Wolf RPG

Flat land did little to shield a wolf from the weather. More importantly, Njal found that living here had made him more cautious of other wolves. It was difficult to tell at an immense distance if a silhouette was one of a friend or foe, despite how easy it was to spy upon their wandering. Out here in the wide spaces, a wolf could go where he chose - but he would be seen by many. This thought carried with the warden as he headed away from the river. He marched towards the mountain in the distance as if to shelter himself within it's shadow; however, he only made it so far before the sky began to turn dark. With a lift of his nose towards the sky Njal inhaled the sharp scent of rain and watched, for a time, as the sky finally opened up. Anticipating a quick spring shower, Njal stood beneath the spray of drops as they fell, feeling them drip and drag like fingers through his fur. With a huff the man returned to a proper stance and began to hike onward. He adjusted his path so that he moved in a wide circle and headed back towards the creek -- but he was not so lucky. A few pounding steps later and the sky really opened up, spilling more than just a sprinkle; the warden sought out one of the sparse trees to hide beneath and lingered there, watching the rain as pensively as the brute could.

Jace was out patrolling doing the best he could to make sure he followed the directions the older male Warden Njal had given him. Not to mention he was just about irritated to the bone with all the wolves and coyotes and others encroaching on the land. It was infuriating to say the least the wound on his shoulder now more of a scratch than anything irritated him too. As is with most youth he had been conscious of a pelt that bore no marring.

As he loped along the rain came sluicing down and he lifted blue eyes gaze heavenward as it came pelting pell mell to land on his coat, soaking him to the skin. He ran and took cover under the trees to realize he was not alone. He tilted his face adn nodded his head in greeting towards Njal Hello sir.

The arrival of another wolf spooked Njal, who hadn't heard anyone coming beyond the sound of the rain. He must have been deep in thought, or something. When he turned - half expecting to see the burly brown creature that he had sighted twice along the border, for some odd reason - he was ready to bare fang and take action; but it was only Jace. Upon sighting him Njal's defensiveness slackened, and he gave a rumble of acknowledgement to the boy.

Beyond that, Njal wasn't inclined to speak. He was surly from his adventures across the land, tired and weathered by the constant encroachment of others. He left Jace hanging for a moment or two before willing himself to speak up, his voice tired but hardy. "This rain makes all of our marking pointless," drawled the older wolf, as he cast a baleful eye upon the heavy rain. "-but, I suppose there is nothing to do but wait it out."

The chill of his rain-soaked pelt would lead to problems later though. Njal realized this as his shoulders began to shiver; thoroughly drenched and matted. He turned again to look at Jace, as if to size him up. "You look like a powerful individual, boy. How well can you fight?"

Jace noticed the defenisive position that Njal got into immediately. Always a warrior and warden he guess. He hadn't meant to startle him, but the rain pounding made it hard to hear anything. Not to mention he was not a light wolf in the grey day.

Jace nodded his head as his tongue flicked out to catch a raindrop. Yes I wish it didn't wash them away. Too many at our borders of late for my liking. Jace now had a run in with coyotes, wolves and new comers. Taking lives at least twice and he was tired of it, for a young wolf he felt he had seen more violence than was necessary and it had only been here for a few months.

Well enough sir, though I'm sure I can always learn more. He had learned to fight at least he felt that he could to the best of his abilities, but like in all things he could always learn more.

Njal had made a name for himself within his old home of Kindred as a warrior, and a trainer. Here in this place that had come back to bite him, as his habit of helping strangers - and of bettering those that did not align themselves with the creek - had made their enemies stronger. He had learned better by now. The man had resisted the urge to spar for so long, he would no doubt be a bit rusty in his efforts - but now with Jace here, he saw an opportunity. The pack needed strong warriors, and Njal felt the itch to teach again.

"Well, how about you show me." The man stated. He began to depart from the shelter of the tree, tossing his head in the direction he was headed as if to invite Jace out from beneath as well. The rain continued to fall from the sky, draining across the wolf as he marched in to its grey depths; but he paused and turned around, enough so that he could face Jace head-on. A naturally combative stance took form upon him then, as Njal lowered his head to protect his throat, and squared himself to the boy. "Come at me with your best shot!"

Dice so i learn it. And yea fading probably at least the time then once i get it we'll have to have another spar that is better. How do I start in the forum? or are you going to make the first?

