Jarek | M | Pack Member | M: Willow

The golden brute was sleeping soundly in his deep slumber of that was blissful and full of dreams of wolves desires.. Maybe his. A life supply of salmon and the sun that always shine and clear night skies. His long curly golden whisps of fur that was getting tangled on the moss and leaves underneath that will cause a disturbance to him later when he realizes. He felt a lick on his cheek and Willow say something to him. He peaked one eye open at the young she wolf and barks, " Murnin' maybe like a couple more minutes." He let out a deep yawn and covered his eyes with his large paws.

He was little concerned and dumbfounded from the sudden affection that Willow expressed to him. The days were usally Willow and him seperate and not a simple word to each other. He was little scornful and bitter at her for that. He was nothing but nice to her, but if he would do the same thing he would be corrected and upset all of females in the pack. He groaned and rolled over his back wiggling aroung the moss and he rolls back over. He slowly gets up and thought of a wicked idea but he knew he couldn't act on it due to how hypocrite it was. He just wanted Willow to make her feel a little ounce of he felt. Rejected, bitter, and hurt. But he needed to be bigger man, but he hated his heart being played like it was nothing. He shook his head that traveled down his large muscular body to release all the tiredness and moss out of his fur and self. He wouldn't do that to her, he will just have to have her play his game. She wants his love, she's got to earn it. None of this tomfoolery she's playing that hurts others. The long game of making her earn his love and testing out her jealousy..

Willow | F | Pack Member| Mentions: Jarek

Distance | M | Pup | M: Moth (mentioned in dream)

He was running.

He wasn't running from anything, nor was he running after anything. He... just loved the strange feeling of it. Maybe, if he decided not to be a fighter, he could be a hunter. He was fast enough for that, too, but the thrill of fighting enticed him more.

He brushed away his thoughts as he pranced through the forest. There was nothing to be afraid of here. No predators could catch him if he ran fast enough, and there weren't going to be any blizzards in a warm season like this. Not even his parents could chase him down - who else could?

Okay, well, maybe someone as fast as Moth could, but that didn't matter.

He kept running, partly aware of the scent of all of the other juveniles that were accompanying him. He'd have to thank them later. Tonight's adventure was thrilling to him, and he was more than grateful that they'd taken the time to persuade him not to be afraid - that as long as he ran fast and didn't stop, nothing could put him in danger.

He'd be fine, he told himself as he kept running. The wind rustling against his pelt and whistling in his ears reassured him, and the familiar feeling of firm but gentle dirt beneath his paws only pushed him forwards. He didn't seem to be out of breath at all, and exhaustion didn't mean anything to him - it never had to begin with.

Then, he noticed that the smell of the other juveniles who'd brought him on the rebellious adventure were... fading away. He halted, sniffing the air, but their scents disappeared into the cool breeze. He couldn't locate them.

Drat. Whatever. As long as he ran fast enough, nothing could put him in danger -

There was the smell of something sharp and metallic.

He startled. What was that smell? It seemed to be drifting from a... a clearing? No - there was another sound.

He perked his ears. There was a trickling sound - distant, but it was there alright. He wandered towards it instinctively, although his nose screamed for him to turn back as the metallic smell increased drastically.

The river opened up to him, silky water carving through the forest in the embrace of the moonlight. Suddenly thirsty, he eagerly leaned forward and took a huge gulp of water, but... something tasted off.

Then he turned around and saw - he saw - he saw......

Distance woke up with a start.

The dream always ended there. It always ended there, no matter what he tried to do to make it progress. There was just that empty section in his mind, a void yet to be filled by the dream. He was curious, and he wanted to know what the dream was hiding from him, but... he was scared. What secret was he keeping from himself?

Distance blinked away the exhaustion from his eyes, and instantly the sunlight blinded him. Sunlight. How strange. The warmth of spring seemed to remind him of the reassuring wind in the dream, something he wished to feel again, yet he was also afraid of it.

Distance yawned and paced out into the clearing. Nevermind the dream. His throat was screaming with thirst, and he decided to fulfill its wishes. Instead of drinking from the nearest river bend, which was closest to the nursery, Distance chose to drink by the waterfall. Even he had no idea why. It was instinctive, almost... but he wondered if it had to do with the river in the dream. That strange taste in the water. He didn't want to know what it was.

Forget the dream, he told himself. You'll figure out what happened sooner or later.

