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home hunting - RIP Grezig - June 14, 2018

Vague because she currently has a thread with Tadec going outside of the territory. @Xan

Grezig had continued moving forward after her encounter with the coywolf. She had gone around the side of a mountain and had found herself at the border of a pack upon finding the entrance into a valley. She stood at the boundary line, sniffing curiously, and wondering if she had any chance at all of being accepted into a pack. She was a stranger here, and pack wolves were not known for taking in strangers (at least where she was from). She was also sexually mature, so alphas always thought about whether she would try to mate, have pups, and take resources from their own pups, if they had any. Grezig was not in heat, so maybe that would not be a problem.

She did have another problem, however. She had nothing to offer this pack as a gift, upping her chances that she would be accepted. She had run across the borders of a pack far sooner than she had expected, and now stood empty-handed. This was not how she had planned it to go. She turned away from the mouth of the valley, away from the smells of the pack, and tried to pick up the scent or sound of a small prey animal that she could catch right now before howling for a pack member.

She got lucky, and if she had believed in any gods, she might have thanked them. Instead, she trailed the scent of the rabbit, spotted it in the grass some feet away, and chased after it with all her might. Soon, she was trotting back to the borders of the valley pack with a fat, juicy, summer rabbit in her jaws. The urge to eat it herself was strong and she had to clear her mind of the bloodlust and put the rabbit down quickly to avoid temptation. Then she lifted her head and howled.



RE: home hunting - Xan - June 15, 2018

Alexander was not far off when the howl reached his ears. He turned away from whatever task he’d been pretending to do—he was bored at times and often meandered with some false purpose to keep busy—and headed towards the entrance of his valley instead. That the voice had a feminine lilt to it made him walk with a more relaxed posture, feeling not the least bit threatened by a female; this was reflected in the way he approached her, caution thrown to the wind as he kept his head high and body lax.

“Who are you?” he asked first, eyes drifting from her and towards the rabbit, then back again. “And what do you want?” To join, perhaps, seeing as what he assumed to be a gift was presented—or perhaps she was there to visit one of his pack members. He waited to find out.



RE: home hunting - RIP Grezig - June 15, 2018

A male approached Grezig after a short time. She studied him openly, taking in his white fur (a color she did not see in her family) and his strange red eyes (a color she had never seen on any wolf anywhere). His posture was authoritative but non-threatening, which she took as a good sign. His words got straight to the point, something she appreciated. She did not often speak and when she did, she kept her words short and succinct. “My name is Grezig,” she said, her voice rough and hoarse from disuse. “I want to join your pack. I have brought this rabbit as proof that I can hunt. I can also fight.” 

Grezig was done talking. She sat still and waited. If this male, whom she assumed was the alpha due to the way he held himself, accepted her into the pack, then her quest of finding a home was over and a new quest would begin. If she were turned away, she would take her rabbit with her and find a new pack to join somewhere farther along. It did not matter to her.
Exiting this.

As it turned out, the male waited too long to respond and Grezig lost what little patience she had. With a snort of derision, she picked up the rabbit in her jaws, turned and marched away to find another pack elsewhere, one with a more responsive leader.

Exit.