The little things; [open]

[appios ']

The male was determined to focus not on questions, but on the result. Why he had come to such a quiet and lonely place, he didn't know. If quiet came, the questions came with, but maybe it was time to answer them. Fulfill whatever they were trying to in the hope that they would go afterwards. Would they lead to a better understanding--

This was ridiculous! Why would he be questioning if not for dissatisfaction for his position right at the moment? Why else would he be questioning everything he had worked for, even if he was a mere soldier. Why else would he be sitting here-- defying whatever questions came to mind with a simple thought. That he didn't need to be rambling when he could be doing other things. Any other thing. And yet here he sat. Maybe to distance himself from the regular pack life, and to let himself feel what it felt like to be completely alone by a choice. He still had that nagging thought in the back of his head; it plagued him like the cold wind that ruffled his thick white fur. It was that he belonged to the pack-- the Alphess. He didn't have a life outside of that one, and it was how he liked it. No friendships meant that he had less to keep up with. They were just one big, huge, machine. Endlessly working, endlessly obeying. Wasn't that all there was to a pack life? Or was he simply not piecing together something in his mind? What wasn't clicking? Friendships?

There the brute sat, with fur being ruffled by the cold wind, and black eyes never-ending with questions that would never be uttered to any wolf in the pack. His tail lay curled where he sat, and his ears were pricked to attention. The perfect soldier...correct? But what about a wolf? No, he failed utterly at being a wolf. It wasn't that he never tried-- he simply didn't know. And frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to after seeing so many friendships gone haywire. It was simply too risky, but wasn't that what friends were? Risky? You trusted them, and they, in return, normally returned it. And if they didn't? Then you were tossed to the side like old dogs.

All wolves were the same, were they not? All leaders were the same. They all wanted the world to themselves, and to not share it with anyone. They all had ambition, and, maybe that was what he was feeling. Maybe that was why he growled in defiance, and had this queasy feeling deep in his stomach. It was why he wanted to be like the rest. These questions-- they were normal, weren't they? So therefore, he dismissed them with a mere twitch of his tail.

Easy, oh-so-easy. And now he was back to his average self, wasn't he? Cynical, loyal, obedient. Maybe he could be friendly if wolves got past those things. Maybe he could be friendly, and have one of those things called friendships. But for now? For now, he would simply wait here, and wait for other wolves to come.

At this, his stomach grumbled its complaint, and the brute automatically flicked his black, empty eyes around the empty, crumbling, old arena. He knew there was nothing but lizards, which was odd, but maybe it was due to the fact that the ground seemed to be stained red by the stories he heard. Once upon a time (long, long, long ago), humans used to fight here with long, sharp things that were sharpened to a tip. And now it seemed as if the ground kept the animals away from the entire area. As if the souls of the humans were wailing, and the wolf couldn't hear. As if the lower prey species could hear more. They could hear the wails and the screams. They echoed throughout the cleared area, and continued without cease.

If you believed that kind of stuff, of course. Most likely it was because it was an enclosed area, and any prey that came in would be trapped by predators. So you had the idea that the trapped souls here were keeping away the prey, or the more practical idea of being trapped if they came in here. He was more inclined to believe the second option, but he was open to anything, really. If it happened to be trapped humans, so be it. Their souls, anyway. There was no more humans on the earth, since they had eradicated themselves long ago. In wanting power, they had gained the title of being extinct, as wolves had almost been. Or so he had been told.

Yawning widely, the male finally succumbed to being lazy. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do, no one to answer to at the moment. Therefore, even if his instinct told him to go under the shade to rest, the male lay himself down like a sphinx, with his paws in front, and his back legs ready to propel himself forward just in case. He wasn't such a fool as to lay himself with his belly open to all. He wasn't in his own pack's territory, and therefore, had no right to relax.

Black eyes carefully piercing seemingly into every little blade of grass, anyone could tell Appios was a very alert wolf. But he was relaxed for his own standards. He wasn't standing/sitting, he was, instead, laying himself down on the stiff grass and snow. He had no right to simply fall asleep on the cold snow and nearly-dead grass, now did he?

But he knew he would have to leave soon to get back to a pack life-- back to food, orders, and leadership. All of which he didn't mind one bit. But all of those also equaled that those questions would come back in force. Bombarding him with the 'whys' the 'what ifs', and the most irritating of all 'how comes'. So why did he go back? Why, it was the only home and 'family' he had ever known. Obedience was second nature, and the only thing he could do with excellence. He could execute orders that were given to him with the same precision one does with the alpha/alphess picking which piece of the prey everyone gets.

