Wolf RPG

It was a new, an unfamiliar, place, but it was his home now. He'd been informed of the lay of the mountain, but had also decided to explore it for himself. It was something he enjoyed doing, too. Learning the way certain lands worked, memorizing specific steps that would need taken to reach a destination—it was fun for him. The Greek lupine had a way of dealing with the earth, almost as if they saw eye-to-eye on things. He would learn about it's various terrains, and how to navigate through every area he'd come across, and in turn the earth would keep him away from death. It was nature that provided the food they ate, the places they called home and would slumber in at night, so he felt the least he could do was be courteous to her. The male had felt the need to do so from a very young age. The urge to look after what was going on around him seemed to increase come the change of the seasons, too. Such as was the current situation, with the warm days of Summer fading away into the cooler ones of Autumn. He did not dislike any of the seasons, believing there to be a reason behind each one. Besides, the cold was not something that slipped under his coat so easily.

Alastor soon found himself heading down a particularly winding path, no set destination in mind. His head was in the clouds, metaphorically speaking, of course. Yet, somehow, he was still able to keep track of where he was going. It was as if half his conscious was miles away, while the other half remained firmly planted on the ground. Only when a thought came to mind did the halves reunite with one another, causing him to give a gentle shake of his head. Flowers. The thought that had entered his mind was one containing images of the colourful plants. It felt like it'd been ages since he'd last gone looking for some, and his curiosity was quick to get the better of him. The plants that grew on mountains were different from what grew on plains or in meadows, which had him interested in what he could find. So, without a second thought, the argent boy started his trek around the mountain, keen nose working overtime in order to locate even a hint of a floral scent.

Eventually, the boy caught sight of something, and slowed to a stop in order to inspect it. It's bright yellow colouring had been quick to interest him, and upon closer inspection he was able to figure out what it was. "Globeflower," he murmured, a smile finding it's way onto his face. The flower was one not found on plains and such, which had made him unable to view one until then. Of course, he'd seen them when he was younger, back while he was still in Greece, but they'd avoided his gaze in the new land up until then. It brought back memories of his younger days, back when he'd sit around with his siblings and listen to the voice of his mother as she taught them about nature. The lessons were ones containing plants of all sorts, their names and what they could be used for. They were lessons he'd always enjoyed, even more than the English ones, and so he was glad to have been able to remember them. For a moment, he did nothing more than sit there, gazing at the flower before him. Then, he conintued forward, nosing around in search of more.

Chaska had gone out for a stroll to stretch his legs down the mountain. Autumn had come, and he didn't like it too much. He preferred the warm temperatures of Spring and Summer over the cold ones of Winter and Autumn.

Surprisingly enough, he came upon a scent. A wolf's scent. He remained cautious as he approached the scent, only to find a grey male wolf. Assuming he was part of the pack, he was slightly overjoyed. It had been lacking in male members, and he never wanted to say it in the open, but he had always felt a little awkward around women. He had done well to hide it, but on the inside, as well as when he was alone, he just felt nervous. It may have been because in his birth pack, there were rarely females, and he also wasn't much of a ladies man himself.

This wolf had a coat made up of shades of grey, some black and some white. Chaska couldn't see his face, due to it being faced the other way, and towards the ground, sniffing flowers. He looked concentrated on the flowers, so he kept his distance to introduce himself.

"Hello there!" he called over to the other. "You part of this pack?!"

The boy had continued on with his miniature journey, not stopping again until he'd happened across another patch of flowers. No longer was he inspecting a few of the remaining globeflowers, but he had instead located some bright red ones. They seemed familiar, but it took him a moment longer of getting up close and personal with it to pinpoint it's name. Scarlet trumpet. They were pretty flowers, often giving a nice change in colour to those exploring mountainous terrains. Their vibrant colouring stood out against the browns and greens of the land, as did the shape they took on. It was interesting, viewing them, as he showed with a light sway of his tail. A motion which was stilled quickly after it'd started, when the sound of a voice reached his ears. It was not one he recognized, but then again, he didn't know anyone's voice in the pack, aside for FitzDutiful's. Forgetting the voice of the leader would not only be foolish, but also disrespectful to some degree, and he refused to act in such a manner.

