Wolf RPG

Smoky breath billowed around the grayscale mass of fur as his strong paws carried him through the twisted undergrowth. Spring had not yet fully sprung but already the forest had a promising aura to its expanse. His maw parted, letting his tongue loll out to the side as he breathed in the musty canine scent of those who had ran these trails before him and underneath it all, the tempting odour of rabbits. No wonder these tracks seemed infested with wolf scents; the woodland was practically teeming with delicious morsels just waiting to be snapped up. He'd certainly log this particular site as a possible hunting spot in case he was in need of an easy meal.

With that thought still on his mind, the grey male pressed on through the last of the still dormant shrubs to emerge among the tree line, his warm ochre optics sparkling with interest as he surveyed the magnificent domain before him. An emerald valley stretched wide beneath a thin sprinkling of snow, the weak sun just stroking the buds of the wild flowers that were just beginning to pepper the landscape. And in the distance, just kissing the horizon, the brute could just about make out the icy blue tinge of an ice river enclosed in a grey smudge, presumably rocky outcrops and mountains. He breathed a deep sigh, enjoying the cool air and the maze of trails still waiting to be discovered. "This certainly is far different from the forest gloom," he voiced, keeping his tone low and to himself. Perhapse a wolf native to this land would sense his presence or simply stop by to greet him, he didn't know, just so long as he didn't aggravate any packs that had staked their claim nearby.

Keeping most of her time inside Moonlit Hills, in the dark woods of Phatom Hollow. Trying her best to seclude herself from any familiar faces, while also holding her duties as Beta, was more difficult than she'd hoped. Sage had been cheated on, betrayed, and she needed to get away from the land, in hopes to relieve herself from the pain. It had been awhile since she left the dark hollow, sunlight barely casting down upon its ground, only making its way from the treetops. Moonlight had a larger chance, only adding to the creepy depiction. Spring was slowly coming out from its slumber, patches of snow still lay across the land. 

New areas always lifted her spirits, being a traveler all her life, her stomach ache seemed to lesson agaisnt the Suns light rays. While walking through the landscape she stumbled upon the unfamiliar scent of a brute. Her ears lifted, perhaps he could take away her dark thoughts and make her touch happiness again? Once trotting in the direction of the stranger, she soon spotted him, and while doing so heard him speak. Had he been speaking to her? Did the wolf already know of her presence? His words were true, her mind referring to the hollows, dark and dense, while this was open and friendly. "I agree," she spoke, slowly making her way to his side. Though leaving space, in case he was an aggressive and would snap at her upcoming.

It seemed as though by some strange coincidence that some canine had answered his thoughts so soon. With a slight twist of his head, the feathered male tore his gaze away from the beautiful scenery to reside his focus upon an unfamiliar she wolf. He observed silently, keeping a neutral posture, as her light paw steps trotted up and paused a little away away from his flank. Her respectful courage was certainly something to admire though the ebony wolf seemed slightly subdued, whether it be from the previous events leading up to this moment in time or simply just the effort of traveling. Either way, the brute had no insight to make a comment on the matter so he put the thought to one side.

Tilting his slender muzzle forward slightly, he breathed in her musky smell, not recognising it from the trails he had just left. "I'm guessing you're not from round 'ere," he replied at last, the glint of interest in his amber eyes never faltering. The slight twing of his accent was subtle, perhapse not catching the awareness of the dark fae, but still present. Still a reminder of the turmoil he had faced.