Wolf RPG

In her search for new herbs and plants, Arlette went to explore the Northern Territory above the strath. She doubted it was as plentiful as the southern territory but it was still worth a look. The female curiously looked around as she traveled further and further from the pack's border. She found an entrance to a ravine.

With a slow pace she moved further on. She wasn't met with plant life or greenery. Quite the opposite actually. The deeper she went she was met with more skeletons and more bones. It reminded her of a place where a cougar would live, as such a beast was villainized in her mind. She swallowed thickly. Perhaps this was not a place to venture alone. She stopped and looked up. It seemed the live that thrived here was the ones with wings, and the ones that liked rock and stone. Curious place this was, truly.

bone skitter and scatter beneath his paws; clattering against one another in a haunting orchestra that leaves mithra with a soft shiver slithering down his spine. it was evident enough that the muds here: slick and wet, have claimed many and more lives. mithra does not look too closely at the bones he steps on; pleading that ignorance ( in this case ) was evidently best.

though it was morbid curiousity that had first drawn him to the ravine as he passes thru these strange lands, it is an unsettling feeling of being watched that makes him want to flee.

a pale figure rises from the drab colors of the ravine, reminding mithra for the briefest of moments of a ghost. only, she appears very corporeal and after a moment of hesitation, he lets out a low chuff to garner her attention.

The pale female turned at the chuff. She didn't want to say she was startled but perhaps she was a little bit. She turned to the sound. Her red eyes fell on the other. It was a male. He was tall, dark in color, but not completely black. She had never seen him before. Her ears perked up curiously as she faced him. The side with her scars now visible to him too. It bothered the female less than before.

Her red eyes met his golden ones. Hello, she greeted him with a smile. She was always friendly in her greetings. She felt that would get her further than being aloof or aggressive. She always wondered with wolves that were behaving like that she always wondered why. The scent on him wasn't familiar either. Also going for a pleasant stroll through the ravine?, she chuckled, a light joke seeing that the ravine was hardly what you would call pleasant.