Wolf RPG

@Kaskara @Kieran

He was quiet.. Contemplative, even, for the entirety of their trip. His thoughts were of course on Bazi, and the predicament the pack was now in. But even more.. it was upon the forest they traveled to. He had been brief in his request for companionship for the journey – stating he would be gone for a few days and that he was seeking someone to go with him. Kieran and Kaskara had answered him swiftly, and for that, he was grateful. In truth, he had almost declined his sister's presence, feeling he might have needed her to look after the Creek while he was gone.. but none of them needed a babysitter. Well, perhaps Cadfael did, the moody male who barely had anything to do with anyone, and who at the meeting, had taken one glance to the group and had turned to leave.. because apparently his pack mates were not important enough for his time. His poor attitude reminded the agouti male of the silver troublemaker that had been cast from their ranks, and in turn, if the sulky asshole didn’t fix it, he too would be without a home.

If Scimitar had known the swarthy male’s desires to kill him.. well, a battle to the death would have likely ensued, and there would have only been one victor. After all.. with Bazi gone, Scimitar found he had even less to not be so reckless for.

As they came to the forest grounds, his eyes fell upon the familiar coniferous trees with longing. “Kas, Kieran” he murmured, inhaling sharply as he felt himself visibly relax – more so than he had in days. “This place used to be –“ But he cut off as a scent drifted to him.. one that did not quite belong there, and confused, his eyes drifted to his companions, lifting his brows in question – did they too scent a cluster of wolves?

Kaskara had seen it in her brother's eyes when they left. He had half a mind to leave her there, to watch over the pack in his absence, but he had finally relented. Whatever happened in their absence would happen. Kaskara trusted Galileo and Falwasi, but knew nothing of he other wolves or their intentions. If someone was to overthrow him, then so be it. Kaskara was sick of the infighting anyway and would love a fresh start.

She assumed that was part of why Scimitar had asked her to join him, to seek out the lands called Neverwinter Forest. She knew he had lived here before, with a pack of the same name, and had been forced to leave when the leader left and the pack disbanded. Scimitar, Kaskara, and Kieran had made the trek from the creek to the forest, leaving their pack in the capable paws of Galileo and the others. Scimitar told them of the pack as they traveled, and when they arrived, Kas could see why his heart longed to return. It was beautiful.

But his words were cut off went a swath of scents greeted them on the air. There was no pack here, staking claim in the heart of the forest, but she could tell Scimitar was worried. "What packs are nearby?"

Kieran had been swift to follow his new leader and his sister. He enjoyed the brown girls presence when he had spoke to her before. At least as much as he could enjoy another's presence without reminding him of Kiva and then feeling so crushingly guilty. It was not fair this surviving guilt he held. He missed Kiva so much it was like a constant ache, and often times he did not seek out the fresh face of a new female just to talk to for that reason. He feared if he got to know others to well, or he pushed his guilt aside he would forget her. And that was not something he could do willingly.

He froze when the other two froze and he sniffed at the ground. Ear's erect and hackles raised his muscled held tightly, like a tightened up spring. He studied the ground, "De quesshuns is whether or not dare is a pack 'ere, or jist passin' through."

He stood, shell shocked for the moment as his nostrils quivered with the antagonizing truth: Neverwinter Forest was off limits, by all rights in the true nature of a wolf. His emotions shifted along a roller coaster -- ranging from nostalgia, to longing, to frustration and then to pure and undiluted anger. His companions questioned the pack -- they too could smell it, and Kieran's question (one he surprisingly understood, for he understood little from the male's thick accent) stirred one ear to flick back.

"They've claimed," he growled out, his shoulders rolling back as he attempted to keep himself from lifting a leg and pissing near their borders in frustration. He was no Fox.

"They've claimed our home," he ground out, his eyes sharply shifting from this horrendous realization and shifting to study his two companions -- surely they had known what the true nature of his excursion had been for.

Kaskara paused near her brother, feeling the tension radiate from him, the anger and disbelief thick in his voice and body language. Kieran had a good point, though, about the real question they should be asking: whether the pack had moved in permanently, or if they were just passing through.

Scimitar spoke then, his words broken with the pain of his heart, "They've claimed our home." Kas looked at him sharply, having a hint of what his intentions were, but not knowing for sure. Now his intentions were clear. He was wanting to move away from the Creek, and if that would be best for the pack, then she would follow.

"Let's go in a bit further, see where their boundary truly starts." It would do them no good to simply assume the pack had claimed the entire forest, but she understood her brother's trepidation.

Kieran wasn't sure what to make of the disbelief on the others tongue, and the tension in his shoulders. He was however a little worried now that he smelled others thick on the forest floor. He did not wish to fight off a whole pack. He would do so if needed and with honor and he would die fighting and it would be even better if the female among them managed to get away. No lady should have to die, it was that simple. However, he supposed he was worrying for naught, after all they weren't even sure if they were actually in the forest or simply near it.