Curious, he shifted his weight and turned his head, glancing at the male who stood a few paces off. The way he'd worded his inquiry made him certain that the wolf was, also, a member of Silvertip, as did the scent that clung to his coat. Turning entirely, he gave a nod of his head in response to the question, then paused. Alastor's icy gaze trailed over the other's form, taking in his appearance and attempting to connect the voice he'd heard to the wolf standing before him. While he often preferred learning the territory first, and then meeting the other members, he was far too social to give up the opportunity of speaking with someone. Giving a slow dip of his crown, he officially greeted the man. "Hello," he voiced, tone falling more on the calm side. "My joining was fairly recent. My name is Alastor Vranas, it's a pleasure to meet you." A pleasure to meet another member of the pack, really. He'd been told it was small, and felt a bit... out of place. Bonds had already been made and whatnot, and he felt as if he were intruding on them. While that feeling was bound to wash away with time, enough had yet to pass for it to even begin to fade.

"What's your name?" the Greek asked then, wishing to keep his thoughts from drifting too far away. He had a voice to match an appearance, but no name yet to tie it all together. Going by the obvious fact that the other wolf was a male, he believed him to be the one Fitz had called 'Chaska', but did not vocalize his assumption. On the off chance he was incorrect, he did not wish to offend, or make any sort of bad impression.

The voice of the wolf was calm as he answered his question with a calm greeting. Already, he liked this wolf. In the small time he had with the boy already, he knew he was calm, respectful, and seemed to be very kind. Unless some he had seen. Even his posture didn't appeared to be non-aggressive. Though his gaze seemed to pierce through him. Right into his soul. It sent little shivers down his spine, coursing through his body.

"Chaska" he replied. "What do you think of this mountain so far? And do you have a den yet? If not, I can offer assistance in finding one." he asked. He knew that it wasn't too hard to find one, since it hadn't taken him long to find one. But maybe he could make a good impression for this one for helping him. He believed that if one strengthened a relationship with another, then they would most certainly be there when needed. And he trusted this pack to be there. For this pack was nothing like his family.

As little shivers ran their course through the other's body, the Greek caught sight of them. The motion was small, but he'd managed to view the slight twitch that rippled his dark grey back. He was uncertain of what had caused it, as he hadn't felt a chilly breeze whip past them. Then again, he recognized the fact that his coat was rather thick, and believed one may have gone by without him taking notice. No matter, the chill seemed to have passed by as the other's form stilled and the shivers appeared no more. Alastor did not question it, deciding it was not too important. Instead, his attention was drawn to the sound of the elder's voice once more, learning his silent assumption had actually been correct. That was a nice thing to know, but also had him curious about how the other members looked. Not bothering to dwell on the topic too long, given that he was sure he would eventually meet the rest of the pack, he refocused himself on what was being said.

Two questions, followed by an offer. It brought a smile to his face, though not an overly large one. It was measly, at best, but not at all forced. "So far, living here has been enjoyable," he answered, a soft sway of his tail complimented his words. "I haven't met any of the other members just yet, but the land itself is quite nice. The mountain flowers, especially." He'd always had a thing for plants, but flowers were his absolute favourite. Due to that, he'd often found himself sleeping outside and in the open, but the idea of finding an actual den was definitely appealing. "Not yet," Alastor voiced. "I wouldn't mind having help in finding one." He'd never really gone den-hunting before, so it'd be a new experience for him. With them being on a mountain, he had a feeling there were plenty of spaces where one could stay in and use as a den, but he wasn't entirely sure. Guess he'd find out.

The wolf answered his questions as he had hoped. Chaska guessed he must really be into nature, or perhaps just the flower part of nature. He wasn't too into it, and was more into the sky above, often daydreaming when alone. Still, everyone had to have a hobby, and he had nothing against it. It seemed he was inclined on accepting the offer. This made the grey wolf glad, one of the reasons being that he was well on the road of making another acquaintance on this mountain. Chaska's tail swayed back and forth excitedly once as he replied, but only a small motion, and with a glimmer in his eyes.

"I can show you around on the way. Shall we start now, or do you have some questions?" he asked, in case there was something he needed to know. It was polite to give all knowledge needed by another, and he would give it freely. As long as it wasn't anything that could threaten the safety the safety of those closest to him.

 
It was pleasant, for the boy, to have come across someone who came off as being so polite. A nice balance of kindness and manners, something he appreciated greatly. When questions were brought up, he took a moment to think. After running through his own mind for a moment or two, he pulled himself back to reality and gave a soft shake of his head. “I cannot come up with any questions at the moment,” he admitted, focusing his attention back on the elder as he spoke. Fitz had told him enough before he’d reached the mountain, and he preferred learning about the land itself on his own. It wasn’t that he distrusted the information another could provide, but he enjoyed having something to do during times in which sleep evaded him, or when he found himself waking up early. Plus, nature as a whole called to him, and he felt as if hearing about it from others did not provide the proper amount of respect that he felt Gaia deserved.
 
