Wolf RPG

Yes, she took a vacation from the Teekon Wilds for a Sun bathe in the sand dunes in a faraway place. It's not like anything bad could have trespassed. She hadn't made any ties to anyone of importance, so it was as if she was starting anew. 
Was that do bad?

As the Sun began its trip up in the sky, the chocolate beauty made her way to the Hoshore Plains, a place she had heard was full of the Sun. That was a place she was definitely turned into. She had glanced around her surroundings, appearing bored with the rocks and grass and trees, but inside her sweet little crown, the calculating babe was landmarking places in case she ever had to not get lost. 

As expected, the warm breeze came to her, but released the scent of strong urine belonging to several wolves. Ouuuuu, so she was close, eh? 
Nope, she nearly walked over it. 

The curvaceous fae took quite a few steps back from the week worn track, and decided instead of howling a note of existence like she was demanding for them to see her, she simply laid down on her soft ruffled mocha stomach, and waited patiently and silently.

The land was completely burned. Rakharo had seen the flames start with the lightnings that night, but he couldn't believe that they had spread for so long. Not even the torrential rain had been enough to apeace the flames, and it had consumed almost half the land from the north. And worse, the Bison was now scattered away from the Plains, leaving the pack with little-to-no food.

The Khalasar was suffering hard from the storm. The members' spirit was devastated, and the little comitment they showed with pack affairs seemed to have disappeared completely. It was only Rakharo now, probably Awazzi by his side and the young Zoratto who had never abandoned him.The slavery was starting to feel like another weight in Rakharo's shoulders, and with the pregnancy's end around the corner it was like things were about to get worse. But not everything was lost.

Rakharo was a determined Khal, a true born Dotharan with warrior blood. He would not give up, he had a family to pull forward and the spirit to do it. He would not leave his Alpha duties, not when the pack was at it's lowest, and so patrolling, even if only to try and locate the Bison, was the last thing Rakharo would do.

Not many times before, Rakharo had come across a few interested loners at his doors, some of them even of Dotharan blood themselves looking for the Khal's greatness, but just like that, all of those seemed to disappear one by one as easily as they had arrived. This time it was no Dotharan clearly. Her build, although athletic, was lean at best, not carrying the heavy musculature that was so characteristic of the Dotharan. But she had something that made Rakharo's mouth go dry.

The Khal approached, silently watching her and evidently imposing his dominance over her. He didn't say a word, he only walked towards her and when he was almost over her he lowered his head to sniff around like she was some kind of inert rock. She would take it if she was wise, and if she didn't she would face a Khal's wrath. This was his land.

Aaaaaannd she was peacefully resting. No, she hadn't to fall asleep, but sleep she did. Dreaming of hot sands, and everything that could make a girl who loved summer pant with happiness.  
There was that annoying breeze, again. 
And what was that smell? It was like the borders decided to commit shoving itself in her nose.

Opening her hazel gems, the fae first saw a pair of legs. And mind you, these aren't normal kinda average wolf legs...these were 'i can lightly kick you, and send you straight to the moon' kinda legs. 
Ouuu, la la~

That breeze again. 
Didn't take long for Tina to realize this man was breathing her in, taking all her location whereabouts, nose wise. 
Mhmnk, we're getting places here. 
Actually, no. No we're not. As huge as those legs are, she felt the small bit in the back of her head saying if she moved, she would receive something alot worse than a simple trip to the moon.

 So the chocolate girl stayed put.

The female seemed to be asleep, which didn't stop the Khal from sniffing all over her. He was being possessive of his land like he'd always been, but this time things were a bit different. But as always, the way things evolved got to the point where vocal comunication was necessary, and the Khal had put little effort into learning the common tongue lately. It had been a barrier ever since he arrived the Teekon Wilds.

But then the female opened her eyes, Hazel gems, bright like nothing he'd ever seen before, and he felt uncapable of 'kicking' her back to neutral grounds. There was no 'gentle' mode in Rakharo, but there was a soft spot for female beauty like there was in any Dotharan male.

