Wolf RPG

It had taken longer than expected, but finally Tatkret returned from his scouting trip, none worse of wear and with plenty of information of the lands. He even brought back a souvenir — a fresh, large bone of a caribou that he was unwilling to share, even with @Sangilak . He had told her of the bypass directly south of them, and also of the mountains to the southwest. Mountains were plenty, but finding the right one, that would be a more difficult mission. Especially one that suited the likes of Tartok wolves.

After their discussion, the man retreated to lie in a shady spot near the base of the volcano this pack called their home. He could get used to it, he guessed, but it seemed much too...small. And the geysers surrounding the territory were an assault on all his senses. He stared flatly at the geyser field as a jet of steam shot into the air in the distance, barely audible from his position. With a snort, Tatkret then turned his attention back onto the bone he gripped between his forepaws, eagerly beginning to gnaw on the already very chewed up object.

Lorne shook out her fur as she returned from patrolling the border. There hadn't been anything new except for the smell of another recruit. She found herself wondering idly if this one would stick around for a substantial amount of time before ditching the pack as the others had done. 

She plodded tiredly back home to the cave the pack shared, spotting said recruit lying outside the cave and munching on a bone. She made no preamble, stopping before him to bark softly on greeting. "Hey. Welcome to Drageda, and all that," she made an effort to speak more than usual, her voice hoarse and raspy as she lay down outside the cave.

The Heda still hadn't returned and Wildfire found she missed the dark she-wolf. It didn't really make sense, she knew, and she mused about it quite a lot as she stepped out of the den and began ambling around the base of the volcano. Somewhere along the way, she decided she would hunt for Thuringwethil, put the kills aside so that she would have something to eat the instant she made her way home. It was the least the newcomer could do, after the dark leader had saved her life and given her a home.

That suddenly made Wildfire wonder about her would-be killer. She was part of Drageda, Wildfire surmised. What would it be like once they met properly? Would it be awkward and uncomfortable? Would they even acknowledge what had happened? Wildfire supposed she didn't really take the wolf's actions personally, so as far as she was concerned, maybe it was just water under the bridge.

Before she could think on it much further, two wolves materialized in the distance and the yearling paused to consider them from afar. The smaller one reminded Wildfire of her mother. The larger one appeared to be gnawing on a large bone. She sensed that they were in the middle of a conversation, so instead of walking up and interrupting them, she hung back and observed.

For one so brutish, Tatkret was quite delicate in the way he gnawed on the bone, picking at it from the side before turning his head slightly to chew on it at another angle. It was from this new view that he spotted the pack member approach — a small red thing that the man only observed for a few seconds before turning his head the other way again, continuing to gnaw. When she introduced herself in an oddly husky voice, Tatkret released his chew toy completely and held it underneath a forelimb, staring pointedly at the girl. His annoyance that she decided to come over to bother him was obvious from his gaze, though her words piqued his curiousity.

"Drageda?" he echoed, flicking an ear questioningly. He tried to remember if the Alpha or Sangilak had mentioned this word, though couldn't quite recall. Maybe they had, and he hadn't been listening, or deemed it unimportant. Most likely the latter. He idly looked past the other as another russet-coloured stranger appeared, just as small as the first, keeping her distance. Tatkret couldn't help but let out a soft chuff, almost in disbelief, as he turned back to the closer pack mate. "Are all wolves of this pack so small?"

"Are all males annoying?" She didn't particularly care that he didn't want her there, he didn't own the cave. It was a central den for all of the Dragons and she was as worthy of laying there as he was. If he didn't like it he could piss off, or in her mind he could. 

Lorne might have been a bit abrasive but she was tired and this male had the unlucky mistake of trying to joke about her size, a sore spot with the warrior woman. She had been jested at her while life for her diminutive size and she wasn't about to let some stranger who would probably walk out of Drageda within two weeks time walk over her.

They took notice of her, yet neither wolf beckoned her closer, so Wildfire continued to hang back. She could hear their voices as they spoke to one another. She blinked at the male's observation. She didn't take it personally, though the female's rejoinder caused her lips to twitch into a grin. Oh, the yearling though, shifting her weight, I like her. She wanted to come closer and introduce herself, yet Wildfire still didn't want to infringe on the two, so she busied herself with sniffing the ground, combing it idly for scents of prey.

Two things happened subsequently. Well, one thing didn't happen: neither of them motioned her closer. And then she actually struck a fresh game trail. The young she-wolf paused, licking her lips and glancing at the argumentative pair before shrugging to herself and loping in the direction of prey. It seemed a more promising use of her time, anyhow.