“If during this I take up too much of your time, please let me know,” he voiced suddenly. Alastor enjoyed the company of others, he really did, but he didn’t want to be the one to take time away from them. If someone he was with ever wished to go off and do something else, he didn’t want to be the one to hold them back. That would, after all, not be a very kind thing to do. “Thank you for having offered to help me.” Mentally, he kicked himself, as he’d nearly forgotten to give his thanks to the man. Afterwards, he waited for the grey coated wolf to take the lead, unsure of where he planned for them to go first.

Chaska gave a light nod to Alastor after his first reply to his first question. It was fine with him, better than answering questions to someone who didn't really care for them to be answered. Some wolves were just not honest enough.

A light-hearted chuckle escaped his mouth. "Trust me, there is nothing better to do at the moment. Except maybe find a little snack, or go cloud-gazing, thinking up some plot for my next tale for the pups." Unwillingly, his eyes drifted upwards to the clouds. It took some of his willpower to come back to the ground and the wolf before him. "How about we do that? Go get something to eat? And maybe, on the way, we can find a den for you. What do you say?" he queried with an inviting touch to the words. He started into a trot the opposite way, not waiting for the other wolf to follow, but went at a slow enough pace for him to catch up. If he didn't want to come, then that was fine with him.

As the older male’s chuckle filled the air around them, Alastor could not help but allow his tail to sway faintly. Already, he found he liked the grey wolf, and hoped to become better friends with him over time. His kindness was not something that would ever be forgotten, that was for sure. At the mention of tale-telling, the boy’s ears perked up a bit, and his head even tilted in a way similar to how a confused puppy might. “You’re a storyteller?” he questioned, a smile across his maw and curiosity in his pale eyes. He recalled Fitz having mentioned the other was pursuing the chronicler trade, but hearing him mention it for himself seemed to make it all the more true. The argent Greek had been a sucker for a good story when he was younger, having always paid close attention when his mother decided to share a tale with him and his siblings. It hadn’t always been as fun as learning about the different plants, but was definitely more enjoyable than lesson revolving around self-defense.
 
Alastor had to think for a moment, when another idea was presented to him. Deciding that it sounded like a good one, he gave a quick nod of his head. “That sounds like a wonderful plan,” he commented, already having grown a bit more excited. Once Chaska had started to trot away, the younger followed after him, happy to be in the company of another. As they walked, a question popped into his mind. “What type of stories do you tell?” There was no hiding the interest in his tone, not that he wanted to. The foreigner’s mother had told him stories of the Gods and Goddesses, of mythical creatures and adventurers. Each one had seemed to be different, but never any less entertaining than the others. It gave him a sudden desire to want to know what type of lore-sharer his companion was, whether it be stories of grand adventures and heroes, or of villains and terrible deeds.

Chaska nodded. A smile spread at the same time as one came to Alastor's. Once again, he knew this wolf would be a friend. And a good one at that. Well-mannered, curious, all the things that would be seen in a gentle-wolf. His tail swayed a little out of joy.

"Indeed I am. And a good one, at that. But I let others be the judge of that" he admitted. He did not like bragging at all, and if one bragged to him, he'd probably tone out right away.

He looked back to see the young wolf following, which is what he expected. The same with the question soon after. He shrugged and answered the question,

"Truthfully, I do not have a set category. Just whatever comes to mind, really. One day, it might be about a wolf saving a damsel in distress, and the next it may be a dark massacre." He looked back to the front, catching movement of what appeared to be a pale fluffy rabbit. "Found something ahead. Looks like a rabbit...you want to make the first move, or shall I?" he challenged in a friendly way, readying himself in a crouched stance with his hind legs ready to spring him forward.

Alastor nodded when he heard the other give his opinion of his skills. The addition of allowing others to judge his abilities was nice to hear, too. The boy did not particularly like those who boasted about themselves, having often found that people like that lacked manners, and were filled with arrogance. It was a terrible combination, he believed, and was nearly ecstatic to learn that Chaska was not like that. He had his own opinion of himself, as almost everyone did, but he was modest at the same time. That earned the elder another sway of his tail, along with a faint widening of his smile. The smile was soon joined by a glint in his icy optics, showing off a whole new wave of interest. Like his mother, the male told a variety of stories. Someday, the foreigner hoped to be able to hear one of his tales, and even reminded himself to ask about that later on. For the time being, however, he told himself to stay focused. The need to do so increased when there was mention of something being spotted. That something being a meal.
 