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music[/color]; Thrice- Open Water
The Showdown- Spitting in the Wind
The Showdown- Temptation come my Way
The Showdown- Breath of the Swamp
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notes[/color]; Ack, it sucks, but it was the best I could do for a starter post.
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[timber]

Since gaining the rank of Wolverine commander Alder had felt the need to work himself harder than ever. He wasn’t foolish enough to let such a position slip away. That morning he had gotten up early to continue surveying the Raekering landscape, when he was done with that he decided he would try and track down the only other warrior in the pack. He knew of Appios from Zatenya but had yet to meet the other member of the wolverine regiment. He supposed he could have waited until the next pack meeting but that would have made it seem as if he didn’t care about his new rank.

Unfortunately for Alder finding this brute was proving to be a bit of a challenge. He had been following the trail that he was almost certain belonged to the wolf he was looking for but it was leading him farther and farther from the pack lands. On the up side he knew the unclaimed lands well, having spent much of his life as a lone wolf. Ahead he could make out the ruins of the coliseum the brute glanced up at it for a moment before putting his nose to the ground once more and continuing towards the old human structure in the distance. Why would Appios leave the pack land to come to such a desolate place?

When it came to making friends Alder did alright, he was likable enough and he meant well but he didn’t go about coddling everyone. He was a little rougher around the edges than that but what else could be expected of someone who had spent so much time alone? When the dark colored male made it to the ruins he didn’t slow down for even a moment, he knew where he was going. He strode up to the entrance to the arena “Appios!?” he called, his deep voice echoed loudly all through the coliseum. He didn’t sound angry, after all he was hoping to form some kind of comradeship with the other brute but his voice had certain assertiveness about it.

[[Copperyn]]

Lexington had set out early in the day, for once actually having something to do besides sit around and think. The three-legged male was tall and lanky, everything about him long, from his muzzle to his legs to his carefully-groomed fur. Large ears atop the healer's head swiveled this direction and that, catching noises, and he moved with a bizarre, waltzing gait that would have looked almost like a dance, if it were not so carefully economical a movement that there could have been nothing frivolous or dance-like about it.

Traveling the lands was a slower process for Lex than most of his four-legged kin. He could walk with ease, and this strange variation of a lope was almost as effective as the real thing, if a bit more tiring in the long run. However, the snow was a hindrance - his route had to be continuously altered, forsaking directness for easier terrain - avoiding deep drifts and following tree lines meant his trip to the stadium took quite a bit longer than it should have.

Lexington rarely left the Valkyr packlands in the winter months for exactly this reason, however, early winter always meant at least one trip to restore his supply of herbs before the truly horrendous weather set in. Not everything he needed could be found in Valkyr lands, and one particular plant he needed was reliably found here.

As the soot-grey male neared the coliseum, he detected the scents of other wovles. A booming voice echoed around the amphitheatre-like structure, calling out an unfamiliar name. Lex wrinkled his noise - Raekerin wolves. Males.

Although he could travel and hunt relativley well, the tripod had no illusions about his fighting abilities. His main tactic when it came to battling other members of his species was avoid it like the plague - actually, on further thought, that was a bad way to put it - as a healer, if a plague were ever to sweep the packlands, he'd probably do everything but avoid it. He stood for a moment, outside the outer wall of the abandoned structure, thinking. But no - he couldn't leave. That would mean his entire trip had been fruitless, and he'd have to return later, probably in worse weather. The snow barely dusted the ground here, luckily enough.

To put another nail in the coffin, these males had probably already scented him, and reason dictated they'd be able to catch up to him quickly, even if he did decide to leave right now. And lastly, a little nagging voice at the back of his head - curiosity - bade him continue. Why would Zatenya's wolves be meeting all the way out here, away from their lands and leader? The idea they might be up to something intrigued the Valkyr wolf. Whether or not he'd report to Pynthi, he enjoyed intrigue, enjoyed knowing hings were happening when others didn't.

Pressing his ears back against his head, the male began to haul himself up the stairs to the arching entrance. Flakes of paint and leaves mixed with snow at the corners of the stairs, where breeze had deposited them. Topping the stairs, he looked down into the stadium, spying one of the two large males - a lighter colored brute, apparently not the one who had called out, to guess from his position. "Hello, don't mind me," he said, tone dry and flat. His eyes glinted as he made his way down into the stadium, and a half-smirk tugged at one side of his mouth.

