Wolf RPG

Mazi had been traveling for days.  The red and gray faced female panted as she kept at a top speed sprint.  She had recently left her birth pack after it had separated, do to declining lack of interest in the pack from her parents.  Spark and Malla.  Mazi wouldn’t think of that now.  Those memories were a thing of the past, now she would have to find a new pack.  Hopefully soon.

The female stop short suddenly scenting a scent marker.  She took a few steps back, to show respect, but excitement coursed through the girls veins.  Had she finally found a pack?  Mazi thought for a moment on how she would alert them of her presence and decided on howling.

Mazi tilted her head back letting out a loud long howl, to show her presence.  She made sure to make her tone friendly though.  Mazi knew a pack was something not to make an enemy of, that was just not a good idea so she decided to take careful measures.

Redhawk Caldera was a fortress, one its king would defend to the death any day of the week, but particularly now, with Fox's due date rapidly approaching. He stalked its borders moodily, squinting his good eye at anything that dared move. Any prey that wandered into his cross hairs would be dispatched immediately, the meat presented to the pregnant queen. Any other predators—wolves, coyotes, anything at all that could be labeled a threat—would be likewise terminated with extreme prejudice.

The stranger lingering near the borders was lucky Peregrine heard her before he saw her; if he had spotted her first, he probably would have attempted to execute her on the spot. But the howl conveyed a very distinct message. All the same, the Alpha immediately changed his course and began galloping toward her, chest puffed out and fur prickling. A growl tore from his throat before he could stop it, warning this wolf of his general temper.

Braking to a halt with his tail flung into the air like a rod, he demanded, "What do you want?"

As soon as Mazi saw the black pelted male, she instantly sunk into a submissive position.  Tilting her head to the left so the male could see her exposed neck, she made sure to make no eye contact whatsoever, tucked her tail beneath her and lowered herself.

Mazi made sure to answer the Alpha’s question truthfully.  “I come here in search of a pack.”  She began.  “But I can and will play my role if accepted.  I am a qualified hunter and fighter.  I can bring your pack more power.”

Mazi waited for the black coated males answer.  To her he seemed like a potential Alpha of this pack by the way he carried himself and of course his aggressive manner to protect his family and home here in whatever these wolves called this place.

She did everything right—averted her eyes, lowered her body, answered promptly—which caused Peregrine to relax slightly. He remained tense, eyes sharp, but the growl died in his throat and his tail gave a few snappy flicks rather than sticking out from his rear end like a poker.

"If you're such a good hunter, why have you come here empty-handed?" the Alpha asked, putting her on the spot. He liked to make newcomers squirm for the sake of it, though it was a pertinent enough question. Many wolves said they could hunt and fight—and he greatly valued such assets—but was he going to accept her on her word? Probably not.

Mazi already had an answer for his question ready, as she made sure to keep in her submissive position.  “Well if you would like I could prove it to you now.”  Mazi paused for effect.  “But wouldn’t it occur to you that if I had brought prey I could have taken it off your lands?  That is why I did not bring prey, I wanted to give you the respect you deserve and not raise questions that would make me seem of a threat to you.”

Mazi really hoped she had answered correctly and did not rise any temper or such in the black pelted male through her answer.  Her ears perked up a little as she awaited the response the male would give her to her answer.

His eyes narrowed to slits at her rejoinder. "These are the borders. Everything that way," he spoke, gesturing impatiently at the entire wilderness over her shoulder, "is no man's land. Everything behind me is part of my territory. You're right, I'd rip out your fucking throat if you tried hunting near here. But out there is prime hunting real estate." In other words: I don't accept your excuse.

With that said, the caldera's ranks had dwindled lately and they could certainly use a hunter and fighter, if she really was adept. "If you gain acceptance, you can prove it to me then," the swarthy Alpha rumbled, mostly to himself. "Fighting we can test right here, right now. Get up and show me your best defensive posture," Peregrine commanded.

Mazi stood as the male asked her to show her best defensive posture.  Although a nervous pang ripped through her gut as he did not accept her hunting excuse, but quickly slipped into her best defensive posture to show the male that she was indeed not worthless.

