Wolf RPG

It was a rather beautiful winter day when Jolon decided to explore. What was even better was that the bright spirit, Asterr, tagged along with him. He watched as little snowflakes, all unique in their own way, fell down upon them from the sky above. It was cold but Jolon didn't care one bit. As long as they were moving, every kind of weather would be fine. He sometimes looked back to get a glance of the petite girl, her raven coat now covered with little snowflakes resembling sugar on a chocolate cookie. He wondered if the life of a to-be tribe leader was doing her well. She certainly seemed proud of what she had achieved and Jolon was happy for her, especially when she carried a warm smile on her muzzle. They had walked in silence for a bit now, but Jolon wanted to start a conversation. He had been curious of her past as well as her present since the day they had met, and now was his chance to finally get to know her better. So he stroke up the courage to say something, making a bit of smalltalk to start off with before moving to very personal questions.

So, how do you think everything is going? All according to your plan? Jolon asked her in his cold manner, although he tried to sound more warm to her. He didn't stop to talk though, his muzzle still facing the direction they had been going in.

After her last trip outside of the territory, the girl had sworn to herself that she would take a break and focus more on completing things in relation to the tribe. Things had been going well, too, for she'd kept herself busy scouting out places for caches and walking along what would soon be their borders. Her urge to travel had been subdued and she'd been content, enjoying the comfort of her home—perhaps even more so than the thrill of adventuring. Still, when she'd spotted Jolon and learned of his plan to explore, she'd been unable to stay behind. The yearling had left the territory with him in silence, taking the time to enjoy the sounds of the wilderness around them. She'd been quick to realize that they were heading in a direction she'd already inspected, but had not alerted him to this fact. It was not a big deal, for surely there must have been things she'd missed during her first trip there.

The quiet was not something that had bugged the girl, for within it peace could be discovered. When her companion's voice touched her ears, however, she'd found herself relieved over that fact that he'd decided to strike up a conversation. "Things are going well," she responded, increasing her pace for a moment so she could move along at his side. "Thus far, everything I have planned has fallen into place. I believe that we may place our claim upon the volcano in the days to come." The day in which their home would be complete was nearing, and Asterr could not deny the excitement she felt within her chest. The first stage of the goal she'd set out to complete would come to a successful close, and that alone was enough to have her feeling more accomplished than ever before. "Are you excited for it?" Her pale gaze was soon focused on the side of his face, before she went back to looking out over the space before them. She knew they would not start off with many members, but the ones she'd recruited were all they really needed. Their loyalty had been given to her and the tribe as a whole, after all, and with that the start of bonds had been made.

Indigo kept mostly to herself in her travels, still unwilling to put her trust in others thus far, and having no reason to branch out other than the sheer fact she was a pack wolf at heart.  However, this was the first time in her almost three years of life that she'd been considered a loner, that meant she was without the safety of her family or numbers to feel completely safe. Surprisingly, this reality didn't seem to bother Indigo on the surface, but a part of the burnt charcoal wolf yearned to lift her voice along with the haunting cries and howls she heard at night echoing over the valleys and mountainside, wanting to be apart of something once more. That feeling, she figured, would always remain. She'd never been without her family unit until now, but for the time being, Indigo decided she'd savor these days of solitude, do a little a soul searching herself. So for now, the she wolf ignored her instincts to band with others, wanting to acquaint herself more with these new lands before making any rash decisions. 

The dark furred female had been getting more of a mental map of these lands with each passing day, making notes of areas where lands were claimed and where new scents had begun to amass.  There were many packs in the area as far as she could discern, and she took care to keep her own paws well away from their heavily marked borders. She sometimes observed the various pack wolves and loners that frequented these parts, studying their interactions with one another, but for the most part, Indigo kept to herself. 

She was doing much the same today when a pair of voices caught her attention and pulled her away from the snowshoe she'd been tracking for an early lunch.  Normally Indigo would've simply changed her own direction and sauntered off into the shadows, but there was something intriguing about the dialogue shared between a male and female that had caused the lone wolf to stay and linger. She soon spotted them after hunkering down in the thicket, a pair of dark wolves like herself though the female was much smaller. The unknown she wolf spoke of claiming the volcano nearby. Were these wolves trying to establish a pack?

