Wolf RPG

Winter had no love for the weak and the lonely. It was that simple fact of life that drove her to that ragtag group of mercenaries just a few moons ago. If she could, the waif would have cursed herself for leaving the band during late autumn. She had no guarantee that this pack, this haven for assassins, spies, and worshippers of the night would take her in. The rumors she heard described nothing but savagery from the lot of them - they worshipped some goddess of blood and depraved sex and a god of death and torture. Wolves, hybrids, whatever creature dared to cross their borders and somehow left alive was dragged into a special den and tortured just for fun. Witches, murderers and the insane flocked to their borders, answering the call of some dark priestess and her bloodthirsty cult known as the Dark Brotherhood. She thought about this for a few moments - was she insane? Was she willing to kill?

The questions turned in her head again and again, but she decided that she had no other options. What other pack here would use her talents well? She knew naught of the packs nearby and had no time to wander between them, judging who was the best for her. It was winter and she was a small, weak, lean creature even in the fat, fertile times of spring. She would stay here, through the winter. If they were not right for her she would leave come spring.

It took her hours to find a kill to present to whomever came to greet her. With no words of her own to describe her talents in watching, following, assessing, and listening, she presented her attributes visually. It was through some kind of luck that she found that den in the mountain south of the dark forest, and in that den a mother bear who gave birth in the grips of her winter slumber. The mother was early in her delivery, but still locked in her slumber, giving the silent waif the opportunity to "acquire" one of her cubs. The coywolfdog dragged the substantial weight back with her to the southern border of the black forest, and sat there, waiting. They would come. She knew they would.

Burke was once again on border patrol. He was working hard towards his guardian specialty now he found that being a warrior was asking too much of his aging body. The heavy set male liked to do his round and scent mark the area. They did not have much trespassers lately which also showed in their borders lacking their dead bodies as a warning sign. Still Burke had strategically placed the rotten bodies so they would give away their horrible stench. The grey tank made surprisingly not a lot of noise, he could be silent and often used the shadows to hide himself in as taught by Meldresi before she died. 

Burke soon noticed a different smell which indicated to a loner. The male moved quietly further through his woods. The large male stepped forward from the shadows once he was close. The male's face was stoic and calm. His pale eyes falling to the bear cub at her feet did make him question a lot of things. Burke bared his teeth a bit, because normally wolves who wanted to join would howl for them. This one was waiting at their borders and Burke wondered what she was planning. He did not like the fact that she could have been planning something. "What is your business here?," he questioned sharply. She looked frail, but the fact that she had a bear cub was stating other things.

The waif waited, her slim body pressed against the quickly cooling bear cub's body. Her presence was noted quickly, and as if from no where, a wolf parted from the shadows of the forest. He was heavyset, with thick shoulders and limbs and large paws that could easily crush her if he wished. Immediately, Quiet rolled onto her side, rubbing her face into the ground submissively. Her normal, unblinking eyes flickered away for a moment under his piercing gaze toned in a hue similar to her brother's.

She pushed the carcass towards the large male, her body still fixed in the submissive posturing. She then lifted a paw and gestured towards her neck, then opening her mouth and straining slightly. No noise other than a barely perceptibly squeak exited her maw. Hopefully, the wolf would understand.

This female before her was quite strange for Burke. He had met a few wolves without the ability to speak but he didn't get that she was part of them until she tried to vocalize. Nothing seemed to come out of her throat. Burke looked at her and the dead bear cub. Sure she had a knack for being quiet to kill a bear cub after taking it away from its mother but they were wolves they vocalized a lot. While hunting he needed to know where everyone was and that was usually communicated with a howl. That would be a serious disadvantage. On top of that the female didn't really look like she could stand her own, she was small and skinny. 

Then again as a spy she could be useful. If she masked her scent well no on could ever pull information out of her, yet then again she couldn't really communicate what she would have found on her spy missions. Burke kept his gaze skeptical, the female did show the right submissiveness to fall into his good graces but he wasn't sure one without a voice would be of good use in their pack. His docked tail was up as he looked over her with his judging gaze. "So you want to join my pack?,' he asked, pointing his muzzle at the dead trespasser not close by. With the question he wanted to see if she could at least understand speech.

The silent woman nodded at the alpha's question, affirming her desires to join this pack. She could already see the cogs in this massive wolf's head turning. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing she was thinking - that she could be a useful spy in the ranks of this pack. No secret would escape her lips, only to be etched on the ground in front of her spymaster: this wolf.

