Wolf RPG

It was time. The Pryor mates were no longer a part of Larksong Grotto, hadn't been since the night before. The King and Queen had spent the night beneath the stars together, and the entire day mulling around the burnt out but regrowing rise. It was a nice place, Charley had to admit. But the pair was quick to decide that no: this would not be their palace.
When the sun began to dip down towards the horizon, Charley loosed a mighty howl into the air. The patchy brute took his place next to his silvery wife, tail and head high in dominance. His message was clear, and he knew those who were waiting for him and Aspen would know to come.
Come, be led, and journey: tonight, we go home! 
The pair waited a long while, decidedly, until they were content all had shown up. Stragglers would still be welcomed, but no more was Charley willing to wait. 
                "Our followers, it is time. Tonight, we march! We go South, and we will travel through the night. When we've found a good place to camp out for the day, we'll break and hunt there: but then we will be off again. This cycle will repeat until we've found it, our palace. You are royalty now, and I expect you all to act like it! Defend those who show you loyalty with respect, and strangers are to stay away unless they too plan to give their lives for the court."
Harsh though his words might be, Charley spoke with excitement and pride, with the tone of an alpha, though there were plans to keep unneeded dominance to a lower level as to not drive recruits away. Spineless cowards were not welcome in his court, no. No frightened or shady characters, no. Only those who would fight and work and, if need be, DIE for the court would be welcomed. Only those who can be trusted. Of these wolves, there were few to none he felt closely enough with to trust with his life. Perhaps on the way, someone would catch his attention. Would there be inner circle members upon arriving home, or would that take more time and settling?
After giving enough time for Aspen to put in anything she needed, and urging her to with a love-laced glance, Charley began to turn. Signaling with his tail for the wolves gathered to follow, the Pryor led the head of the group South into the dying rays of sun, to where they would eventually make camp somewhere far from the Rise and the Grotto.

Today was the day. Her and her husband and their followers would be taking a journey to find their new home. Aspen was sure willing to take as long as it took to find the perfect place for their palace. Their forever home. Aspen's ears twitched as Charley howled for their followers and she watched intently as they gathered. 

When Charley rose so did she tail high, this pack was theirs now, to rule the way it deserved to be. As Charley spoke Aspen remained silent, he touched on pretty much every major point that needed to be hit. She had not much to add but she tried anyways. He spoke so well to large groups, something Aspen would certainly have to work on. "Yes I agree with my mate, there is no telling how long this journey will be, let alone where we will end up, but I know that once we find the perfect place that is where we will stay for as long as the pack thrives. We don't ask much from you only that you remain loyal to us and to the rest of the wolves, defend them with anything that it takes for these wolves will become your family..." she paused for a moment before continuing on.

"Should a wolf approach you with the intent to join us, be sure to get either my or Charley's attention before dealing with the situation. That way we can come over and see that we gather our own impression of the wolf and their worth. Whether their intentions be pure or not. With that said, let us go," she stated with a small nod and a hint of a smile. She was in fact quite proud of herself. 

She turned tail and walked proudly along side her mate and king, glancing behind just to make sure that they were following. She couldn't help but fear these wolves would leave for some reason or another but she hoped they proved her wrong. She too would be watching them, carefully searching for potential inner circle members. 

Heartha came to the voice of her alphas. She stood ready, but not before bowing to them, giving a single glance of acknowledgement to Aspen. Her mate was strong, and Heartha felt he would be a strong leader. A good alpha to follow. To the end she would follow them. What else could she do?

Once they started, she followed willingly along, glancing back and forth to the others that had amassed around and moved with them. It most definitely seemed like a good start to a new life.

Estella came at the sound of Charley's howl with her sister Paikea.  She was still distraught about Thea's recent disappearance and found herself constantly worried about her sister, yet this new pack that Paikea had told her about perked Stella's interests, so she made her way towards Charley, after his howl rang through the air.

Upon reaching him, she noticed a few other wolves and then listened as Charley began to speak, soon after a grey female who claimed to be his mate spoke too.  Estella liked this royalty idea, it sounded noble, but she was still saddened about Thea's disapearance.  She missed her sister so.

To say she listened attentively would be...well, false. It wasn't that she wasn't sincere, wasn't loyal, but only that her time around wolves, wild wolves, had been limited, and her attention wandered from them, to the other wolves arriving, to an odd creature scampering along a distance away, to anything new that demanded her attention. She was young, and carefree, and had a very limited attention span. But that did not mean she was stupid, and she wondered how Aspen's and Harley's tales of royalty and a great kingdom would be received by not only the wolves following them, but those who may reside around the land they might claim.

But for know she would follow, learn of this wonderful new land she suddenly found herself in. Perhaps this would prove a poor venture, for she was not familiar with the traditional structure of packs and their own customs. But this was new, a chance to learn and adventure, and she felt confident in her decision to follow-

Oh, look. A raccoon, it seemed, was blundering about a short distance from the rest of the party. Would it make a meal? Alas, Ayla was not the best hunter from her short stay in captivity and did not pursue the potential food.

The ruling couple made their statement of the pack's future homeland. For now, they would head South and uncover their hidden home. The day was growing dark, making Skeet look up at the waning sun that was being overtaken by the moon. The mighty words of Charley made Skeet wonder. Was he royalty now? Well, it beat being a priest or omega.

Aspen's words went heard by his large ears; the brute smiled widely at the couple. A king and queen, hopefully, they would lead this group into the bright rays of the sun into a good home. He followed them, happy to know that this was going to be his new home.