Onyx yawned and stretched. She looked at the sky. It was almost midday. She got up and accidentally bumped her head on the tree root she made her den under. She yelped. Ugh.
So far the pack had not given her any benefits and she had not met any other wolves besides Silvermane and Majesty. Onyx did not know that the two were both gone. She got her seagull from the day when the unfamiliar wolf howled. She had not eaten in a few days, it was time again. She was used to the flavor. It was most of what she had eaten all her life. Onyx wondered if there were any other wolves in the pack. Her mother told her that packs were large. Onyx assumed there were more wolves of Wheeling Gull Isle, but she had met none.
She had been doing her usual rounds of patrol when a yelp forced her to quicken her pace into a full out run. Ypres had not seen any of her wolves around since the war, and assumed they all had run off, or were in deep hiding within the dens someplace. A frustrated but concerned look spread across her features as she grew closer to the culprit. It was Onyx. A youthed wolf she had never had the chance in meeting. She closed her jaws tightly, as she approached with Alpha position, tail arched over spine, skull high, and adverted eyes staring directly into those of Onyx. She had met Cara of Silvertip, and Mees whom both seemed to have a nasty disposition of disregard for their elders. With jaws held tightly shut squeezing her teeth Ypres approached with a soft growl to signify she will not tolerate any lip from the youth.
"How is it that you are of this pack without the chance of meeting me?"
Ypres looked the youth over carefully. Onyx seemed to have lived on turf without being detected. Was this youth a defendant of a shadow wolf? She'd surely come in handy when the time was right..
" I am Ypres, your Alpha. "
Ypres was unaware the young wolf may have had met Majesty. She offered the girl a smile, but her eyes read not to toy with her patience. Sje waited how the pup would react..
Onyx looked up in shock when the wolf came by. She was scared when the wolf growled, Onyx thought maybe she was a threat. Onyx was about to run when the wolf spoke. Onyx's fear was forgotten. "What? No. Majesty is my alpha. Are you another pack?" Onyx did not realize it would be dangerous if another pack had been on the island. "I'm Onyx of Wheeling Gull Isle." Onyx introduced herself, excited at the thought of meeting the fourth wolf in her life. "What's your name, and what pack are you alpha are you of?" She said, her tail wagging slightly.
To make things simple for the young girl, Ypres sat on her haunches and nodded.
Majesty ran off, and he's not coming back. I took over.
Ypres looked the girl over and smiled. She had a lot to learn, she was young, full of life, and perhaps needed to be drilled to keep off lands of other turfs. She answered the girl's question by letting her know that she took over while Majesty ran off.
Nice name Onyx. I am glad you are here. I smelled you here before, I just never could locate you. But I must warn you though. Please stay within the pack premises. There are enemy packs that would not appreciate you wandering onto their territories.
She waited to see what the girl's response would be. Ypres was not the type of Alpha who commanded for one to roll on their back and expose their bellies and throats, all Ypres wanted was for them to obey what was needed to be said and done.
Ash was exploring the isle, walking through a small forest, when she saw two wolves talking together. She overheard the other one, most likely, by her position, the alpha, saying "I smelled you here before.." The voice trailed off in Ash's mind. She walked up to them, wagging her tail.
She could not speak though, for she was a mute. Intently, she looked at them, trying to ask "May I join your pack?"
Ash is a mute, so her body language needs to get better, for she is a juvenile. Not understanding is casual, so you will have to figure out what she says.
"Why did Majesty run away? I was just getting to know him." She sighed. He is a wise wolf- no, he was a wise wolf. Why, she wondered, would a wolf with a pack leave them behind? "Thank you." She said. She had never thought much about her name. Onyx. She wondered what onyx meant. Mama had never told her that. "Enemies? We have enemies?" She said. What if the wolves attacked her, and killed her, just like her uncle Crow Mama had told her about. Onyx couldn't stand the thought of being killed. She had felt little pain in her life. What pain had hurt most had been her mother's death.