OOC: Here we go love! ^^ Forgive my rustyness, lol!
The night was dark and full of terrors, which was just how the big wolf liked it. Coal black paws carried the scarred male across the lush landscape of Shadow Mountain nearly soundlessly. The alabaster full moon glowed brightly in the cloudless sky, making the otherwise low visibility typical of the mountain a bit more forgiving for the moment. Crow had only been a resident of the mysterious mountain for a week or so now, but he'd already grown to love it. Its typical shroud of darkness thanks to its larger neighbors worked perfectly well for his shady visage, and the ironically well-grown habitat supplied plenty of easy game for both Crow and his younger brother. The two males had come to settle into their current home quite quickly.
Tonight found the two brothers apart, with Crow deciding he wanted to explore a bit more of their chosen home. He was curious about the packs residing nearby, and he wanted to see what he could find out the closer to one of their borders he wandered. The K'vari son didn't necessarily
want to start any trouble, but his lips pulled into an amused smirk at the thought that it always seemed to find him regardless. He'd come to figure that in that case, why even bother to avoid it? Trouble would catch him eventually. Hell, even when he wasn't causing trouble, he was usually bailing his bad-luck brother out of it instead. Ah well, what was life without a little adventure and mischief?
when you're trying to tag someone it won't work in the titles. Should work everywhere else though! <3 and you shush, you rustbucket.
His exploration became bolder as Witchhazel grew more comfortable in the sentinels and as did he in his role as father and guardian. He still did not give himself the title of parent - it was overwhelming and strange. There were many who would serve the little girl better he felt, than a male who had never tended to any young before. Still somehow he seemed to accomplish things in his won way, she was fed, she was engaged, she seemed happy enough.
Still it did little to curb Castiel's great longing to know more and to understand, and even the captivating Armand had not satisfied that itch in him. It perhaps left him more questions than answers, in reality. The large male shook his coat out as he took to the mountains to explore a land he had not yet touched. Witchhazel was with Deirdre and he let the two females have their time together, Castiel in turn taking to the night and doing as he pleased.
He was masked by the darkness, the moon showing him the weaker points of the mountainside as he climbed so that he did not fall. It was a nicety, one he did not take for granted, even though he had never found himself on the mountains for long. His steps were steady, massive frame helping to keep him rooted to the ground rather than send him tumbling down the mountain side.
OOC: Yeah I belatedly realized I'd forgotten to link you! WHOOPS! ;P
Crow wasn't sure just how long he'd been exploring when an umistakably canine scent drifted to his sensitive nose. He stopped quietly in his tracks, taking a deep whiff as the wind whistled through his ears. The subject was male, and didn't smell of the mountain. He was either a new-come loner, or a member of a pack Crow had yet to encounter a border for. Whatever his origin, this was neutral territory, and the big black wolf was careful to adapt a stance exuding confidence, but not aggression. He'd prefer not to start off making enemies so soon after his own arrival.
Careful to remain downwind of his chosen interest, the big loner padded softly through the dark underbrush of the mountain. The wind continued to wash over him as he drew closer to the now-visible stranger, reinforcing the unknown, larger male's scent and bringing the quiet sounds of his passage to Crow's waiting ears. Stopping a moment, the K'vari son took a moment to shake himself out, loosening his stance and rolling the kinks out of his broad shoulders. Feeling more curious than sociable, the slightly smaller Crow made no more effort to hide his pressence. He called out in his gravelly baritone as he emerged into the bright moonlight from the shadows,
Evening there, stranger. Beautiful night for a wander, don't you think?
His lips pulled into what has at once been called both irresistibly charming and highly unsettling, though there was no malice behind the expression.