Keanu - 5yrs - Male - Pack Member

Alpine - 1.9 yrs - Male - Juvenile

Kalevala | F | Pack Member | M: open

Kalevala has been movingthrough the shadows and darkness of the night. Her time of moving and running for the her life and her hidden life. The darkness of Kalevala that slaughtered and caused destruction without knowing the culprit. She hasn't been home for a couple weeks taking up the orders of Malakai. The cold cruel alpha male that took her under his corrupt wing. She has no recollection of why he would. The nights of sparring and lessons to be everyone's nightmare.. The dark angel that will save you or be your downfall. Her mission was to eliminate an opposing pack members alpha and his offsprings, spy on another pack, and brutally slaughter and inure wolves from another pack without being caught. Her short terms of life all she has known is death and blood. And all from her own doing...

The stench of fear and cries of others in the morning discovering the fallen of loved ones from something like a ghost. Kalevala continued on through the dark with determination with cold fog exhaling from her mouth. The season of spring has started to branch out to others. Kalevala a dark colored wolf was drenched in mud, barbs and thorns. Then an unpleasant presence of blood and death stench with her coat matted with dried crimson around her paws and jaws. A wild look in her eyes as she is alone in the wilderness to not be found. Her muscles begged and screamed for her to rest, but she will not become defeated as she fought her way home. Though what was really left for her at home... A mother, father, and brother. A family that will start to drift on their own as they grow older. Vala had no love or pairing as she was chosen for a life to bear loneliness and to carry unspeakable acts.

Kalevala realized that sun has started to awake and the skies were painted with purple and blues. She wanted to stop and admire the beauty but she had little more to go. She could smell the pack territory. She pinned her ears to her head with anguish and anger as she has to face everyone again. People may ask how her travels was and how the missions are like. A burden... Not a choice for her.. She was coerced and trained hard with many bloody fights with Malakai. Her stone cold blue eyes looked out in front of her to examine the territory for any border patrol.

Kalevala took a deep breath for confidence and took her first step and carried herself with confidence and fierce determination. Her appearance has changed with more wild look to her and crazed of blood soaking her maw and paws. Her blue eyes were stone cold and fierce and she entered the camp seeing everyone awake. Everyone looked different to her and happy or so what they look. She had carried the head of the alpha wolf to sent to kill. She dropped it in front of the rockpile of Malakai with vicious look toward Malakai.

Inclementia

The Alpha Female | Female | 5.5 Years | Mentions: Malaki, Kalevala Her Children, Her Packmates [ind/dir]

The pale colored female slowly rose in from her slumber. Her ears back in an annoyed manner - she was lacking the warmth of her mate and she was irritated by this. He didn't even have the decency to let her know he was leaving the den, and she gave a slight growl of irritation. It made her look incompetent and uncaring that she slept in whole her mate was already up and about the pack. She yawned, her sharp pearly canines on display as she ran her salmon-hued tongue against them. And she noted her children weren't with them either and gave a small huff of annoyance at this. Did no one have the decency to wake her. She may be pregnant but that wasn't a reason for her to slack off. And so she made her way out the den, and shook her coat off. Holding herself with regal posture, she scanned the crowd to see that most of the pack was beginning to stir awake which was good. However, she frowned as she noted that neither Beta was to be seen up - hopefully they were doing something important, otherwise they would face a stern talking to from the dame.

She was going to greet her mate when Kalevala came up with an interesting object. It was a head, the head of an leader of another pack. Oh good heavens, what a mess she inwardly thought - though her outward expression remained placid. She looked at the blood on the young female and gave a soft hum, as she dug her claw in the head and batted it with slight amusement. The poor male was a fool, and had been in the way. "Hmm, Malaki - if you wanted to get rid of him, shouldn't you have consulted me first- darling. I know you like your secrets and plots, but so do I. And I can't clean up your messes if I don't know about them, and this will be so troublesome to deal with." And she gave a dramatic sigh as she batted the head to Malaki's feet. "Males, always so messy when disposing of things and leaving us ladies to fix their messes. Tch." She gave an irritated scoff.

Then taking a breath she looked at Kalevala, " Sweetheart, would you be a dear and wash up in the stream. It's unslightly for a girl such as yourself to be stained with blood and surely it's uncomfortable." And she licked the females face, the metallic taste of blood on her lips as she rumbled softly and gave a gentle nudge to the younger dame, "go on, shoo. Get cleaned up, and next time - try not to make such a display of such a thing. Not everyone can stomach swing . . . . limbs and children are present, dearest."

And she paused for a moment before narrowing her golden eyes and walking atop the rock and lounging on it. Her eyes relaxing as she sat, "Now, could someone please tell me where exactly the hell, my Beta Male and Female are? Because I do not see them." She crooned sweetly, though everyone would know she was not pleased or happy in the slightest - though her outward demeanor spoke otherwise. "Because we need a hunt organized and the juveniles need to do some training." She spoke evenly, and business like. Her head tilted upwards as she looked down on the crowd.

She wanted answers and she wanted them now.