Wolf RPG

The brute was new to the area, and he couldn't wipe the smuggle grin off his face. He could almost smell the wolves that lived in the area is had practically stumbled upon. The thrill that excitement might wait around every corner was only to blissful a thought to pass up on the opportunity. His body tingled as his dulled claws scrapped the snow that had fallen only a few nights prior. This was the life. The ebony male was sure he had died and found his way to heaven.

Shida, was his name, the man who's fur was as dark as the very night sky he now stalked under. They were close. The first pack on his rampage. He had no fears, no manners and no aversions of any kind. Why would he? He was a veteran loner, had been for longer than he cared to remember. He had no responsibilities and this is why he was the perfect trouble maker.

It was still hard to believe, that after everything Charley would leave. In truth, Charley probably left a long time ago during her search for Teekon, and was replaced with Alder, someone she couldn't say she knew. The agouti pelted vixen stood out amongst the colorless winter, as she traveled out of the Court, in need of a break from the packs problems. She wouldn't abandon them now, in such an awful time, she just couldn't stand wandering the territory any longer and strived for a feeling of release. As she traveled into higher ground, a steam-vent suddenly striked from the ground and she packed away to watch as the smokey mist surrounded the air. 

It startled her slightly, forcing the fae to stumble back in surprise. Her heart beat began to slow once she realized it was only a harmless force of nature, and she continued her mopey saunter up the summit, soon enough being completely engulfed in cloud.