Wolf RPG

He had set out from the plateau before the sun had just dared to rise above the horizon. Never quite this early of a riser, Mordecai could not shake the urge to meander. This time, he made the conscious decision to stay close to the plateau, should the need that he be needed arose. For the most part, the pack was not plagued with the things that had once plagued him when he had been at the head of the Spine. There, within and outside of the confines of the plateau, he did not worry over the possible of any sort of position being usurped beneath him. He did not worry of the other nearby packs encroaching on their hunting grounds.

The Plateau, it seemed, rested in relative ease and silence. It brought him a sense of comfort, but it was also fleeting. There was a certain uncomfortable tinge left within him, now realizing that his own travels had brought him back around to the very place he had left behind. That urge to venture out and back south had sprung itself upon him, caused him to leave the company of whatever travelling companions he had with him; he hadn't really considered why until then. The thought had come as he passed over a relatively rocky patch of terrain that speckled the river. He had paused in less than shallow, swift waters to gather a drink from the icy stream. And it was there he remained for the time being, only retreating from the waters when the cold became too much for his body to withstand.

With the sunlight beaming down, he felt the early warmth and soaked it, giving his wet body a good shake. The water evicted from its furry host, he had pressed on in thought, mindlessly bringing his muzzle downward to the ground to mentally thumb over the various tracks that were there. Even here, along the riverbank, the evidence of a mild winter revealed that the herds were alive and well. Perhaps not as robust as they should have been, but robust all the same for the disruption in what he could only assume were their migratory patterns. He followed them quietly, slowly receding from the thoughts that nagged at him. These thoughts were not of the pack he had left, or the companions he had left, or even of the one he had joined in recent times. No, these thoughts, as they left him, were of a different sort altogether. In all his time of travel, Mordecai had never quite returned to the same place on a map before. And he wondered if subconsciously, his thoughts were turning to the idea of settling down, once and for all.

Her light frame moved quietly through these new lands, willing to explore what was out here. Donna realized that she must have been in some sort of nature park like hers back home. Wolves were abundant and so were their packs. Not that she cared about pack borders that much. She was Donna after all, not just name, it was a title for being so awesome and just her. Her tail was held up proudly as she calmly walked past a river. Donna was fine on her own, she was an Iberian wolf. A smaller subspecies of the Eurasian Wolf. She hadn't seen much of those in these woods. Her mother told her that she was different at least, they were from another continent, apparently. Donna wasn't really interested in her background. She escaped the breeding program and ventured out on her own.

The small female thanked her amazing survival skills. Being a lone wolf for the last two years made her learn so much more about the world. Even though her kind would live in small packs, she sometimes did miss her siblings. They fancied having a family of their own. Pups were great, but with someone else as their mother. Donna's golden eyes turned to a scent that just crossed in front of her nose. She turned into the direction the scent seemed to be going, away from the river. The female didn't know why she was intrigued by it. For now it spiked her interest. Her small paws followed the trail until she would find the wolf at the end of it. Donna wasn't one to creep closer, her awesome presence was to be known and realized by others. Her hips having a bit of a sway as she walked. "So stranger, care to entertain me with a story?," she voiced when she saw the male. An exciting glint in her eyes when she approached him.

Not too far down one particular trail that had begun to lead out from the river, Mordecai soon heard the approach of another. He had no more time to look behind him and acknowledge a wolfish form before that form was speaking to him. Yet there was enough time to catch the sway in her small frame, perhaps even the ghost of a smile lingering on her features. It wasn't hard for him to ascertain that she was not of a pack, because like he had been just a handful of days ago, the wilds had claimed her in a earthen, woodsy musk.

"A story?" he asked, though the question was more rhetorical than anything. "Do I really look like a storyteller?" His rejoinder was not meant unkindly, but rather held humor in its grasp. Mordecai did not consider himself a storyteller in the slightest, though he had a penchant for finding out the stories of others. Or at least some sort of story.