Mazi tucked her head to her chest, so her neck was no longer exposed, which was vital to her survival.  Then fluffed up her pelt, making herself look of a much bigger build then she really was.  Her eyes locked on the males body.  Anticipating a move from either his fangs or claws.  Mazi curled her lip back exposing jagged looking sharp fangs to finish her defensive position.

He had to admit, she was the poster child of a defensive fighter. He stared at her, analyzing every little detail of her posture, then eventually nodded in approval. But just when she probably thought she was off the hook, Peregrine abruptly sprang at her with the savagery of a jungle cat. He did not aim to spill blood, not that she would know that. They were perfect strangers, after all; they hadn't even exchanged names. This was another test.

He aimed to bear his entire weight down on her, jaws angling to grab her by the scruff and press her down to the earth. If she knew what was good for her—well, her chances of attaining a rank in the caldera—she would show him absolute supplication and, by doing so, accept her new place in the world as one of Peregrine's bitches.

If Mazi had learned one thing from the life of a loner.  It was: trust no one.  As Peregrine launched himself at her.  She sprang out of the way as fast as a hare with a growl making a leap for her life as the female had no idea that the male did not intend right now to spill blood.

Mazi landed a few feet away from Peregrine with a thud, lading on her paws.  Fear raced through her mind, but she hid it, knowing fear would only make her position worse.  She panted for a moment trying to catch her breath, but Mazi knew attacks could be launched again.  She sunk into her defensive position once more.

He wanted her to submit. But she fought back instead. Well, she sprang clear with a fierce growl. Although this initially pissed him off—did she not understand that accepting her place was paramount here?—he couldn't help but appreciate the swiftness of her reaction, the nearly immediate metamorphosis as she resumed her previous posture. She never once flinched, just acted and reacted.

Arching his tail, Peregrine slowly slunk toward her again, lip lifted. There was no aggressiveness in his approach, just a clear message: Accept my dominance now and you're in. Don't and you're out. He loomed like a great shadow-beast, waiting, his eyes heavy on the top of her head.

Mazi got the males message clearly.  She quickly reacted.  Mazi sunk close to the ground, tucked her tail in, made sure to not make eye contact with him and finally tilted her head to the side.  Slipping back into her original submissive position.  Although she felt herself tense half expecting another attack from the male.

Just like earlier, she prostrated herself before him. It was refreshing to come across wolves who understood hierarchy so implicitly. A small smile tugged at his lips and he backed off a few paces, his demeanor gentling somewhat.

"My name's Peregrine. I'm your new Alpha," the swarthy wolf rumbled. "You'll be part of the lower tier, until you prove yourself worthy of something better. I expect you to start proving your worth immediately; if you fail, you will be thrown out on your ass." He paused thoughtfully. "My mate, Fox, is expecting a litter. But if you come anywhere near the den before you earn our trust, you will be executed."

That left little to the imagination, didn't it. There was only one last thing he wanted to know before he resumed his patrol: "What is your name?"

Mazi felt relief surge through her as the Alpha seemed to cool down a little.  She listened as he told her his name; Peregrine.  She also listened very carefully as he told her not to go near his pregnant mate Fox.  She added that to a mental list of not to dos.  Although excitement coursed through her at the thought of pups.  She listened to everything else too.  With an unwavering interest.

"My name is Mazi."  Mazi responded when asked for her name.  Excitement and happiness rushed through her veins at the thought of being apart of a pack once more.

She offered up her name as readily as she had submitted. Peregrine repeated it, though only in his head. He gave her a speculative look, wondering how she would really measure up as a member of the caldera. So many wolves came, then left within weeks. Would she last?

"I have a patrol to finish. Make yourself at home. Just don't go near the den," he repeated his warning ominously. "See you around." Without another word or glance, he swept away to resume the tireless guardianship of his castle.

Mazi felt excitement raced through her as she padded past the border line and into Redhawk Caldera.  She again reminded herself mentally to not go into the den.  She wondered how long this Pack had been around?  She could always ask that another day, for now she was just happy to be here as she padded though the Caldera.  Happiness racing through her pelt, happy to be apart of something once more.