Wolf RPG

(We're still in Noctisardor Bypass lands. :3)
@Raven



Adair had managed to wander around the plush grass lands, pondering how far Shadow desired the borders to be. As much as he saw, the borders could potentially seem endless, in this almost garden of eden.
He had passed the river 6 times, tracking it down to the meadow that was a cornucopia of rabbits, to a small forest at the base of a hill the was quite nicely and adequately teeming with Deer.
Such a heaven, this was.

The massive dark brown and hazel tinted hessian was just leaving this patch of forrest on the west of the land. So much more to explore...and cache upon.
A short bark of soft laughter emmitted from the dark maw.
Adair knew he didnt have the feebleness of an old wolf...after all, he could still keep up speed with a healthy buck, and bring it down by his own means. He considered that a prime time.

Adair sat at the base of a willow on the outskirts of another forest patch.
With this exploration, he considered making a cache for this part of the land. Perhaps one of fowl and berries. Such a delicious treat. He gazed up at the sky, the beautiful night, twinkling with stars that held a life long luminous whiteness, and he felt at ease.

Raven had just been accepted by Shadow and was eager to explore her new home, her Alpha had chosen a good home. Verdant hills surrounded large plains dotted with dense forests. Raven had never really liked forests but in winter it would prove to provide good shelter and comfort for the wolves of Noctisardor Bypass. She wondered if she was going to meet any of her new packmates, if she had any that is.

It wasn't long before she smelled a wolf, a male and one that smelled of the Bypass, she trudged forward, gray gaze scanning warily over the brown male wondering if he was one of the members that Shadow recruited.

Adair had felt the stare on his left shoulder, and the prickling continued all across his body. Was someone watching him? Turning his vibrant gaze, he had spotted a dark form across the meadow, not all that far from him.
Why had he not ... The 3mph breeze blows north, Adair. You are upwind of her.
oh.

The spruce sheathed hessian made his way to the femmora, and gave a dip of his head as a greeting to her.

"Hello, lass. I am Adair. Pleasure te meet you.", murmured the deep voiced wolf.