Wolf RPG

Well, the dark wolf on the mountain hadn’t really been much help to her, and she was pretty sure that he had some marbles missing from his skull or something because he’d been kinda off the entire time. She didn’t think that she had been asking for that much. Young pup goes missing and she gets weird looks from the yellow-eyed creep on the rock. Pfft, at least she was out there doing something! At least she was looking for her brother when everyone else had given up.
 
And look she did; Piper trekked across bog and through wilderness until her weary legs found her at the edge of yet another pack. The scent of this one was one that she’d never actually gotten a whiff of before. She thought it was pretty impressive that there were so many settlers. Many of them she would have never known existed unless she’d taken a step outside the valley. At the edge of their claim, the Redleaf girl drew her head back and called for anyone who might be willing to come to the borders.

Though greeting newcomers wasn't exactly in her job description anymore- as she would have to call again for either Towhee or Quixote, Niamh heard no calls in response to the stranger's summoning, and was led to assume that Quixote might have been busy an Towhee...Well, she had the better excuse of just being deaf. So Niamh called out in response and began to make her way along to the borders to see what the stranger wanted. They did have space in the pack, now that Wildfire and her kids had gone to establish their own pack not far away, but that didn't mean that they would desperately snatch up anyone looking for a home. 

From a distance, she could have sworn that it was Ceara standing at the borders and she bristled lightly. The last time she'd seen Ceara, she'd come to the plateau to tell her that Bruges was dead. As she got closer though, and reflecting back on the voice of the wolf who'd called, she noticed the subtle differences, and smirked to herself inwardly; so Ceara wasn't the only one out there with such striking looks. Meanwhile, Niamh had only found a few others who had looked like her, too. She nodded her head in greeting to the female and flicked her ears forward. "Looking for something?" She asked calmly, her voice inviting.

Nice! That was prompt, the young girl thought to herself when she caught sight of a golden figure approaching the border. The stranger appeared important enough, so Piper imagined that she might have been the leader over the pack. That really didn’t matter one way or another, she had to remind herself. She was there for one reason and then she would be on her way. The stranger greeted her with a kind voice. This pack wasn’t anything like the other two that she’d passed. The young Redleaf girl definitely liked the vibe of this one better than the other two.
 
“Hey, my name’s Piper and I’m looking for my brother. He took off a while ago and we stopped hearing from him. He looks a lot like me, but he’s got tan fur instead of red and… he’s got really pretty blue eyes,” she dove right in, sparing little detail in order to get the message passed along. Her eyes were intently glued to the features of the golden woman’s face. The youthful firefly was eager to know if Lucas had been seen. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was tired of trekking across valley and wood in search of the boy.

Niamh could appreciate- despite the sullen fog of her mood that refused to lift- that the girl was concise in stating what it was she had come for. She was, however, pretty confused as she began to describe her brother, and the skepticism showed on her face straight away. So he looked a lot like her- but his fur was a completely different colour as were his eyes? She raised one eyebrow and studied the girl's features nonetheless, trying to figure out if she had her head screwed on the wrong way. At least, in Niamh's favour, it might have simply appeared as though she was studying Piper's features for any sign of recognition; but it's hard to say. With one eyebrow raised nearly to her earline, she looked as though she didn't believe a word of what Piper had just said. 

She needed some more concrete details. "I'm going to need more information than that." She said, shaking her head slightly. She certainly didn't have time to go looking for someone else's brother, and was fairly sure that no one by that description had joined their pack. "What's his name, does he have any nicknames, how old is he, is he the same size as you..." She said, rattling off a few questions, though her tone implied she wasn't exactly asking. "That kind of stuff." There- she had prompts. "I don't think anyone tan with blue eyes has come here. But if you tell me that other stuff, I can spread the word through the pack and see if anyone's seen him." She said. She sounded slightly resigned and tired when she spoke, but at least her words were kind and somewhat promising, right?