"Get up," the Khal grunted in his foreign tongue, and there it goes. "You are in Dotharan land. This is no place to sleep." he spoke with conviction even though he knew that the probability of this female knowing the tongue was almost unexistent.

After her windy examination was complete, the doll was thinking she was in the clear. She wasn't in the air, nor flying yet, so she thought she was in the clear. Staying low to the flo, she scooted from under the massive shadow, and back into the tanning Sun. But massive shadows...
Were made by massive things.
Tina looked up slowly,

Holy shit. 
He was a god. A living, breathing, wolf god. 
Nearly a good chunk of this wolf was over her head, and she barely even reached chest height, as she sat up. The petite model felt like a child infront of this huge man.
He had a coat of fur that could make Fall jealous, ravishing in its rainbow side of hot oranges, tans, creams, and woody brown, only for the meet up of jet black on the ridge of his back, a cape for his ruff. His eyes were a startling mix of fire and earth, a complete creation of ember amber.
Like a moth to flame, this fire lover found the hottest guy to get scorched on. 

Blinking. Check.
Breathing? Ok...Check.

Nah uh uhn. Keeping her head on her shoulders. 
After the exotic beauty sat up, she kept everything that could have possibly offended a sane wolf, and threw it out the window. Lower ears, that silky tail is hitting the floor, and her arched neck faces that suddenly interesting specific blade of grass on his left.
Soft purring voice, she spoke,

"Hey, name's Tinashe..."

After what she had heard, she could be wasting both and breath trying to address this guy of sun, because he spoke a completely different language...
Or he coulda complimented her by thinking she was one of them, therefore speaking his language, while secretly knowing English?....
Nah, she could only bullshit herself for so long.

"I've come hoping to join your ranks. I can tell you all of my talents, and everything I can give you, with no problem."

The mocha hellion peeked underneath her dark lashes, to see if he were even remotely understanding what she was saying, though she kept herself in check, while secretly chanting please don't eat me.

Rakharo took a step back to allow the female to sit up, and when she did, to speak her reasons, Rakharo listened with his ever-stoic face, staring at her hazel eyes while she stared at nothing behind him. It always felt good when someone showed submission to him, specially pretty females like this one.

She spoke in the common tongue, just what Rakharo was expecting, but the one thing she didn't know was that Rakharo, although resigned to speak the tongue, understood pretty well every aspect of it. He knew what she was saying.

"Tell talents." he said bluntly after a few more seconds of staring up and down at her. She didn't seem to fear Rakharo although she had shown submission, and the Hoshor Plains pack was in desperate need of members with talents and guts. If this was her, Rakharo would take her, and she would be groomed to become an honorary Dotharan.

The man actually knew what she said?
Well, shit.

"I have experience in Outriding, Healing, and I am an amazing Gamekeeper. I got a thing for hunting."

The silky chick didn't throw in how splendid she was at massages, how she was excellent at grooming, and what wonders she could do to him with her tongue, moreso because she was trying not to get trampled and feed to vultures. This temptress knew how to keep herself under control. A thing most females didn't know how to do in their own season of heat. 

Hazel stars stayed on that grass blade, awaiting his judgement.

The female was quick to tell Rakharo what he'd asked, and although he didn't get what "outriding" or even "gamekeeping" (which was followed by an explanation) meant, he was more interested in the "healing" part, which was a trait that this pack lacked. Three times Rakharo had been joined by healers, and all three times they had disappeared. Maybe the job was cursed. He would have to speak to Awazzi about it and maybe plan on doing an exorsism to the land. It had never been blessed by the Dosh Khaleen properly, but Rakharo's previous and first Dosh Khaleen had also disappeared without previous notice. Maybe that job was cursed too...