Donna quirked up her lips as the male responded. The sturdy female promptly sat down, her chest puffed out forward and her chin dipped down. Her golden eyes fell on the male, and her ears perked up, showing off how 'eager' she was to listen. "Well? Would you disappoint a lady?," she returned. Truth be told, Donna was a fan of drama. It wasn't uncommon for her to burst into tears just to see the reaction of others. Often, if it turned to awkwardness, she would burst into laughter. She also used this as some form of an icebreaker. The standard 'hi what is your name?' gets boring after two years.

The smaller female placed her tail over her paws and intently looked at the male. It wasn't really a dominant stare, more a demanding one like females could give especially well. "I am merely trying to break this wall between us, but fine, go ahead be stubborn about it. Break my heart in a thousand pieces," she dramatically barked towards the male. To give more effect she even turned her head away from the stranger across from her. Donna was a bit quirky, in her own awesome way, of course.

Instantly, he was reminded of Cara. The lone female's taste for being overdramatic spurred an unpleasant sort of response in him. Perhaps if he had been of a different persuasion, Mordecai would have felt just the tiniest bit of bad for spurring her response. Instead, the persuasion that he found amplified a note of aggravation in him. In lieu of a response, he could only watch her with an expression that suggested are you finished and wondered if leaving her behind in the dust wasn't such a bad idea.

In fact, he would have at least waited to see if Cara was going to finish her display. Abruptly, he continued on, realizing he would rather not deal with waiting to see when she would knock off the theatrics.

The dramatic lady slowly turned her head slowly towards the male who kept quiet. "It seems you are not an actor," Donna returned sharply. Her golden eyes scanned over her. "Would you like to go the normal way then? Okay fine. Well, Hi. I am Donna. It is not just a name. It is a title. You will see. I am a lone wolf for two years now. How about you?," she asked on the most sweetest voice. It was curious to see her interact with another wolf. She met many strangers, maybe the lack of real friends made her so into acting out different personalities.

Her tail stayed over her paws to keep them warm. Maybe Donna should try and settle down in one of these big wolf packs they had here. She wasn't sure if that was her kind of thing. She liked to be on her own and travel through the lands.

When she called after him, he gave a moment of pause. Her sharp tone stirred the pot just a little more even as she revealed that she had been trying to avoid the same old humdrum of hi, hello, how are you. But at least this time, she kept her distance and left him with the deliberation of whether or not to humor her with conversation or simply keep going on his way. For a moment, Mordecai eyed the pathway ahead and considered that option deeply. It was so much easier to walk away and deal with the inevitable consequences. But he had never been one for the easier way.

He turned back towards her, but did not readily close the gap between them. "Well, I was about to go and scout out some of the herds along the river, but," he paused, "I'm think you've probably scared them into realizing we're here." His annoyance was evident, though the tone of his voice hardly changed. "But I'm Mordecai, and I'll warn you once to stay on this side of the river come later. You aren't too far from a pack." Maybe that was her intention, though, to come calling and banging hysterically at their proverbial front door.

And he certainly hoped she would not.

Donna licked his white lips before she curled them into a grin. "Well since I have a full stomach I didn't really care to be quiet. Besides, Deer isn't often on my menu," she returned. The small female actually didn't view them as prey, to be honest. They were far too big for her to hunt alone and since she had been alone for a long time.... "But great! That means that we can totes socialize more," she hummed lowly, a hint of a glint in her golden eyes whens he spoke.

The female slowly rose her nose into the air as her eye scanned over him. "Mordecai. Hmm. Hebrew isn't it? I met a wolf once who spoke that tongue. Very interesting," the female spoke. She had clearly seen that the male wanted to leave. The sturdy female moved to sit in front one of the exits. "Me? Trespassing? I would never," she acted all shocked. "Oh I scented it, I assume you are in it? Is it fun.. being in a pack?"

