Birds chattered, their beaks relentless in their perfectly tuned wails to one another. As the day progressed, the sturdily built fellow continued his trek along the steady incline of a dirt path. Around him, coniferous trees wafted their branches wide, causing the sunlight to dapple across his pelt, as opposed to the raw glare of an open area. Scents were constantly and subconsciously drawn through his nasal cavities, offering him knowledge on the immediate and sub-immediate areas. Had this been a vast tundra with less to process, he would have been able to process much more. Snow, after all, wasn't incredibly interesting.
Due to the unfamiliar territory about, he was extra cautious. His ivory toes slipped carefully over the ground. The natural litter of sticks, stones and pine cones were dodged as thoroughly as if they were minefields. About a mile ago, he had begun stalking a deer. It was silly to think that he, a lone Buffalo wolf, could overtake a foe such as Bambi's mother, but he was willing to give it a try, nonetheless.
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Trotting along the extremities of the packs territory, the halfbreed was doing nothing so much as wasting time. He had become a lingering figure at best, a small ghost that stole away in the heat of day and avoided the others of his pack for the most part. When he picked up an unfamiliar scent a small resigned sigh escaped. Mere interlopers, more annoying introductions, more vain, conceded wolves trying to assert authority over weaklings, it was becoming a tiring process. Hopefully he wouldn't deal with it much longer, but for now he had a duty.
For a time the wolf-dog followed the scent, it wasn't familiar to the male, and was a safe guess to be exactly As he assumed, a loner seeking something. It took the male several minutes to catch up to the male, who seemed to be moving with a strange deliberate purpose, most interlopers skulked, or sat along the border, this one was wandering aimlessly. Or so it seemed. Finally catching sight of the interloper the halfbreed let out a single loud bark of warning, no words escaped but the idea was to get the attention of this wanderer and if he had any sense he'd explain himself to the half-breed. If not, Fang would just have to ask what he thought he was doing.
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The distance between he and the hind had decreased, if only enough to allow him to start stalking in earnest. His mighty shoulder blades elevated and his neck straightened. To add to the crouch, his tail moved to stand straight out, his fur staying flat to avoid any extra attention - however subtle it may be. His forward ears darted backwards at a sudden cry.
A bark? He thought to himself, his mind puzzled instead of irritated. As the doe raced off for cover, he allowed his attention to sift to something more interesting. The cream form shifted immediately to that of a respectful creature, as opposed to a hunting predator. Those lovely triangles on his head squished themselves closely to his skull, while his banner dropped to a nonthreatening place. Instead of charging forward to greet the barker, he stayed where he was.
Assuming the fellow eventually came close, the buffalo wolf dipped his broad skull in an act of humility. I was hoping to come across a pack, he said, his voice deep and calming.
When the other male stopped Fang continued a few steps closer. Whilst technically not in their territory, the interloper had been close. The halfbreed was not a big creature, dominant posturing seemed ill suited, and he matched the neutral pose of the white wolf.
Gold eyes fixed the male with a cautious look when he spoke of coming across a pack, a small chuckle escaped the wolf-dog. Not from around here huh? You don't have to look far for packs. a half smile remained when he finished talking, it was a true fact. Packs seemed pretty abundant and active this side of the wilds. Why? The question was simple, but vague, his answer would give the halfbreed an Idea of what he actually wanted though.
A quiet breeze stirred the branches around the duo, casting the invigorating smell of prey further into Bruce's nostrils. He did his best to ignore it, even though his nose twitched, incredibly interested with the wafting stench through the trees. His stomach gurgled quietly, clamoring for attention. With a massive effort, he brought himself back to the male before him. His head tilted slightly, registering that there was something unique about the brute. Perhaps he wasn't all wolf, as the fellow had first assumed.
I'm sure I came from somewhere distant, he laughed, his tail wagging to show that he was only too happy to oblige the other in conversation. Some wolves can be loners, but I'm clearly not the sort. Now he was referencing the echoing, empty pit of his stomach. I'm looking for anyone that needs a grunt. Just someone to fill the ranks and do as they're told. Of his brothers, he had always been the least dominant. He had almost always stayed quiet until, eventually, he gained some flicker of attention. Then he'd lap it up as thoroughly as he could.
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Fill the ranks? It seemed a rather menial existence, but if it was what the white male intended to do with his life, who was Fang to argue, not everyone was designed to make as much trouble as they could. The half-breed sat inspecting the creature before him, it wasn't really his choice, or in fact it wasn't his choice at all whether the interloper could join.
So you were just wandering around here hoping to bump into one of us, and jump on in? he questioned the male with irrelevant questions. Chances are
@Ferdie von pelt wouldn't be far away, and even if he was, the male could call him if need be.
What sort of skills would you offer?
