Wolf RPG

The light colored female trotted through Duskfire lands. Her small body carried herself with ease. Her stance was relaxed. Scarlett was in her own home after all. How could she not be relaxed? The Glacier reflected the minimal sunlight onto the meltwater lake and the forest that lay around it. Scarlett followed the meltwater to the southern river, which lay on the edge of Duskfire grounds. The female wasn't much of a warden but she did like to know what was going on at the borders. She also wanted to push herself in becoming more active as a warden. It might not be her cup of tea, but she was willing to push herself in that direction.

Her paws made no sound as she trotted past the river of meltwater. Icly blue of coloration until it mixed together with the darker Southern River. She liked to watch the rivers mix together, at some days she could even see some fish swimming. Today was not that type of day. Her red eyes studied the water before drinking from the warmer river water. The glacier water could give head aches if you drank it too much. At leas that is what Scarlett experienced.

To a dog whose life had been chain-link fences and kennels, the wide-open land was nigh-overwhelming. The company of her companions was welcome, as she was used to the sound of their voices. However, the closeness of their gatherings was not something she was accustomed to, and at times it grew too much. After a while, their company seemed to close in on her, and panic gripped her. In an effort to calm down, she wandered blindly. In her short travels (she was careful not to stray too far,) she drew near to packlands, but as she was unfamiliar with this concept, she paid them no heed.

Junkyard Dog came upon a river, cool and clear in the snow. She longed to swim in it, to sooth her crawling skin. Her mind cobbled together a short, clipped fantasy in which the water healed with its touch. It pulled away the dry, flaking skin and knit new skin over the open sores, then finally sprouted new fur over the bare spots. Junkyard Dog whimpered, thinking of this, disappointed that it could not be a reality. Instead she drank of the river, and in doing so caught sight of a creature farther up the bank. It was doglike, familiar, but not quite right. Large and white and beautiful, but terrible. The creature struck fear into Junkyard Dog, and a low, rumbling growl began to build in her chest.

The pale female was kind of an abomination herself. Her skin now showing any pigment was something that was rare amongst canines. As Scarlett stood at the bank she noticed another creature appearing. It seemed wolf like but it also didn't? Instantly she feared it was a cat, but she soon reasoned herself that the one across from her didn't look like a cat. Her red eyes studied the growling creature. Her nose moved to catch a scent. She smelled fear and... humans. Scarlett being brought up in Yellow Stone gave her a bit of knowledge about the two legged creatures. Somehow she felt that her mother always hoped she was picked up and shipped off by them.

Scarlett, as caring as she was, immediately felt compassion for this weird looking wolf. Maybe they took this stranger like other wolves? She was probably alone and scared. Slowly Scarlett stepped closer. "Hello?," she barked. A frown was visible, yet there was also her curiosity and her want to help out. Scarlett's tail let out a quick wag to show the black and tan colored stranger that she was not going to attack. "Are you lost?," she wondered. Now she came closer, Scarlett could smell more strange smelling things on her. Her eyes noticed that the female didn't look very... healthy. Scarlett was glad the river was between them. Not that it would take much for the other to cross it. It was still a nice line to hide behind.

From the moment she noticed the strange beast on, she did not allow it to leave her sight. She did not glance away, though she wanted to turn and run. Junkyard Dog remained rooted to the spot, in fear and in curiosity. If there was a beast such as this wandering around, she wanted to be able to report it to the others.

The white beast stepped forward on the bank, and Junkyard Dog held firm, though she wished to shy away. When the creature spoke to her, a sudden voice in the wild, Junkyard Dog started. She lowered her head, hackles raised. The beast continued, asking if she was lost, though it took Junkyard Dog a moment to discern as much. The wolf's language was strange to her, and seemed a grandiloquent dialect of what she and other dogs spoke. This Junkyard Dog did not like, though she still answered.

"No," she lied, because it is never wise to tell monsters your true business, "what are you?"

Scarlett was getting a bit offended by the other creature. She had just gained the confidence that she was not a scary being and now... On top of it all she had this.. weird.. whatever it was... staring and snarling at her like she was a beast. The red eyed female flattened her ears, not really in aggression but she wasn't liking this... being. Still Scarlett wasn't going to judge it like her family would have. Maybe this other female was actually nice. Although, Scarlett doubted it.

"Then what is your destination, I could maybe help you to find it faster what you wish to seek?," she returned. After the other's comment Scarlett was the one to let out a snarl. She stepped closer, one paw into the river. She briefly bared her teeth but then dropped it. "I am a wolf! A common Northern Rocky Mountains Wolf," she spoke. "I know I have red eyes and that might seem unnatural to you but I am not judging you for you weird looks. It is rude, you know!"

The albino wondered how his thing was going to survive in this place with such a thin coat. It looked like the black and tan was sporting a summer coat. Scarlett stepped one step back again, standing where she stood before. "Since you asked me... What are you then?"

Junkyard Dog's bravery held fast when the beast's ears flattened, though she was struck with fear. Her heart pounded in her ears, and were she not growling, a pitiful whine would issue from her throat, so great was her fear. Junkyard Dogs hackles raised, and every inch of her screamed fear and anger, hate and terror. Should the beast attack, she was ready, though it must have outmatched her in strength and health. All Junkyard Dog had to protect her was the fearlessness of a dying woman, a cornered animal.