"Oi'm gran' wi' continuin' lookin' aboyt for dem sir. after al' they may jist be near, not 'ere"

Kaskara regarded him coolly -- a look she could only have gotten from their mother as his plans had come to the open. He could not tell what either of his companions thought of it -- of the pack leaving Swiftcurrent Creek and its hellish memories behind and instead coming here.. a fresh beginning and to a land that could be called majestic by its own rights.

besides the opinion of his pack, there was now only one other obstacle in his way from this -- a neighboring pack so close that Scimitar could have probably spit on their borders from where he stood. His eyes shifted away from the two Creek wolves, glancing out to the forest he had known so well -- there, the tree that Viinturuth and himself had run the Blacktail Deer Plateau alpha, Hawkeye, in to when she had brazenly trespassed in to their territory. Over there.. the shroud of trees where he and Luka had often mingled.

Pulled from his reverie by the logical offers of both Kaskara and Kieran, the regal drew himself up, giving a small nod of agreement to them. Shifting himself, his nose went to touch the cheek of both wolves before pulling away, beginning to explore through the forest once more. Until they found borderlines, he was uncertain of what they were dealing with.. and of how many.

Kaskara appreciated Kieran agreeing with her. It would make most sense to first figure out what they were dealing with before throwing in the towel. Scimitar's silence told her all she needed to know -- his heart had been set on Neverwinter Forest, and his dreams were now tattering before his very eyes. She hoped that the pack's scent they smelled wasn't actually living here, which would be the best scenario.

Kas returned Scim's nudge with one of her own before she moved away from them, sweeping her nose across fallen branches, leaves, and debris along the way. The scents were strong, but not strong enough to indicate that a pack lived here. She delved further into the woods, taking moments between sniffing to admire the beauty of the place. She could see what Scimitar missed about this place, and she could also see her own heart falling in love with it, if given the chance.

Kieran was not used to such physical moments anymore, having been on his own for some time. He appreciated it though and returned the gesture in friendliness. He strode forwards with his nose to the ground.

The area within itself was beautiful, and it reminded him of home. It made his breath catch a bit. He could almost see Kiva standing with her body in the sunlit shadows. The gentle form she would take and the way she would smile. If he wasn't careful this place could consume him in memories that didn't even belong here.

Relief did not come swiftly as they got closer to the borders of a pack that seemed to bridge around the forest. While it had become apparent his true home had not become tainted by their touch, it became even more clear that their vicinity to Neverwinter would make it impossible for him to claim the land once more.

Unless he eradicated the problem...

As they got closer to the borders, his hackles bristled, his bright eyes reverting back to his two companions. "I think we've seen enough," he muttered darkly, his figure tense as he attempted to consider the possibilities this meant. More than a few had been less than welcome to relocation, which had bridged its own complications to his plan. He had hoped to show them the area.. To coax them to the thought of a new home. A fresh start within these woods stirred his heart to ache.

But now, the complication that had arisen seemed impossible, and he knew none would find the appeal now.

Do you want to end this here? Seems Kieran has been removed.

As they traveled further into Neverwinter Forest, Kaskara's heart sank. Whatever her brother had been thinking, his plans were now unraveling with every step. The scent of another pack became stronger as they went, though she was sure they weren't directly claiming the forest itself. Scimitar found her and told her it was time to leave, and he spoke harshly when he said he'd seen enough. Kaskara nodded, following him homeward.

"Perhaps it's for the best," she suggested quietly as they left the forest and headed back to the creek. "Maybe we're meant to find another home." Kaskara liked the idea of moving, of starting fresh, though she would miss the creek and its lovely territory. However, it would be nice to start over, to have a territory of their own that wasn't tainted with loss, death, betrayal, and bad blood with neighbors. "Let's look elsewhere," she suggested. It didn't have to be today, but she would keep an eye out during her travels.

SOrry i'm still here I had been waiting and hadn't realized i missed my posting number :( i'm so very sorry

Kieran had gone a few places to scout without the other two and he had quickly caught up with the other two. It seems dare are two packs raun de area. oi'm sorry scimitar an' kaskara. perhaps we 'ill fend a new 'um elsewhere? oi 'ill root if yer loike. Then he grew quiet and simply followed behind them in silence, his green eyes watching all that was around them.

"Let's go home," he offered, withholding any form of misery or darkness from his voice. The scent of the forest was bearing down heavily on his heart, and with it intertwined with the smells of other wolves who did not belong here, he could not make a promise he would not investigate further and more forcefully if they did not leave now.

Both companions seemed to sense his disrupt, and at their offers, the large cinnamon male gave each a nudge -- one that lingered longer on Kaskara by simple fact of their familiarity alone, but one that perhaps was more grateful to Kieran's words. They knew little of each other, but the man had proved to be a loyal and solidified pack member. "Perhaps we will keep looking over time," he murmured, his tail giving an idle flick now as he moved more swiftly in the direction of the Creek. "The pack may just warm to the idea of a fresh start."

He spoke no more on the subject then -- silence followed him home, but it was not one of discomfort with present companions. There was a sickened lump in his gut at the thought of the forest's borders being claimed.. But deep down he knew he could not escape his present be returning to his past.