[¤Guardian Devil¤]

The sun was high in the sky, warming the brown pelt of a young she-wolf that was on one of the taller buildings that belonged to the Coliseum. Her tail swished lightly dusting snow about as her eyes were closed while laying on her side. It was a perfect day for a perfect little nap. Her sleep was full of dreams; dreams of such happy times. It had been a long time since she had dreamed about her parents that it had almost woke her up in a fit of tears. Though, now instead of a deep sleep it was a light rest. Her stomach was full from her previous hunting in the early morning. She found it was easiest to hunt in the morning when the animals were just waking up and were still to groggy with sleep to fully register what was going on.

Wind whipped up over the edge of the building sweeping the snow up into the air and off of the top of the building. Though a curious scent caught her nostrils and slowly blue eyes opened to stare straight ahead. The scent of not just one, but two males. Slowly Malha rolled over to her stomach and lifted her head up ears perked towards the center of the coliseum. A frown marred her maw before she shifted her head so her right eye could better catch the full picture that was painted before her.

Two males, ones who obviously knew each other, were in the rink. She didn't move, didn't say a thing as her eye watched them like a hawk. She wasn't to sure what to make out of two males showing up here of all places. Perhaps they were going to fight? After all this was a place of battle. Maroon stained the very walls and the grass always seemed to have a tinge of red from battles fought long ago.

Movement caught her attention and her eyes slid over to a more curious looking male. Three males? Well didn't this put her in quite the predicament. She prayed they weren't hostile. She didn't want to have to leave her cozy spot on top of the building she had claimed as her bed for the day. The gate of the older wolf made her look a bit closer until she finally did note the fact he only had three legs. She was in awe a bit having never met someone with out all four paws. Curiosity grasped at her and she had to fight back from going down and just mingle a bit.

Though what could it hurt? She was young and they all looked older than herself. She was also slimmer which left her the possibility of being a faster runner than the boys. Hell she may as well. What could the go wrong? Aside from them ganging up on her. Though she was a loner. She had survived by herself for a long while and by god she was not scared of a few young males and an old three legged brute. She shifted and stood up shaking the snow that had gathered and the guards of her fur.

With out a sound she bounded from the roof top and landed on the platform below. Leisurely she trailed down a set of stairs that would leave her to the ground of the ring. Her curiosity was more so on the three legged wolf. She had seen enough brutes in her life time that the two younger males were of no current interest to her. Her ears were perked in curiosity as her tail swayed about behind her. "Hello," She greeted her voice a gentle tune that was soothing to the air.

[appios ']

Well, he should head back, now that he had a little grip on his questions. Questions that plagued him so much so, that he wanted to shout out all of them. Why was he here-- why did he continue to survive-- why did he seem a tad bit different? Well, he at least knew the last one.

The brute smiled as he pushed himself up to a sitting position; his tail very softly wagging in hidden friendliness. If he did find a wolf that could put up with his questions, his being blunt, cynical of the world...if they took all of that, then they would find a little hidden kindness just waiting to grow. Maybe. Possibly. If the entire situation was right, then he possibly could. He could possibly see exactly what other wolves always have. He had no idea what friendship and kindness looked like-- only that it was there, and it felt warm and fuzzy.

Having his head turn to lick his side, Appios' ears flicked toward one of the openings of the arena.

Appios!?

It was no surprise to him, for the voice belonged to none other then the commander of himself. Over him, so to speak. In any way, he had to be respected, and Appios knew it. Knew it quite fully, and did so without complaint. What was respect compared to obedience? If there were no obedience, then there would be no pack. Respect could come and go, but obedience, had better stay, or else. Still, he gave the male respect because he knew that he would want it if the roles were reversed. "Hello." His voice seemed to echo in the arena, and it reminded him of the myth of the wailing souls that he had thought over just before.

The male wasn't like other males in the way that others seemed to, at times, pride themselves. They strut around with feathers all out and on display, when they don't realize the many faults on their idiotic little bodies. How they seemed to gather more ego and less intelligence every time they got with a female. Maybe there was something to that? Or maybe he was simply accusing males in general?

Hello, don't mind me.

At that, Appios' eyes slowly moved toward the voice. With calculating eyes, he examined the old male: his three legs, his seemingly ordinary color of fur, and his eyes. Though he couldn't see them from here, he could guess that, from the slight dry tone of the words, they might be filled with amusement. Obviously this male wasn't worried about two other wolves. And other pack members, at that. Soldiers. They could kill them while tied up. Or, maybe. He wasn't arrogant enough to actually believe that this male was completely defenseless.

