Jade Fern Grove improvise
All Welcome  June 14, 2018, 01:35 PM
Jomyo
Lone Wolves

The going was slow, but she had managed to roam out from the immediate reach of the Sunspire mountain range and into the valley beyond. Heading northward remained the goal, roughly, although she definitely let her route wander from meadows to forests to anything in between while she went perusing along undisturbed. A part of her didn't really want to go north.. she wasn't sure if she even had any business trying to sniff out her last pack's ties. Was there even a point to? Besides her on curiosities?

Anyway, for now, as she met the lush green grove in full, this was as far north as she had made it officially, and it would do for now. Since the scout was in no real rush to press onward yet, she decided this would be a place worth staying in for small rest, maybe for a few hours or few days--she didn't know, or care to decide now.

In a place so verdant and already finding prey trails littering everything, hunger conveniently caught up to her here too; a good nap would go much better with a full belly, anyway. She knew she had to change focus and get to it. Less meandering and more attentive. Daylight was wasting, and this trail smelled a bit like woodchuck.. She minded her steps and tracked on through the ferns.
June 15, 2018, 09:25 PM
Clock
Swiftcurrent Creek
Zeta
He had not done much venturing beyond pack territory since joining the Swiftcurrent pack a few months ago. Now, however, with the warm and inviting summer days, he decided to explore the land on the other side of the creek. His fellow packmate, Phoenix, had showed him the areas that were safest to cross. One had to be careful with the Swiftcurrent Creek - it ran deeper and stronger than it appeared on the outside. Of course, the creek hardly seemed dangerous when compared to the recent killing of a packmate by a bear on Swiftcreek turf... Danger was everywhere, it seemed. On such a glorious day, though, it was hard to think that anything bad could happen. And so, Clock had set off early in the morning with a prance in his step and his nose held high, breathing in the cool summer air as he eagerly took in his surroundings. He stopped at a large lake and took a long drink from its depths. He eyed some deer that were grazing on the far side of the lake, but soon lost interest since there was no way he could catch one by himself.

He carried on through a meadow until he came to a forest of tall, thin trees flush with deep green and purple foliage. It was probably one of the most beautiful and unique places Clock had ever seen. He entered the forest with the hushed respect of one entering a religious shrine, his amber eyes scanning back and forth and then up at the canopy of trees. The cool, spongey moss felt good beneath the pads of his feet - comforting, reassuring. He moved on slowly, taking it all happily in but was soon distracted by a sound somewhere off to his right, a sound that did not quite fit in with bird chatter and insect noises. He stilled himself and listened hard, his heard thudding as his head went immediately to the worst case scenario. :It's a bear!: He ducked himself as best as he could behind one of the many ferns, realizing as he tucked his bushy tail tight between his back legs to make himself look smaller that his pale, grey-flecked coat provided no camouflage in this setting. Waiting with stilled breath, his heart nearly leapt out of his throat when he saw something dark finally come through some trees in the distance. At the same time, he realized it was much to small and thin to be bear, the result being that a strangled noise came from the back of his throat. He coughed uncomfortably, then ducked his ears in embarrassment. Ah, it was only another wolf. Clock breathed deep, trying to calm himself. He was still partially concealed by the ferns, so maybe this other wolf hadn't noticed his odd behavior....
Yesterday, 01:19 AM
Jomyo
Lone Wolves

The age-old hunger for something fresh watered at her mouth as she prowled onward, jogging steady along a trail that so far was keeping true--not enough to let her hopes run wild, but.. something still. When she had nothing else he would take it, and no place better to be than scoping through the ferns' cover.. even if she soured with how grim a note that sounded in her head.

Traveling alone was nothing new to her, she was loathe to find herself right back to the pointless-feeling road she had known before coming beneath the Morwinyon's watch. Evidently the Jomyo of these recent months constantly alternated between that need for the freedoms, but at the same time, always cherished that purpose camaraderie could get. Or maybe she was just hungry and kind of lonely these days that really bled together...

It was this focus for a meal that didn't quite let her know what the stranger was struggling with so near to her own route. When she did realize she was not alone, it was only barely.. and through the fronds, she could not make out all that much besides motion, and maybe a few glimpse of mottled wolf's fur.

She stopped and narrowed her eyes that way, wearing an expression that very much said who's there? As long as he posed no threat, to her or her chances of food, she could be a hint more amicable. Until then, the little loner was going to be a bit prickled herself.
Yesterday, 12:38 PM
Clock
Swiftcurrent Creek
Zeta
As the other wolf stilled and looked knowingly in his direction, Clock realized he wasn't fooling anyone by trying to hide. After a momentary awkward pause, he emerged to face the brilliantly-colored wolf. His tail swished back and forth in a friendly manner, although he was fairly embarrassed and felt the need to explain himself.

"Um, hi... I'm Clock," he began, "I was, well... you know," he let the sentence drop vaguely off, tipping his white chin the direction of the foliage he had been standing behind, as if that should sum it all neatly up. He plunged verbally ahead before the stranger could get a chance to respond. "I've actually never been here before. It's so beautiful." He let his eyes wander around the idyllic landscape before returning to the other, gauging their response.