The younger was slightly taken aback by the challenge, even though it was a friendly one. Shaking it off, he looked ahead in the direction the leporine had gone. “You can move first,” he stated, dragging his gaze over the area in front of them as he spoke. “I’ll move around to the side so we have an advantage over it.” Looking at the grey being, he awaited any signs of disapproval, before taking a few steps forward. It was, perhaps, a bit too much, considering they were only after a rabbit. Still, a meal was a meal no matter the creature being killed—something he’d learned during his time as a loner. One couldn’t afford to slip up and lose a catch, even if they were only chasing after something as small as, say, a mole. Not wishing to waste a moment longer, the boy started forward on light feet, drifting off to the side as he moved in the direction of the hare. If it took off before the other could get ahold of it, then Alastor planned to make sure it’s freedom was brief.

The grey wolf liked the idea of Alastor moving onto the side. If the rabbit managed to dodge, it would do so right into his jaws. So either way, the rabbit was going to end up as a feast for them.

He began to inch forward towards the creature, rolling his fore-shoulders and crouched low to the ground. He bent his legs, readying himself to spring forward. And with one swift movement, he pounced forward...and let his jaws snap onto it's back, drawing blood. With another chomp onto it's neck, there was a crunch, and then it's movement ceased to happen. He lifted his eyes to the other with him, licking his lips.

"Come on and have some" he invited before ripping into on of the rabbit's rear legs, and began eating it. There was the irony taste of it's blood from it's leg, the texture of it's fur touching bits of his tongue. For some reason, it tickled. But he kept it in himself, and ignored the sensation.

Alastor’s eyes were, more or less, glued to the space where the rabbit stood, clueless of the fate it was about to meet. He slunk around, movements seeming slow, but covering the necessary amount of ground. Once he reached the place he believed to work best, he crouched down and waited. As the other grey wolf inched forward, the boy’s own muscles tensed up, getting ready to spring forward if need be. The second the storyteller’s jaws wrapped themselves around the leporine’s back, the Greek wolf jumped to his feet and started trotting towards them. He grew satisfied by the cracking sound that went out around them, knowing instantly that it meant the creature was dead. He was a few paces off when the rabbit was dropped from the elder’s jaws, and he was invited to join him. Drawing his tongue out over his muzzle, he gave a nod of his head and then closed the distance between them.
 
“That was a good catch,” he complimented, right before leaning down and grabbing one of the hare’s forelimbs between his teeth. Using his paw to steady it, he yanked his head back, tearing the limb from the creature’s body. He then proceeded to take a step back, before beginning to eat the piece he’d taken. He had nearly forgotten how nice it felt to work together with another wolf while hunting. Even if their choice of prey was just a rabbit, the feeling wasn’t any less enjoyable. “Aside from rabbits, have you seen any other prey around here?” He’d finished the leg, and, as a wannabe gamekeeper, was curious  about what else lived in the area.

Chaska took a step back for Alastor, gnawing on the leg he had. He had to say, it was a clean kill. He had taken practice, in a way, on a larger creature during that hunt he took place in. That had been exciting, and he hoped for another soon. Perhaps he could ask Fitz about some time.

"Yes, there is. We have some deer nearby, along with other small creatures. That's all I know, though. Maybe you should talk with Fitz about what else there is" he answered to Alastor's question. After he went back to eating, then recalled what they originally were doing. "After we finish this, want to continue den-hunting?" he asked. Whether he did or not was up to Alastor. Maybe he would want to go on his own.

 
The boy paid careful attention as his question was answered, adding the collection of words to his memory. Later, maybe he would look into the deer around the mountain, and make note on his mental map of where they could be easily found. That would have to wait, though, which he had no problem with doing. Patience came to him with ease, as it should, given his upbringing and the trades he wished to pursue. An impatient nature would do him no good, and so he would inwardly correct himself if he ever noticed a slip up of his own doing. “I will make sure to ask him when I see him next,” the argent wolf voiced, a faint nod following his words as if to solidify what he was saying.
 
When an inquiry was returned in his direction, he was quick to give a gentle shake of his head. Despite the elder having said earlier that there was nothing else he could be doing, Alastor still did not feel right about taking up too much of his time. “Perhaps another time?” he suggested, leaving out his reasoning behind it, assuming that the grey man would wave it off as no big deal. With that, he continued on with picking at their shared meal, not wishing to take more than what was necessary. Once the body was left with nothing edible on it, the Greek gave his farewells to Chaska, before heading off. The time spent had been enjoyable, and made him further appreciate his decision to join the mountain wolves.