But he didn't answer the old male. It wasn't directed at him-- not really. Unless someone said his name, like Alder, he wouldn't respond. He didn't need to.

Hello...

His empty-black eyes flickered up again, This time it was a very slender, very pretty female. It generated some interest, but again, it wasn't directed toward him.

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The showdown- (something)- Hammer of the gods
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[timber]

Just as he caught sight of his pack mate Alder’s lip curled revealing one of his pearly white canine teeth as the scent of a Valkyr male came to him. Only a second later the stranger’s voice gave away his position. Alder snapped his head in the direction of the other male who stood above. At first Lex’s handicap remained unseen but as he made his way down the steps Alder caught sight of it. There was no way a three legged wolf would stand up to the two Raekerin brutes but that did little to put the wolverine commander at ease, was this fellow alone? The coliseum was a closed in circle, there would be no avoiding an ambush. The ebon brute said nothing in response to the stranger’s greeting, his bright yellow eyes scanned the arena with suspicion. For someone with an obvious disadvantage and outnumbered by members of a rival pack this brute seemed much too at ease for Alder’s liking.

The voice of a female broke the silence and caused Alder’s hair to stand on end as he turned to face the wolf who had spoken. He sniffed the air, she didn’t smell of Valkyr thankfully but the brute wasn’t ready to let his guard down just yet. He shot a glance to Appios, so much for having a chance to talk…

He supposed that by now he should say something to someone but the whole situation was rather off putting. After one final glance around the arena it seemed that the two strangers were alone “Well this is sure a busy spot” the male grunted as he gave Lexington a look in the eye, just to warn him not to try anything although he doubted the male was that stupid. He had no reason to go attacking some poor disfigured wolf even if he was a member of an opposing pack. What would that do other than cause more tension between Raekerin and Valkyr?

He looked to the lone female, she was pretty. He knew a few lone wolves from his travels but he had never seen this one before. “Hello” he said in a surprisingly friendly tone of voice. He had no problem with loners; they generally stayed out of pack rivalries. He glanced at Appios once more, the brute was very quiet. “Appios, I just thought I would track you down and introduce myself…” he said loud enough for the others to hear. He didn’t want Lexington thinking they were having some top secret meeting to plot against Valkyr. He also didn’t want to give the bold wolf the pleasure of thinking he had interrupted such a meeting.

[[Copperyn]]

Lexington skirted the open area of the arena floor where the two males were, making his way instead toward the tangle of brush and small trees that thrust upward at its center. He was searching for angelica - the potent flower was not actually in bloom this late in the year, but it hadn't been cold so long that the leafy green ground plant had died away, at least not in the sheltered arena.

The lighter-pelted Raekerin wolf seemed to want nothing more than to ignore him, but the obsidian wolf showed his teeth and locked eyes with Lexington, despite the friendly tone of his voice. A female called out - she had been atop one of the roofed areas that formed the walls of the stadium. Lexington was surprised he hadn't smelled her before now, but presumably the winds that held her scent had stayed high off the ground. She was coming down now, delicately descending a staircase. For a moment the healer wondered if he might have miscalculated, if she might be another Raekerin wolf, if he might be in some trouble here... but no. Her scent came to his nostrils, and she was lacking the aroma of any pack. A loner then.

Keeping an ear tipped toward her, he swung his head back toward the other males. Black-pelt was talking to the one called Appios again, or Lexington would have returned his little statement with one of his own. Instead he wrote them off for the moment, and directed his attention and gaze back toward the female, who was nearly to the bottom of the stairs now.

"I have found, on previous occasions, that this is a good place to find herbs, not wolves. Still, I suppose there are always exceptions." His words were for her, but he knew the others could hear him, and that it would offer the up-tight black male a perfectly valid reason for Lex's being here. Not that he needed one - these were free lands - but then, he held no cards here. The half-smile returned as he heard the dark brute's words to Appios - a little too stiff and clearly stated to be entirely natural - so he wanted Lex to hear him too, then.

If he hadn't intercepted some Raekerian coup, ah well. You couldn't win them all.

