thing. He was slightly confused though, Clovis didn't seem annoyed, frustrated or even symapathetic, she purely acted dissapointed. Why? Why was she so dissapointed that he'd forgoten? It kinda made sense but it wasn't most wolves first reaction, most were angry, annoyed, frustrated or sympathetic but apparentaly not Clovis. Rocky watched her for a second as she lowered her tail, she almost appeared embarrased, or maybe that was just him? Shaking his head slightly to clear his mind Rocky heard the alpha. ... Yawning slightly he listened to his call tilting his head so that his good ear was nearer the noise. From what he heard, there was a meeting, as usual and the pack was being summoned. He glanced around and saw the others well... just Clovis heading away and he hastened to catch up, padding along a bit behind the female as not to look desperate. ... Once they had reached the pond Rocky glanced around. A few wolves had already appeared and possitioned themselves. He spotted Clovis close by and his heart leapt. She was looking at him. Him! Trying to hide his excitement Rocky padded over to her, watching her actions for meaning. Maybe it was because it was what he wanted to hear or... see, Rocky wondered if she was signalling for him to join her, he didn't know what else she could mean. Hoping he was correct Rocky trotted over and settled down beside her, cocking his head at her to check he was right. |
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Night | Male | Omega Mt. Pack | Omega | M: Berengar, Pack Members, Ash Night was resting when he heard nervous paws coming close. He opened his right eye before raising his head to look at the wolf. Ash, he was pretty sure that was her name. A bit skittish, he had never talked to her before. Considering she was trying to creep past him, he realized he was in front of her den. Oops. At that moment, Berengar called the pack together over at the pond. He got up, blinking calmly at the female before giving her a small smile. He was trying not to scare the poor thing, but he could tell she was already shaken.
Instead of walking towards her, he took a small detour walking in a circle around her. Maybe his size was scaring her, there was no helping that though. He walked slowly over to the pond before settling down nearby. The pack was gathering and he could see Rocky and Clovis together to one side. Lynx was standing on a rock slightly over them. A rustle in the bushes made him look closer to see a pup form disappear. Determined little pup. Night smiled to himself before looking around once more. Fleur and Larkspur was still in the camp, no doubt ready to start over.
Night turned his attention to his alpha, flicking his tail. He waited for him to begin. He already knew he wouldn't be assigned to a hunting patrol which was fine. He couldn't bite the prey nor keep up with the hunt. Hmm...maybe patrol? He shook away his thoughts, it wouldn't be long now. |
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.;Ash/4 yrs/Mountain pack/pack member ... Silver eyes watched the brute leave with ill-disguised relief. As the male padded around her, Ash's eyes followed, just in case. Wow your paranoid Ash. And she was, she knew she was, she wasn't exactly good at hiding it and between that and the anxiety etc, she was a complete emotional wreck. .., To be honest Ash didn't know why this wolf was the omega, apart from his leg he appeared perfectly capable of ripping her limb from furry limb. Obviously she hadn't paid enough attention to her fellow pack members, but still, some were seemingly murderous. ... Anyway, there was no point in dwelling on it, she wasn't dead that's all that mattered. Ash slowly spun around to face the pond in the distance and began to carefully pad towards it. ... Ash contemplated what task she would be assigned, she may seem useless and weak, well, she kinda was the latter, but there was one thing that Ash could do and she was thankful for it. The female could track, I mean everyone's good at something right? And Ash was real good at tracking, she didn't know how good, she'd never been able to compare herself to others, but she knew she was good and hoped that she was up there somewhere. ... So she assumed that she might get put on a patrol or hunt, probably partnered with someone who could handle combat, fighting and all that stuff. Hunting she could handle alone but she wouldn't be able to kill as quick as other wolves and might not handle larger prey. Patrols were alright, as long as she had someone with her, she was great at finding intruders, just not at fighting them. Well, hopefully the alpha knew she wasn't completely useless. ... Excitement coursed through the she-wolf, she hoped that she would be able to prove herself soon. ... Soon Ash was at the pond, anxiety began to fill her once again as she looked around, a fair few wolves had already turned up, maybe half the pack? Hopefully the rest would be here soon, she really wanted to know what she'd be doing. Small paws aositioned themselves slightly away from the rest of the wolves and sat down, ears alert and eyes watchfull. |
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Larkspur || Omega Mountain Pack || M: Fleur, Rocky, Clovis, Berengar, Others She blinked gratefully to Clovis and moved in closer to the group, not really intending to speak. Rather, she would slowly integrate herself into the conversation, as she always did. But, alas, she had showed up to the party just in time for the alpha to call his meeting. Ah, well. There would be time to mingle later; now, it was time to serve the pack. Larkspur placed herself with her good ear towards Berengar. While her body faced the alpha directly, her head was facing almost perpendicular. Her paws itched to be doing something, and her interest had been piqued. Who knew what they would all be doing? It seemed to change on the daily; everyone did their share of everything. The tawny female side-eyed Berengar, her face moving slightly closer to his direction. She had decided long ago that staring out in a random direction that was not the wolf talking to her was awkward and unsettling for everyone. So, her eye contact was twisted from a distance and her ear was in charge. Larkspur thought of her options. A patrol would be nice. Almost relaxing. They were usually uneventful, as the pack was relatively well-hidden and those who did know of their presence left them alone for fear of catching omega cooties. Patrols were usually quiet and uneventful. Hunts were fun; she enjoyed those, too. The chases after smaller prey were necessary for her survival, if nobody else's, but she would hunt larger prey with a group. The problem with the latter scenario was her allergies. After each of those kinds of hunts, Larkspur had to hunker down for a few hours and wait for the painful swelling in her throat and chest to go down. She focused once more on Berengar and silenced her mind, placing her attentions upon the colorful male. |
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