Bruce couldn't imagine a day spent sitting on a rock and bossing out orders, or even being expected to procreate for the future of the pack. I hope this pack doesn't have many girls, he thought, his ears flicking slightly in consideration. He was sure he could handle it. After all, he had grown up with a mother. How different could other women be from his sweet, gentle, nurturing figure that he loved.
I've never had to join a pack, he reasoned. I didn't think there was anything to i other than finding an alpha and asking permission. He sounded oafish, but he was merely uncultured as to the gears and gizmos of the real world and the delicate operations of a non-family group. When called upon to speak of his credentials, his tail swept to one side. I'm incredibly loyal. Once I'm in a group, I'll die to protect it. I'll listen to my superior's orders, even if I don't always agree with them. I'm a fair hunter while on my own, but in a group I'm outstanding and do everything in my power to complete what's expected of me. Bruce knew he had many shortcomings and was admitting that he would give the best he could, as opposed to being the best of the best.
Only a small amount of time had passed since the conversation had begun. The herd of deer were still close enough to track, but far enough away that they were no longer a liable option to hunt.
The half-breed wrinkles how face at the explanation. Loyal to the death? Fang himself was a creature of fleeting loyalties, especially to those he felt deserved little loyalty or respect. The way the white male spoke of his loyalties like they were badges of honour.
Doing his best to hide his mild disdain and amusement. I'm sure you'll fit right in if you decide to stay around but that's not for me to say. he looked around uncertain if anyone who could supply info for the loyalist wolf. Generally Ferdie appeared out of nowhere to attract anyone to his pack. Then again this wasn't a female so maybe his interests were elsewhere. what's your name?
The strangely scented fellow looked around. It was then that Bruce understood. This wasn't his time for an audition. They were just stalling until someone with a bit more power showed up. Figuring he wasn't in immediate danger, he would sit upon his haunches, staring calmly at the mix before him. The next words only served to confirm Bruce's hypothesis. I'm called Bruce, he introduced, tucking his head lowly and offering a single wag of his tail.
Such a situation didn't call for exhilaration or extraneous amounts of joy. His hind leg lifted and he began to scratch at an itchy spot behind his ear. And yours? he fed back, hoping to glean any sort of insight from the fellow. He was dying to ask about the strange scent that the other was emitting...but that would probably be as socially acceptable as him taking a dump on the guy's nose.
Ferdie Von Pelt trekked down from ’his’ Mountain he was looking for a good place to sit and think, to sort out his personal problems.
He quickly found out though he didn’t want to be alone with these thoughts there was not much he could think of to do, no diplomatic solution, no one whom would understand his inner turmoil Jace had enough on his own plate. So he turned and started to make his way back home. Only to nearly stumble over Fang and another wolf far enough back that he gave himself enough space to pause and compose himself. He listened in and smirked he never bothered with questions they answer was usually the same each time. But not this time Ferdie already liked this wolf it sounded just like him.
Having heard enough, Ferdie strode up to them confidently his tail high over his back but not out of show mostly because he was comfortable having it there. He nodded to the new male and then placed his chin upon the males shoulders, The action was not aggressive, nor was his demeanor anything but confident, he held no hint of rejection or aggression
He was intending to show the male whom owned who, and thusly marking him as a pack member and placing his own scent upon the male pelt all in one wordless action. Ferdie waited for the male to react to his invasion of personal space ready for a rebuttal, or attack even though he didn't move, continuing to use this new wolf as a chin rest.
Fang says just have his character fade to the background.
It seemed that tonight wasn't his time to learn of the fellow's name who had first greeted him. Instead, his orange eyes settled on a brute that approached with a tail displayed for the world to see. Bruce fairly assumed that this was the leader. Instead of drawing his lips backwards and exposing his capable fangs, the large fellow slipped his skull toward his paws. His respectful gesture remained locked to his muscles, awaiting some sort of regard from the male.
Having been taught to be submissive from early on, it never crossed his mind to be disloyal or ambitious toward leadership. The others could do the work, while he waited quietly in the corner for a bit of food or attention. When the assumed alpha simply put his chin upon Bruce's frame, he kept steady, waiting for what would happen next. If this was an assertion of dominance, it sure beat getting humped.
Ferdie Von Pelt mouthed Bruce's ear and moved off giving him space. Welcome Home Bruce. I am Ferdie Von Pelt and that is Fang since I interrupted him Ferdie inclined his head slightly to his new pack mate before rumbling off the same item he spoke to all new wolves There is a law that can not be broken, if you want to remain here. The Sunspire Pack can never go near Swiftcurrent creek and nor can they come near here. There is a truce that shall not be broken by us. If a swiftcurrent wolf is found on or in our boarders attack first then report to me or our Beta Jace Ferdie spoke with finality he waited and watched for Bruce's reaction.