Jace watched as the larger male headed into the downpour and took on a combative stance. He followed suit and took on a defensive one. He Crouched and allowed his lips to pull back in a snarl and his eyes go a little wild. he flicked his tail once and waited for the friendly attack that was inevitable.

A new level of exhaustion crept in to Njal's body as he lay there, sprawled upon his back while his belly flashed towards the victor. Had this been a rank challenge - Njal didn't really even want to think about how much of a loss that would have been. A great blow to his ego, for sure. But the boy was only proving himself, and he did so with gusto. It surprised Njal, who had probably underestimated the dark youth, but as he rolled to his chest and got to his paws, he beamed a great smile towards him. "You did very well." The rain continued to drip down upon them, although in the time it took for the two wolves to combat one another, it had lessened considerably. They were both covered in wet grass and mud from their efforts, but the Beta hardly minded.

Jace smiled on a pant, he had won ,but only barely it had been merely luck of that he was certain. The older male was full of piss and vinegar and he had to admire that about him. Thank you though I atribute most of it to luck. He smiled again finding that he was gleeful almost. He had proven that he could take on another head on to the male, whose respect he dearly wanted, why he wasn't sure, but of all the wolves in the pack he wanted to prove himself to Njal the most. he supposed he should try and prove himself to Fox more than the warden but well it just was what it was.

Realizing that it had been some time since he had sparred he was tired more tired than he knew he would be. Shaking the wet grass from his broad shoulders he sat down panting softly. Where did you learn your skills? You are very good.

The activity left him haggard and eager for a rest, which surprised him. It was possible that age was creeping up on Njal - but he ignored the nagging thought, and assumed that he had just been out of practice. The last time he had sparred with another wolf was when he was aligned against Jinx. This thought brought a small nostalgic sensation to the forefront of Njal's mind, but it too was quickly dismissed. Jace's question brought with it thoughts of Kindred, and those lorded supreme above the rest. "Prior to living here, I lived in a place called the Seahawk Valley." As he spoke, the man sank in to a seated position again, and this time he did not get up. With forelimbs bracing his torso he simply sat and breathed, his tongue lolling out of one side of his mouth briefly. When he slurped it back inside, behind his teeth, he continued. "I was a member of a pack called Kindred, where I trained as a warrior. It is where I met Tuwawi, actually. I helped to train her as well." Njal's head lifted casually, observing the dark boy for injuries as he spoke.

Jace smiled and shifted his weight allowing blood to seep into his tired limbs. As was customary of physical activity his body was groaning at him. He listened Seahawk valley triggered a memory of a story, but he couldn't remember what it was. It had something to do with his parents.

My father trained me as best he could. He was an elite guard and warrior at his birth pack. So I picked up a few tricks I suppose. Tuwawi is a warrior? I thought she was a huntress I did not know she was a warrior as well. It did not surprise him thought, the few times he had spoken to her she had an inner fire that burned bright. He was glad the two ofthem had been through a lot and still had each other. Moving homes was not an easy one.

Njal moved to stand again, this time hoping he could keep himself up without needing further rest. He managed, but a great yawn forced his jaws to part and a sigh to emanate from within. The tail end of Jace's words were cut off from the man's ears due to the air pressure, which briefly made him feel like he was under water. As his mouth snapped shut, Njal gave a nod - as if he had listened to the entire thing - having only caught the last comment. "Tuwawi is a huntress now, but at the time I met her she had other things on her mind. I trained her so that she'd be safe when wandering outside of the pack lands, which is something I did for a long time for my friends." Friends was a broad term. Xi'nuata had been a friend and he had tried to train her, but things fell through. And now her pack and the creek were at odds. Njal wondered briefly if she had benefitted from the training at all or, and this was more likely, if his training had caused the rift between them in the first place.

The warden began to march, but his steps slowed, and then he lunged with his upper body in order to stretch his back limbs. One of his hips gave a satisfactory pop right before he began to slip in the mud, but he adjusted his footing before he could fall. "Well, Jace, I think I need a nap. I'll head over to the den and see if Tuwawi needs anything," he muttered as a smirk played across his grizzled face, "But I'll see you around later. Maybe for another spar. It has been a while since I've had such an enjoyable fight." With that said, Njal deigned to leave - but as he passed the dark boy he bopped his shoulder with his nose, a friendly farewell.

Jace watched him go offering a smile at the slight nudge. he made a mental note to drop off something to eat for both of them later. a thank you to njal for the spar and his kind words and something for tuwawi's pregnant belly.