OOC: Lol, Lex isn't old, he was just born with three legs, and isn't particularly social.
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[¤Guardian Devil¤]

Malha took in their scents the closer she strolled towards them. When she was a good two to three feet away from the aged wolf, while a better distance away from the two brutes. They smelled different than the lone wolves the roamed these parts. Perhaps these were the scents of two of the packs she had heard rumor. Her thoughts whirled with questions, but still her curiosity remained on the older wolf. How'd he lose a leg? Did he even lose it? Or was he born like that?

Her ears flicked over hearing one of the males called a friendly greeting. Her tail twitched to the side as her eyes slid over to them making sure to keep most of the view on her right eye. A soft and gentle smile tugged at her muzzle as she dipped her head in greeting showing just as much respect as a loner would be accustomed too. Out here there were no pack rules. You gave respect to who every you wanted. You fought the ones you disliked.

"Hello," Her voice was still gentle, a soft melody on the gentle breeze. This was going good so far. None of them were showing much hostility, but the two young males seemed to be tense about the old wolf being here. Her ears flopped back towards Lex as he began to speak. Turning a curious eye to him she listened closely. Herbs? Most wolves that hunted herbs were healers. He must be a healer! The idea of it intrigued Malha enough to make her tail to wag excitedly.

She gave a soft laugh at his words though. "Yeah, it's pretty uncertain out here on who you may or may not run into," She gave a smile as she plopped back onto her haunches before shifting and itching behind her left ear. She then once again smiled to Lex. "My names Malha, but you can call me Mal if you want," She smiled at the other two males as well so to let them know she was introducing herself to each of them. "I've never met a healer before," She hummed her eyes dancing right back over towards Lex.

[appios ']

Appios, I just thought I would track you down and introduce myself…

The male nodded without the emotion that normally would have proceeded other wolves. He didn't necessarily think that these two meant anything, though. Certainly they would have said something to one of them, or signalled them. Or already attacked them. One of those three options...but no. No, they didn't. Instead, they merely calmly walked down here without a hidden agenda. So why jump to conclusions? He understood the need to be able to anticipate battles, and to intercept them, but this...this was slight paranoia. Wasn't it? Was it not? Or was he simply too unobservant? To display this confusion, the male oh-so-slightly wrinkled his forehead. Right now he was too flooded with questions that made his mental well-being shake to answer it right now. He merely had to push it away for a later time, like he had so many things before.

I have found, on previous occasions, that this is a good place to find herbs, not wolves. Still, I suppose there are always exceptions.

That brought a slight smirk to the male's face, but he continued to observe. The soldier-like persona was kicking in, and he felt himself act the same as Alder. Every minute twitching was snatched into his mind, carefully examined, and then placed away for later use. Everything that could be used against them if they challenged them, or everything that could be used in a fight, should it ever come to that. It didn't look it, but looks could be very deceiving, as he had a right to know.

My names Malha, but you can call me Mal if you want,

Mal. Nice name. Had a ring to it. Still, it didn't matter what he thought, and, even though she was a pretty little wolfy, he had no trouble fighting her-- paranoia. Stupid, idiotic, paranoia. He chided himself for that, and merely twitched his tail to signal that he had heard her, and was changing his outlook on things. They weren't going to be happy and cheery like some wolves out there-- oh no. But he wouldn't jump to conclusions. It was horrible living, that was. If one of them made a mistake, then he would catch it, store it, and save it for later usage. Better for everyone that no one came to inaccurate conclusions.

It brought him back to his strict up-bringing days, where, since his mother had as much right as his father, would say who was guilty, and who was not. Sometimes she was right, and sometimes she was wrong, but either way, they both heard from their father. It wasn't traumatic, really. But it was those times that he felt the least loved, and, although trivial at the time, were now brought back to his mind in force. Was this part of the questions? Did he have a slight naive-like look to everything because of that? Or was it something else entirely. The frustration nearly swallowed him, and it showed on his face.


words; 500
muse; Moosic
music; Thrice- Open water
notes; THIS IS THE WORST POST EVER.

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[timber]

OOC: Yeah he’s the same age as Alder…. Actually Alder is four and a half so he’s a bit older than Lex XD. I think the thought of a three legged wolf just gave everyone this image of some grizzly old guy.

Alder took in what Lex said about herbs. Normally he would have remained suspicious but it made sense that the other male would be the healer of the pack. He wouldn’t have fared well as a warrior for obvious reasons and being relatively young he needed to contribute to pack life somehow. With that bit of information out of the way Alder relaxed just a little. He had been a little paranoid but a little extra caution never killed anyone, lack of such behavior did. He glanced over the area where Lex’s leg should have been, there were no obvious scars which led him to believe the wolf was probably born with his disability. He took in the scent of the male and took mental note of it to remember him in case it ever came in handy. He would also remember that this was the place where Valkyr and likely other packs collected herbs and that they let the healer venture out alone to collect them. He had no reason to use such information against them now but in the future it could be helpful information.

