Wolf RPG

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Tuwawi wove through Neverwinter Forest in an attempt to discover the best location to build a den. It was an unlucky season to join a pack, as the ground would be frozen straight through. Even if her home would be shallow, it meant protection from the wind and sleet that would soon come as the winter months began to thaw. Perhaps it was unusual for such a new recruit to seek a den so soon, however Tuwawi was no stranger to this process. The past two years had been nothing but joining blooming packs, each with the promise of a new start. It all seemed dull now... nothing but a dismal routine until the next roadblock caused commotion. She sighed at the thought as a hollow feeling, in the pit of her gut, lurched.

Slowly the wood became more dense as she reached the heart of Neverwinter's territory. The boughs of trees interwove like mesh, where small protected pockets of land dwelled. She search for a very particular place... is had to be dry, sheltered, and private. It might have been the woman inside demanding these particulars be met with such scrupulous observation - a certain maternal flair. However, she grimaced at this notion and turned away.

She searched, but the Phi was unsatisfied with what she found. It was unduly craggy here, and she sought softer ground. With short strides, Tuwawi took off at a brisk pace, hoping to find a proper site before nightfall.

His time in the Forest had been primarily spent guarding the borders – he also had not socialized much with his fellow pack mates. Luka was the only wolf he deemed as a friend, while Viinturuth and Chakra were the only others he could respect. Scents had come, and he had even noted scents that had faded, and yet they all remained a mystery to him.

The day would find him loping toward the heart of the territory, his gleaming eyes scanning the grounds for a potential meal. Of course, he came across a different prospect, and rather than the pallid fur of a rabbit, his aqua gaze instead rounded upon the fiery crimsons of a she-wolf.

Caught by surprise at how intricate his thoughts had been to distract him so, the male offered a grunt, halting his pace before he practically collided with her. Blinking, the male canted his creamy muzzle, a small smirk forming upon his lips at Luka’s mention of how the Forest was beginning to see more and more she-wolves.

Recovering, the Frostfur gave a nod of his muzzle then, his tail sweeping the air higher behind him to indicate his rank, unless she decided to challenge it. Companionship was something he longed for, and the opportunity at meeting one of his pack mates was too tempting to pass by. “Hello,” he offered then, interrupting the quiet. “Are you new here?”

Tuwawi RIP

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