Wolf RPG

Peregrine helped bring down a lame white-tailed doe near the territory's edge. He stuffed himself to the gills, then promptly carried a severed leg up the slope to his mate. After making this special delivery, he trotted back down the mountainside, returning to the carcass. He set about caching the leftover meat, humming under his breath as he worked. They were having quite a bit of success with game lately and the timing really couldn't be better, with the Alphas' puppies on the way.

When he was finished storing the venison, the Alpha male sprawled in the snow beneath a pine tree at the base of the caldera. He wasn't sleepy, per se, but his body was tired and achy from the work. He stretched out on his side, his paws bracing against the rough bark of the pine tree's trunk, and let himself sink into the snowdrift a bit in the hopes that it would cool his warm, twitching muscles.

Mikael was almost asleep in the midday sun, warm and nicely juxtaposed against the coldness of the snowbank he was laying in. He was loathe to move but he could hear movements nearby and he could smell the scent of his alpha nearby, as well as the lingering scent of venison on the air.

He struggled sleepily to his feet, moving sluggishly and plopped down nearby to where his alpha lay in a snowbank. He rolled to warm his muscles slightly, before bending his head in respect to the male. "Yo. Looks like your hunt went well."

He heard footfalls crunching in the snow toward him and rolled into a sphinx-like position. It was Mikael who approached. They had just seen one another, though Peregrine didn't mind this; he enjoyed spending time with his pack mates. He still needed to get to know Ashton's doppelgänger.

"Hey. It wasn't just my hunt. I had help," Peregrine said modestly, pushing himself upright and shaking the snow from his black ruff. Obviously, Mikael hadn't been there. It had only taken a few of them to bring her down, though; she had been old, sick and lame. "I put the leftovers in the stockpiles," he added. "Help yourself."

The swarthy male stretched a bit like a panther, then stood up and gave himself another, more full-bodied shake. He then eyed Mikael, marveling once again at the similarities between him and Ashton. Not only did they look alike, they spoke the same way. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed they were twin brothers.

"Anyway, what are you getting into today?" he asked casually.

Mikael grinned and stood as the other did, shaking snow in the same manner as the wolf did and made sure that no snow remained to melt into his fur. Though speaking of water, he really needed to consider finding a stream or something in which to wash the mud from his legs and his underbelly.

"Of course but you are our alpha. But I am happy the hunt went well." He stretched his forepaws out a long position and sighed happily as the muscles stretched and the joints popped a little into place.
"Nothing much, really. I was thinking of hanging around and getting to know the pack a little more. Maybe go hunt a smaller prey, like a few rabbits for the cache. Might end up just rolling in the snow. Who knows?"

Speaking of food, at Peregrine's offer, he pulled a small piece of meat out and gnawed on it for a good few minutes, only eating that piece of meat. He knew the winter was going to be harsh and he would only eat what was required, as any good pack wolf should. "What about you? Going to hang around or go back to your mate?"

Then a thought occurred to him suddenly. "And do I actually look similar to this '@Ashton'? Everyone says I do but I haven't met the bloke yet..."

He had watched the hunt from afar - seeing as he was too big, too loud, and too old to participate - and was pleased when he saw the deer go down. Its silhouette was overwhelmed by various wolf figures; once it was down, Amon began the hike towards it. He may not have been helpful in hunting it, but he could easily help in storing it.

By the time Amon arrived, most of the hunting party had dispersed. They were likely too bloated from their chow-down to be of use... Food comas were wonderful things. As Amon set about inspecting the carcass, he noticed Peregrine - and then another, a golden boy he'd yet to meet. The old git chuffed to the both of them, and with a wag of his tail, sat down adjacent.

Got yerself a mighty fine bounty, eh Peregrine. Need any help storin' it, or have you got that covered? As he asked these questions, Amon glanced at the new recruit and carefully scrutinized him; he seemed young, like many of the others among the caldera wolves, and remarkably familiar - had they met before? Ah, and who might you be?

"Sounds like a plan," Peregrine said a bit generically. "Um... eventually. I just saw her," he added. He was tempted to deny any likeness between Mikael and Ashton just to fuck with him but instead said simply, "And... yup. You guys could pass for twins, easily."

A wild Amon appeared, approaching the nearby carcass. Peregrine had already stripped most of the meat from it and put it away, yet there was definitely still some left if he wanted to eat some scraps. The master Gamekeeper certainly wasn't going to cache any more of it. The carrion would be left for passerby and the birds.

"I've put away everything I plan to," he answered the old-timer. "There's still meat on the bones and it's fresh. There's larger helpings in the stockpiles. Help yourself," he repeated what he'd already told Mikael.

Amon looked at the golden wolf near him and Peregrine's lips twitched as a slightly puzzled look crossed his face. He asked for Mikael's name. The Alpha male could have introduced them, yet Amon had addressed Mikael directly, so he did not deign to interrupt. He sat back and licked at his sore legs.

Twins eh.... Yep, he was definitely needing to meet this guy. Just to see what he was like. He shook the thought from his head as an older wolf arrived at the sight of the hunt, listening with an attentive but polite ear as the older wolf and the alpha talked of the food that had been stockpiled.

The older wolf had begun to address him, keen coffee brown eyes undated by age and still as sharp as tack as they surveyed him. "I am Mikael Igantyev, I joined very recently. It's a pleasure to meet you, ah..." He grinned and sheepishly. "May I ask your name?"

Amon. The older beast practically grunted. He cleared his throat in the next moment and gave a prompt little bow of his head to the younger wolf. And likewise - the caldera can always use more able bodies. Aye, Peregrine?

He glanced to the pack patriarch with a smirk upon his face. It was in these moments when Perry's statement actually clicked in the old fart's head. If most of this kill had already been stashed, then there would be no point in lingering. Aside from... Maybe nibbling on what was left. Maybe.

Amon's stomach gurgled, loud enough to cut through the ongoing conversation and bring a snort from the beast. Ah, I guess I should get something in that pit of a belly before it grows teeth and eats me alive - or something.

Peregrine looked up after introductions had been made, his ears twitching when Amon's stomach growled. "Want me to grab you something more... substantial?" he said, glancing at the scraps. Without waiting for a reply, the Gamekeeper rose and trotted to a stockpile a short distance away, retrieved a sizable hunk of meat, then carried it back and dropped it gently at the old timer's feet.

"Meals on wheels," he quipped with a wink, settling onto his haunches next to Amon. It wasn't the first time he'd brought meat to the caldera's elder, nor would it probably be the last. He enjoyed it; feeding the young, old and sick was all part of his duties as a Gamekeeper. "Eat up, my man, and tell us what you've been up to." The Alpha glanced at Mikael to include him. "I haven't seen you around much. Is the winter treating you okay...?"

The old timer began to talk and Peregrine happily lent him an ear. He engaged his pack mate—both of them—in conversation for a good while, though eventually his other duties called and the Alpha male bade his farewells and left his two subordinates to it... unaware that it was the last time he would see Amon alive.