"What Outriding?" he asked. For some reason, Rakharo did not fear looking like a dumb ass in front of Tinashe for trying to speak the common tongue, but he had heard it repeatedly in the past months. Maybe he was getting used to it. No. Maybe he was starting to feel the need to knowing it.

"Outriding? It's being a spokesperson for the pack, talking to others, translating situations and preventing problems with other packs. "

She had a relative amount off wolf talks with others, and had no problem with various chats. The more weighted they were, the better.

The beauty was happy she didn't have to talk to him in paw language, but she knew her luck would run out singer or later. He seemed as though he only knew so much naive tongue. 
God, she had to learn his language, didn't she? Well, being in a situation like this, if his pack knew less than him, she would have to assume so. 
Good thing for Outrider trade.

The hunting part was left aside because that was the minimum requisite to be a wolf. It would be of use if she had "a thing" for it, but all Dotharan did. In that aspect she would fit in quickly.The healer was not questioned. She would have to prove how useful she could be through healing (although they were pretty much in need), and the outriding part, after hearing what explanation she had for it, was the key Tinashe had to become part of the Khalas. It wasn't often that foreigners joined the culture, but if they showed devotion and commitment there was never oposition from the Dotharan themselves to take them in as apprentices, and this girl, with knowledge of the outside world, and natural control of the common tongue, could prove to be useful.

But then again, there came the part where Rakharo had to be shown commitment before opening the gates to his world. Yep, she was right to think she would have to learn the language, and pretty much everything else there was to know about the Dotharan culture, and that would only be the first step towards becoming Dotharan herself.

A slave walked from behind towards them, a young coyote Rakharo had caught stealing from a cache long before the storms, and one that he was planning to groom as his own companion and servant. Tomahawk was alright, but she was ready to become more than just Rakharo's translator. She was ready to pass on her own knowledge to new slaves, and the Khalas was ready for more of those.

"Zafrak!" Rakharo called as he saw the slave boy behind him, "Jadi!" he demanded bluntly. He was a lanky boy, pale gold fur and large paws. He was no older than a year. When he finally walked to be just a step behind Rakharo, the Khal spoke something to him in Doth, and then the slave translated.

"The Khal says that he will let you join the Khalas, but you will have two moons to prove worthy of his trust. He wants you to scout the land and see what good plants remain after the fire, and he wants you to learn the language." he spoke with plain voice, more like a robot than a coyote, "Don't worry, it's not that difficult once you get the hang of it..." he added almost whispering not sure if Rakharo would mind him speaking more than he was asked to.

Tina nearly jumped out of her velvet fur when the man called over his shoulder loudly. A lanky four legged...is that a..coyote?
He had control over coyotes?

Tinashe's ear flicked and caught the name of the creature,...Zafrak. She decided Jadi meant translate, or speak. 
She was getting the hang of it. 

Hazel eyes on the coyote, she nodded, purring to the alpha,

"It will be done."

The slave did what he was told to do, and although Rakharo got what he'd added at the end, he wasn't going to be punished by it. They were slaves, it was true, but Rakharo was not some kind of brutal monster. Slaves got punishments when they deserve it and to be kept in place, not for this kind of nonsense.

The female agreed to Rakharo's terms, and satisfied, with a last glimpse at her hips the Khal turned around to guide her to the camp. Vaes Aenai was the main base for the pack, which was mostly roaming around to follow the Bison herds, but it was primary to know where it was. Then, the Khal would give the female space to start doing what she'd been told. She had little time to earn her keep, and the last thing Rakharo wanted was to waste it. She was too pretty to let go.

He analyzed every section of well toned feminine form, near scarlet eyes webbing over her, then turned broad shouldered and all to where she could only assume to be the heart of the pack. 

She was picking up an abundance of plant life near the west, and could scavenge them when she was dismissed, and feeling the ground tremble faintly, a massive broad of large prey must have been relatively close.
Ouuu he didn't know how much of a catch this chocolate cat was. 
But he would. 
He will. 

And it will be well within two moons.