It wouldn't do to be caught stalking the pair, so Indigo quietly crept out of her spot and loped off a few yards, better for them to see a lone wolf ahead on their path rather than finding a surprise from behind. She huffed slightly on the snowy path, unable to see them just yet, but confident they'd come across her soon enough. She nosed at the ground, playing natural as if she was still tracking that snowshoe rabbit.

When the petite girl spoke, she moved faster, their bodies now lining up. Her saying that everything was going well and that it would not take long before they could lay an official claim was nice to hear. Jolon was enjoying himself for the first time since that dreadful day... But that time was in the past. This new home, his fellow members and the beautiful dragoness walking beside him were his top priority now, his present and future. He glanced over at her, her raven coat standing out in the snow, before she asked him whether he was excited for all of this.Most certainly. I can't imagine what it would be like when we're all together at the beautiful volcano, like a family. Of course he was excited, it was all he'd been looking out for since the day he had met her. He looked forward to bonding with everyone, exploring the area and spending time with Asterr herself. Jolon certainly had grown fond of her, enjoying their time together more than anything.

Jolon sniffed the air. There was someone nearby, someone who wasn't scared of them apparently, for a dark, feminine figure waddled it's way into Jolon's eyesight a fair distance away. It looked like she was tracking something, not paying much attention to them. Jolon stopped walking, his ears perking up but keeping a neutral stance. He glanced over at his companion, wondering if she wanted to approach this dark stranger. Perhaps they could call out to the loner, but who was to say that she wouldn't flee the moment she laid eyes upon them? He tipped his head, staring at the bright spirit. You wanna go to her or not?

His response brought a smile upon her face, one which was directed solely at him. While she doubted any of her followers were not eagerly awaiting their claim to be made—why else would they have agreed to join if not interested at least a little bit?—she was still comforted by verbal confirmations of such. It made her certain she had not sent herself out on a fool's mission, and that the life she'd envisioned for herself would be well within her grasp soon enough. It was a good thing she was patient, for had she not been it was certain she would've driven herself mad with anticipation weeks ago. Each new recruit took the edge off, strengthening the image of the life she'd picture for them all.

When an unfamiliar wolf had entered their lines of sight, Asterr had taken an extra step before she, too, stopped. Her gaze lingered upon the female for a moment before shifting to her companion, taking note of his silent query. She gave a small nod before returning her attention to the unknown presence, allowing herself to drift closer. To be a polite speaking distance away was all she'd wished to accomplish at the moment, and so her movements had once again ceased once such a position had been reached. She kept silent, as usual, glancing over her figure and allowing her to do the same to them; given she'd noticed their approach, of course.

The woman's title as a loner was obvious, her scent not possessing any hints of others. The tribe's female count was low, consisting only of herself and one other, so it came as little surprise when she'd found herself more interested in the other. "Hello," the dragoness greeted, then paused to give time for her companion to offer one or the woman to return it, perhaps even both. "Is your hunt going well?" It seemed the woman was tracking something, most likely a meal. Asterr was genuinely curious of what her answer would be, wondering if she should offer something to the female, as well as wishing to know of what prey lingered in the area.

Instead of offering a verbal response, the stranger had chosen to flee the scene instead. The dragoness was rather dumbfounded by the action, replaying her words over within her head to ensure she'd said nothing capable of causing offense. Her results were just as expected, too—her words had been fine. That being the case, she wondered what had caused the other to leave. Shyness, perhaps, or maybe even fear. Whatever the case might have been, she did not allow herself to linger on it. The sudden departure had been quite rude, and for that there was no excuse.

"It was," the yearling agreed, her voice a mere murmur as she stared off in the direction the female had disappeared into. She blinked then, once or twice, before directing her gaze to Jolon. "I do wonder about her reasoning for leaving so suddenly..." Asterr did not expect him to hold the answer, the words being nothing other than a statement, but she had been unable to keep them from falling off her tongue.