Wolf RPG

The broad-shouldered beast had not forgotten the array of wolves who had met him on the borders of the forest pack. He had been mesmerized by the sheer number of stunning faces. All of them had proven to be peaceful creatures; they were healers and druids in their home. Lærke had spent the vast majority of his life as a warrior of the moonlit wolves. He had carried the soturi title with pride, and still looked on his past experience with a fondness that could not have been compared to anything earthly. He was finding difficulty in remaining a beast of the trees as opposed to the wolf of fang and claw that he had been in Enok. Still, the bear longed for someone to spar with. He was beginning to feel as though the heaviness of his build was turning to fat instead of muscle, and his sister would certainly not let him get away with such things.
 
He had spent the morning hunting and had returned with a large hare clasped between his teeth. Remembering the silver-coated female who had arrived on the edges of Donnelaith when he had requested an audience, Lærke set about seeking for the woman. She had stayed silent while he had spoken, and though she had been called away quite suddenly, he had not forgotten the sharp spark of her vision or the curiosity that had stirred the expression on her face. The hare would do for a nice gift, if she would have it.

He moved with purpose though his mucles were positively itching for more. The way he combed the packs borders wasn't enough for the guardian - he felt he was growing stale. Perhaps it had been the weeks of moving with constant concern, with the adrenaline overloading his system until there was little else. Perhaps it was just the near dull, settled feeling here, when things had shifted and moved constantly within Poughkeepsie - if asked he could not produce a reason. 

When he spotted two packmates in his pass through the pack he approached with a nod to them both - neither of the wolves he had met before, but, at least had seen them in passing.  They were headed in the direction he had just left, and there was little that he could offer to them without knowing their purpose - or if they were even moving together. 

A swirling mixture of scents lingered in the air, and the great bear found pause in his trek. His argent gaze drifted carefully along the thickly rooted trees. Lærke sought the company of those who would share the same space as he. The bard was no stranger to companionship of many different kinds. When his eyes caught sight of a shape that reminded him somewhat of a warped version of his own reflection, he allowed a grin to spread his features. 

"Hail," he boomed in the deep bass of his voice. There was little control over his volume. Still, his intentions were good enough. As he peered curiously at the stranger, he glanced to see another - hidden quietly in the background. He wondered if they belonged together.