"You cannot give what I seek," she spat, hating the woman and what she stood for. How dare she offer her help, when death was so clearly dogging her? Junkyard Dog now thought she faced a temptress, one who would lead her to greater despair. "Wolf," she repeated, the word wholly unfamiliar, "manners do not save me. Good dog, they said. Still I hurt."

Now the beast stepped forward, as though she was going to cross the water. Junkyard Dog's bravery failed her, and she stepped back, now submissive. Even when the wolf stepped back and pity seemed to overcome her distaste, Junkyard Dog remained coiled, ready to strike or to run should things go south. "I am a good dog," she told the wolf, tone almost pleading.

Scarlett looked at the strange colored canine across from her. Suddenly it all clicked when the other spoke of the word 'dog'. How could she be so blind! The one across from her was a dog! She had learned about those. Basically they were domesticated wolves that humans slowly altered in looks over the many years they tamed them. Scarlett was in awe how much they were able to change these .. dogs! Wow. Would the humans be able to change her eye color? "Oh! A dog! You're a dog. How could I be so oblivious. I never met a dog before!," she howled a bit in glee.

"Hurt? Are you hurt? I meant it when I offered my help. Is it a home you seek? Food? Shelter?," the kind female wondered. Scarlett tipped her head curiously as the female got closer. "My name is Scarlett. I am also some type of dog but a wild one. We aren't touched by the human," she explained, as a naturalist she was. She liked to give knowledge to others. She wondered how this individual got here in these wild woods. Weren't dogs loyal to humans? They were their pets.

Scarlett looked with pity at the other female. She bobbed her head. "I am sure you are," she tried to be helpful. It seemed that this dog had some mental issues as well. But then Scarlett realized something. If this dog was here, then where was her human. Scarlett didn't want to get captured. "Where is your human? You should go back to them. It isn't safe in the wilds. Other wolves aren't as nice as I am. They could kill you."

Junkyard Dog mistook the moment of realization for some precursor to an attack, and started, flinching, at the outburst. Then she actually listened to the wolf's words, and though they provided little true comfort, Junkyard Dog could relax just a bit knowing that she was not in immediate danger. Still, she was tense, watching the beast with keen eyes. "Yes, I am dog," she replied, seemingly proud, "silly girl." It was not the best idea to continue needling at the wolf, but it was all Junkyard Dog knew to do. Sharp words and a sharp tongue could sometimes negate the need for sharper teeth.

"You cannot give what I seek," she repeated, spitting vitriol. All of those things she wanted, yes, but above all she wanted comfort. Safety. Her heart yearned for routine, for purpose. Junkyard Dog listened intently, because anything the wolf told her, she could report back to the others. Forewarned is forearmed. She would arm herself as she could, though her mind was slow.

At the mention of Men she tossed her head. Despite her fear and hatred of them, she still held the intense loyalty to them that had been bred into her kind for thousands of years. "I have no Man. I have no safety. Here I will die. It matters not. In my days, I was a good dog." This was her only comfort, and it offered her little warmth. But in the days she had a master, he loved her, and she was a good dog to him.

Scarlett didn't mean to startle the other female. How come that this dog would end up here in these woods? Her eyes went over the female again, such curious thing. Scarlett frowned at the other's comment. "Well not that silly. I know how to survive. You should accept my help," Scarlett pointed out. Normally she was really friendly, or tried to be. She wanted to be the light in other wolves' lives. But when this female denied her help Scarlett was getting a bit offended. Not ever wolf would do that. Most wolves would see the dog as a weaker wolf and attack it.

Scarlett was pleased to hear that there was no humans with this creature. Man were dangerous people. Scarlett knew that from her old home. The pale female wondered if she could even leave this female to roam here and die. She would feel bad, but it was also nature. The strongest survives. Scarlett knew that all too well. She fought hard to survive over the years that she lived. "Well if you are without your human you must not have been a good dog right?," Scarlett than wondered out loud. Oh that sounded terrible. "Oh that sounded mean. I'ms sorry." The she wolf let out a soft sigh. "If you want I can bring you food?"

More and more, Junkyard Dog's instincts urged her to leave. She had already determined that this one was a temptress, worse for the fact that Scarlett was offering her such sweet temptations. When the wolf began to lose her patience, telling her she should just accept the offer, Junkyard Dog understood that as the wolf's frustration that her attempts to lure the dog in were failing.

This theory seemed to solidify with the cruel words of the beast. Junkyard Dog barked, a wordless sound of vitriol. How dare she! When she had served her Man, she had been good. The Men of the lab gave them no praise, for they were of a different breed, as like as dogs and wolves to Junkyard Dog. Her Man had been good and kind, and the Men of the lab had been fell wolves on two legs.

At the final offer of food (and oh how it tempted her!) she shook her head violently. Wordlessly, Junkyard Dog turned, slinking back into the shadows of the underbrush. When she thought she was out of view, she spent the precious energy running, returning to where the rest of hers were resting. Shaken, she found comfort in the midst of their numbers.

Scarlett watched the other female, frowning more once the dog barked at her. Yet, she couldn't understand it. The albino female couldn't see what she said wrong? She only wanted to help. A sad feeling washed over her. She had been so scary looking that the other didn't even trust her for help. Oh how she pitied the other female. She would die in these woods soon. Especially with such a thin coat. If only she trusted her more. If only.

Scarlett watched the dark coated one fled the scene. The pale one then turned and would head back to her den. Her mind absorbed with these things called dogs. Was this dog all alone or where there more?