She lay there for a moment, then grabbed a nearby stick. The snow had melted slightly, wetting the ground that they stood on, turning it into mud. In this perfect canvas Quiet drew three circles with two triangles on either side - one for each wolf that she had seen glimpses of as they patrolled their dark enclave. In two of them, she placed her paw and pressed down hard - for the red mark that adorned their shoulders. In one, she drew a smaller circle with eight lines sprouting from it - it had been harder to see in that wolf's black pelt, but there it was, a spider carved into his skin. With that, she stepped back, dropping the stick and returning to her submissive position. This wolf, despite his hulking frame, she knew to be smart. He could figure it out, couldn't he?

Burke watched the female with interest now she was starting to draw in the snow with the muddy underground. It was indeed perfect to see what she was meaning to tell. Burke wasn't so sure in the beginning but then he could clearly see that she meant two with the brotherhood sign which could be either Him, Kove or Nemesis. But the third had a spider sign which could be Damien or Cicero. He squinted his eyes a bit, soft of seeing the potential now. She was rather smart it seemed and she clearly could understand what he had been saying. 

"You have been watching, I see," he pointed out. "Alright, two weeks," he stated, meaning that she had two weeks to prove herself. No harm would be done to allow her in the pack for two weeks, and if she was eating more of the caches than helping them fill it Burke would make sure that she would get to know that. He wondered how this would work out and he could only find out by permitting her into the pack. He nodded to her and stepped aside a sign that she was allowed to enter.

Quiet allowed a small smile to cross her face - it was barely a tug at the corner of her lips, but it was there nonetheless. Quiet nodded to her new superior, dragging herself forward and licking gently and briefly under his chin as a sign of her thanks and a reinforcement of her submissiveness towards him.

She turned back and grabbed the stiffening bear cub, looking up at the alpha - she did not know his name, but what did a name matter to the silent? - expecting him to take her to the cache where she could add this to her new pack's stores.

Burke appreciated the sign of submission and nodded shortly. The heavy set male watched her grab the bear cub and then started to walk, expecting her to follow. He motioned to her to follow, he could talk to her but not having to talk was actually rather refreshing. Still there was some info that she needed to know about. "Be careful of Weeping Meadow, and don't enter Red Grove. Red grove you will recognize by the red bushes, and our former queen is resting there." It was clear of a thread not to go there. Burke knew that he had to move her bones soon, but he couldn't, not yet.

Burke took a turn and moved deeper and deeper into the dark forest, this was the part where one of the caches was. He started digging, his huge paws making a lot of ground and revealing some sources of meat. He motioned her to place it down before he would bury it again.

Quiet internalized the instructions and the location names Burke listed off as they strode through the dark woods. She cocked an ear at the mention of a Queen - the rumors she had encountered had mention of a dark furred queen with a guild of assassins at her back - and wondered who exactly she was. It was a pity she could not meet her.

The alpha led her to a cache, uncovering the ground to reveal meat not too deep into the ground. Quiet dropped the prize into the cache, then promptly began covering the cub with dirt. When she was finished, she looked up at Burke once more, her tail swinging slightly as she prompted him to continue his tour.

Burke nodded shortly to the female when she placed the bear cub by their caches. Burke had eaten recently and he was very cautious with over eating very since he gotten his bloat attack. Now he didn't have Meldresi to save him from that. The large male was doing better after her death but it was still tough being alone. He had always been alone but once you get adjusted to having someone around it was pretty nice. 

Burke trotted further past the edges, he wasn't going through the heart of the territory just yet. He would let her explore that herself. "Up ahead is the swamp. During the winter this is even more of a traitorous place, remember that when entering." Burke felt like he had been enough of a host for now. Plus he had other duties to do instead of hanging out with the newbie. "This is mostly it, the rest you can do by yourself," he assured her. "I am needed elsewhere but make sure to make yourself useful the next two weeks. Otherwise I will kick your mute butt out." Burke could be kind of a jerk, especially to the newer wolves. With that said he left the female to explore on her own. 

Quiet thought she had smelled a swamp. Such a noxious, fetid smell could not go unrecognized. The silent waif wondered what would drive a pack to live near such a place full of dangers, but then she reminded herself what kind of wolves she was dealing with. Monsters. Fighters. Killers. Spies. They loved danger, and Quiet had to accept that.

With a curt dismissal from her new alpha, Quiet nodded and watched him disappear into the dark forest. She was stunned by the sudden return of silence, with faint echoes of life radiating from somewhere off in the distance. Quiet looked around, hoping that she would not get herself lost in these Woods as she wandering into the fog, exploring her new home.