The Heartwood from which of this oak

For Teklar. ♥
Early afternoon, sunny weather.

A leaf drifted down in front of her, tickling her as it lightly danced over the end of her nose. She snorted, looking upward in annoyance at the squirrels that fussed and scurried about in the leafy branches overhead, wishing very much that she were a bobcat in that moment, so she could bound up that tree and catch the pesky, chattering morsels between her teeth. Hunger gnawed at her belly, but she had not seen much in the way of prey since she had parted ways with her brother a few hours prior. After having agreed on a meeting place, they had taken separate paths in the search for food. She hoped Antares was having better luck on his end than she was on hers. At the rate she was going, the only way she was going to find a meal today was if she learned how to climb a tree or if she sprouted wings.

Wrinkling her nose sourly at the squirrels above, she continued moving along the leaf-strewn trail through the delightfully airy forest. A soft green radiance suffused the air around her as sunlight filtered down through the lush, verdant canopy above. Broken shards of golden light mottled the soft, earthy forest floor and rippled warmly across her back as she walked. The rich, punky smell of wood and warm earth surrounded her, while unseen songbirds spun their bright, tinkling melodies into the breeze. This place was beautiful. Much more picturesque and peaceful, even, than the forest in which they had been staying since their arrival in the lands. She thought Antares would enjoy it, and made a mental note to bring him here soon.

The smell of game occasionally teased her nose as she continued on her silent way through the trees, but it was always an old trail or a rain-washed scent mark. Hunting here was so different from hunting back home on the tundra. It was just one of many things she would have to get used to.

omg, my bf's laptop is so much better than mine. >__>;
and now it's bedtime, must go cuddle. work tomorrow is dumb.

The sunlight was warm upon his back while he trotted gingerly across the lush terrain. He was headed toward a woodland to seek refuge beneath the cooling umbrella of a green-leaf canopy. Until recently, the lone male had been unaware of other wolves residing in the area. Now that he knew of the small pack established on a northern plateau, Teklar traveled southwest to avoid competing with the locals for food.

Hunger plagued him, chewed at him from the inside. It devoured his every sense. The beautiful chorus of the birds above screamed in his ears. The sight of the squirrels drove him mad. The fading scent of deer was like a haunting memory. Teklar reminisced in the memories of hunting with his family and all the lessons Mother and Father had taught him that could never be forgotten. If only they could be here now to guide him, for even as a mature adult the lone-wolf felt like a whelp in his attempts to feed himself.

As he traveled, now walking casually to savor the minimal relief from the afternoon heat, amber eyes caught glimpse of a pale creature moving through the trees. He took immediate action, eyes and ears focusing as his head lowered to minimize his presence. The large male crept forward carefully, preparing to hunt his next meal... no matter the species.

Her unfamiliarity with her surroundings coupled with the noise of the fauna around here and the fact that she was upwind of the hunting wolf left her oblivious to the fact that she was being stalked. Her father, his soul looking down upon her from the stars above, would have been roaring with outrage at his daughter's carelessness. It was something she should have noticed, should have seen or smelled, or felt simply by instinct. She had been trained relentlessly, schooled in the ways of war, battle, and self-preservation. To be hunted by one of her own kind without her even noticing would be the height of shame.

But she continued on, unaware of the beast that lurked in the shadows behind her, calculating the most efficient way to kill her. A fat deerfly buzzed past her and she snapped at it, instantly ending the insect's existence, her hunger driving her to eat anything she could get her teeth into regardless of how badly it might taste. And the fly did taste bad. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, her tongue running in and out between her teeth repeatedly as she worked to get the bitter taste out of her mouth. It hadn't been worth the hassle or the crappy aftertaste; it wasn't even a speck of a mouthful anyway, she thought as she continued on her way, her mood a shade darker than it had been moments before.

dern that work thing. keeps me away from my lovely!

Each paw fell with timed precision, setting delicately on the leaf-littered floor as he stalked forward through the forest in an attempt to secure a much needed meal. The intensity of his hunger reflected in his burning amber eyes; eyes that were focused dangerously on the retreating form of an enchanting she-wolf. Judging from her casual posture, she did not appear to realize she was being hunted and this fueled him further in his desire to have her. Hackles bristled as he advanced through the underbrush, slipping near-silently between the trees.

He paused mid-stride to watch as she reflected on the horrible taste of a daring deerfly before continuing on her way, still seemingly oblivious to his nearby presence. Picking a pathway that would course parallel to her, he moved at a pace slightly faster than her own so that he might gain ground without gaining her attention too soon. And when it was that he was only a few yards out, Teklar allowed a soft rumble to begin in his throat. "A nice day for a walk in the woods..." Ominous and threatening, the large male continued to creep forward and broke from the cover of the foliage.

WTF. ME > WORK!! :|

The first hint that something was amiss came when the birds -- whose cheery melodies had sprinkled the warm summer air with delicate beauty, like the daintiest of windchimes -- fell silent. They were aware of what took place beneath their airy perches, and now watched with bated breath to witness how the next moments would unfold. Sigrún paused, wary at the sudden silence, for she knew that it generally meant trouble was fast on its way. Her senses went on high alert, scrutinizing her surroundings for any sign of danger.

She didn't have to wonder for long. From amidst the underbrush and greenery nearby, there came a deep, sinister rumble, a growl of such malevolence that it elicited a visceral reaction in Sigrún. Involuntarily, her hackles bristled as high as they would go, the entire line of her back from mane to tail a stark-white cape of vertical quills. Savage, primal fear tore at her heart and screeched on the inside, urging her to run -- run like she'd never run before in her life -- but the stubborn, proud (and possibly stupid) side of her forced her to remain rooted in place. An instant later, a male voice rumbled from the shadows, as ominous and threatening as the blackest of thunderheads. A nice day for a walk in the woods, it purred darkly, before a white wolf emerged from the foliage. He was quite a bit larger than she, with fur every bit as pristine as hers -- save for a peppering of black on his mane and shoulders -- and simmering amber eyes that gleamed with malice and ill intent. Sigrún did not respond. Her eyes, as hard and frigid as Nordic sea ice, drilled defiantly into his. A harsh growl thundered in her chest before crawling up her throat to burst from her lips in a hideous snarl, and her lip curled upward to reveal a row of savage fangs.

omg, your descriptive writing is so beautiful!! and you're right, you > work. <3
lol, don't ask me what this post is. he says look how big and strong i am. he's a tardface.

She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had ever seen. Her eyes, cold and hard, were filled with a defiance as unforgiving as the seas. Her threatening posture enchanted him--ignited the wild within him that was recently made dormant by an encounter with a friendly local. Peppered hackles remained lifted, both ears cupped alertly forward and burning eyes focused on her features with a dangerous gleam. She challenged him with her savage display of aggression, and he welcomed her ferocity.

The pink of his tongue flashed briefly from his muzzle, lips lifting to mirror her expression. Teklar dared to take another step forward, standing tall with confidence and lifting his tail with a slow, taunting wave. His display was not one of dominance--he did not care to assert himself as her superior, for they were equals in this neutral ground. Amber eyes studied her excitedly, the malicious tone of his growl dwindling into something more playful as he took another careful step forward and presented himself broadside to her position.

Test me. He teased without words. Let me prove my strength.