The female wolf introduced herself and Alder nodded despite the fact that she seemed more interested in Lex than anyone else. The thought crossed the brute’s mind that he should head back to Raekerin rather than making friendly with strangers out in the barrens. Then again he had been travelling most of the day and he was due for a rest, it wouldn’t kill him to hang around a little longer. He noticed that Appios had yet to say anything but perhaps he had things other than socializing on his mind. Finally the ebon male decided he should introduce himself “I’m Alder” he said although he wasn’t sure if the female really cared. Some might have been cautious about giving out their name but Alder had never understood that, his name had no power over him.

[[Copperyn]]

”Mal. It means bad, in some tongues…” He gave a strange smile, jaws open slightly and eyes narrowed in amusement – as if she’d made a subtle joke with her name, one that he understood and approved of. Where he gathered his stores of worldly knowledge was mysterious for now.
Lexington took a moment to recline back onto his haunch. It was a somewhat more complex procedure for him than others; at least, it was if he wanted to execute it gracefully. He could always just plop himself down, but the healer preferred to keep his actions refined – there was a careful pride in the way he presented himself to others, even these loners. Hell, even to himself. ”I’m called Lexington, although many prefer to shorten it to Lex.” She’d offered her name, and he gave his in return. ”It seems you’ve had enough luck not to need one, then. I assure you, it’s hardly as glamorous a profession as some imagine.”

The dark male introduced himself now, giving the name Alder. Lexington shifted, turning his head to give Alder a level gaze. ”And what brings two of Zatenya’s wolves out to a place like this? I’m sure it isn’t the cheerful atmosphere, Alder.” It was a more blunt route than Lex normally took, but he’d given his motives for wandering these free lands, and he considered it well within courtesy to ask. The question was accompanied with his trademark dosage of sarcasm, although for now, the tones were gentlemanly, as if he were sharing a joke with Alder rather than making one at his expense.

The white male remained silent, face displaying an odd mix of emotions that made Lexington frown, just slightly, the edge of a shadow touching his maw. It seemed to him that the silent white spectre was on the edge of something, and he would not have liked to see the brute if he pushed past it, crossed whatever line was haunting his face right now. Verdant green eyes slid from Appios back to Alder. ”Your friend certainly doesn’t seem to be enjoying your pleasure stroll, at any rate.”

He left it at that, attention shifting back to Malha. She seemed eager enough to talk to him, and her actions and words had been engaging so far. He often preferred conversation with females – not because they were the opposite sex (although he certainly noted the fact) but because they often seemed to be lacking the macho, aloof act that males seemed to so enjoy playing at – at least the soldiering types, like these two.

[¤Guardian Devil¤]

Malha gave a friendly smile to Alder as he spoke his name. ”It is nice to meet you, Alder,” Her voice was serene and calm; not a hint of worry behind the melody that was her voice. Her ear flipped to the side when she heard Lex speak and gave a smile at his words. Finally he spoke a name for himself and she mused over it for a moment listening as he continued speaking. She was pretty lucky not to need such a wolf; but one could not be curious of their ways. Soon Lex was speaking towards the other males. Zetenya’s wolves? Was that a name of a wolf; or perhaps the name of a pack? She wasn’t sure for she didn’t really interact with the packs.

She watched with interest as the males interacted. Her eyes slid towards the male that had yet give his name and her ears perked curiously. Why was he so quiet? Maybe he was a mute then? Her head tilted to the side with the thought as she tried to figure it out. She would wait to speak again, not wanting to be rude if the two males wanted to talk back with Lex. She could ask him about his job later on and inquire about the many herbs that probably littered around. It would be useful to know just in case something ever went wrong and she could not find such a wolf.

She shifted a moment to itch at her shoulder before swaying her tail happily. It was always a fun day when she had other wolves to interact with. It was one thing that she longed for while being a loner; though she just did not have any desire to be within a pack. All the rules that may take place within it would just be frustrating for a wolf such as her. A cold wind rushed by, ruffling Malha’s brown toned fur and she gave a small shiver for a brief moment before she became still once more; ears erect and listening.

OoC: Sorry it's such a fail post ;w; It'll be better next time.