Well, that took a strange turn. Piper actually stood as though she’d been struck by a flash grenade. Her mouth gaped a little and her eyes squinted sharply on the golden woman. She wanted more information than what had already been given to her? Christ, was she looking for the biography of Lucas Redleaf or something? And this lady had the nerve – no the audacity – to look at Piper as though she were crazy? What a fucking world.
 
After her moment of awkward gaping, the Redleaf girl shook her head and narrowed her brows over her lightly colored eyes. She didn’t want to be nice, but she knew that she was likely to get some teeth in her rear end if she wasn’t compliant with whatever this royal pain wanted. “His name is Lucas, I suppose you could call him Lu,” she began with defiance printed on her face. “He’s the same age as me, so I guess that’s like… almost a year. And he got lost a while ago. There’s a lot of land to cover, lady,” she tried to help the golden woman understand.
 
“He’d probably be bigger than me now, though. He was pretty round when we were younger.” The more information she tried to provide but felt like she couldn’t, the more she started to question if it had been a good idea to leave her home at all. Lucas could have turned into a giant tree with bats for branches in the time that he’d left, and Piper would never have known better.

Apparently she'd said something off, or had maybe given the younger wolf one of her bitch-faces, because the reaction she got was almost incredulous. Her ears turned back at the expression on the fiery young woman's face, and she was reminded yet again of Ceara- except lacking the dorsal stripe, and the different hue of her eyes. She wasn't sure if coat colour was something to go by, but thus far, all redheads she'd met had been a bit abrasive. Then again- she wasn't exactly representing blondes very well, either. 

She sounded a bit exhasperated when she explained her brother's name and age, so Niamh just nodded- but she snorted when she was called 'lady'. It wasn't even the tone that Piper had used- it was just the fact that she'd called Niamh a lady. "The name's Niamh. And look- if you want to find your brother, you gotta be as detailed as possible. That'll give you your best shot at finding him." She said, hoping that that might settle the girl's frustrations- though she somehow figured it wouldn't. Somehow, though, she knew that the moniker hadn't been meant as a show of respect or a comment on Niamh's looks- it had been out of frustration. Still, it wasn't the worst thing Niamh had been called, and she found it slightly funny. 

"I'll tell the pack. But we've no Lucas here, or anyone who fits that description that wasn't born here." She said, as the Quivens and latest Finwoods were in the right age category, but obviously weren't this one's brother. "Where's 'home' for you, just in case we do catch sight of him?" It was another question, but as she'd already pointed out, more questions meant that she was actually going to put in an effort.

All of the advice was well meant, and it made plenty of sense, but Piper just didn’t like being preached to. She was solo trekking across miles and miles of terrain in search of her sibling. Wasn’t that, like, the most incredible thing? Didn’t it mean that her courage and determination would bring her success? The tough luck hadn’t quite caught up with how headstrong she was. Really, it had nothing to do with the color of her coat, but everything to do with the blood that flowed through her veins. She was fiery, and she had no qualms with letting anyone else know such things.
 
When the blonde woman had finished her spiel about why she needed to be better about the descriptions she gave to others and then said they didn’t have anyone like Lucas in their ranks, Piper felt like she had accomplished all she had arrived there to do. She really couldn’t imagine there being anything that would keep her hanging around. Then, there was the question about where to direct him – where was home, Piper?
 
“Well I’m living in Diaspora now; in the mountains,” she gestured with her muzzle to the distant stretch of jagged stone. “You could instruct him to go there?” the tone was questioning because she wasn’t entirely sure if that was the best plan or not, but she felt like she had to give this stranger something out of fear of being told she was really fumbling the search and rescue mission.

Niamh could only assume the girl’s impatience stemmed from the frustration of searching for her lost brother, and maybe from the stress of worrying about him so she told herself not to get wrapped up in how abrupt Piper was being with her. She gave a general direction and, more specifically, the name of a pack. 

”I’ll do that, if he comes this way. I promise.” She said. She would wish Piper well in her journey and inform the pack about the missing Lucas, and what to do with him if he did happen to wander their way.