Slowly but surely, there was a deviation in her behavior that made him think that she was less like Cara. She was worse than the bullheaded yearling; she was truly antagonistic at heart. But that aside, he supposed she could have been a good actor in her own right, if wolves were supposed to be keen on that something. Her questions about his name seemed more rhetorical than anything and so, he left them alone. He couldn't have explained the origins of his name, let alone what it meant. He didn't even know which parent had thought of the name.

But it was her next question that fell under his consideration. If not for her prior actions, he may have been curious as to why she wanted to know if it was fun. But instead, he thought it a ploy, another chance for her to prey on his waning patience. "I'm sure if you think hard enough, you can remember," and then he wondered how on earth she had managed to survive on her own for years. If her claim, the one she boasted moments ago, were true. "But if you don't mind, I'd really like to go back to what I intended to do. I'm sure you'll find someone who's up to your acting snuff somewhere else. I could even point out where some of them are," he said in a turn of face. There were plenty of places he could suggest she go, plenty of wolves that would probably warm to her far better than him.

Provided he was willing to actually send her there.

Donna looked at the other male and frowned lightly. Her small frame side eyed him briefly. Didn't he know anything about her species? Probably not. Well then. She would need to educate him, or so it seemed. "No I don't know. I never lived in one" Donna's golden eyes settled on him. "I am an Iberian wolf. We are a subspecies of the Eurasian wolf or so my other told me. She came from overseas, and found her mate here, also shipped from somewhere else. They don't really speak this common tongue we speak. The area we came from as not much room for big packs. Slowly it became our nature to live in small packs. The only real pack I have ever been in is the one with my mom, dad and my two sisters. They got this weird thing around their neck, like mom. I escaped and traveled since then," she shrugged.

Her mother spoke often about this previous land of hers. She missed it. Donna could imagine she did, to be pulled from your home and placed in a new area. The dramatic female was glad her mom had met her dad. She was happy with him. "What I am saying is.. I don't know what it is like to be in a big pack with strangers. So don't mock me, mister!"

What she spoke of following that meant little to Mordecai, who was ignorant that there were such things as overseas and what not. It sounded like a dramatically fabricated story, but he also didn't discredit either. There was a lot about the world that he didn't know. Wolves could live on islands, that much he had learned from Dijax and of the former inhabitants of Wheeling Gull Isle. What struck him as bizarre was that she didn't consider her family setting a pack, and the notion displayed itself openly across his features in a furrowed brow.

"But that is a pack," he stated. "Packs consist of families, mothers and fathers and their young. Even the one I was born it was that way," though truthfully, he didn't add, it had been more than just his parents and their offspring. His cousins, aunts, uncles, they had all been there. "Most of the packs here are no different, so you do know what it's like. I'm not mocking you." And considering that he had never been ripped from his own home and put somewhere else by anything other than his own decisions, it was a relatively safe assumption that he did not understand much about the life Donna had lived.

The multicolored female didn't agree with him. She had studied the packs here and they didn't seem to be related at all. Yes, a few might but most were a mix. That was what she didn't understand. She shook her head lightly. "But your packs here don't. That is what I don't get," she returned instantly. She disagreed that she lived in a pack. Since they all hunted for themselves after they were grown up. Donna would often not return for weeks. But she wasn't going to tell that to the male.

The female got to her feet, tail in the air. Her ears popped on top of her head. "I see that you are of no use to me," she then returned with a certain air. She would find another wolf to tackle this issue with. Maybe someone fun and exciting. She felt not really welcome. Donna thought in very black and white. Injuries weren't welcome. She needed her beautiful body in top condition. "Bye, Mortie."

As she rose to her feet, declaring that he was of no use to her, Mordecai had to withhold the urge to tell her that he could have told her that to begin with. He hadn't come out there to be dramatized upon, let alone argue; not that she wanted to argue anyway. Instead he was willing to let her leave, offering her no rejoinder that she could otherwise use against him, or as reason to stay longer.

Turning his attention back towards the trail that he had been following, the tawny Ostrega decided to abandon the thought as well. There was no sense in trailing them now. His mindset was jarred off from where it was, the speculation that had come to light minutes ago now far into the past where it would stay, at least until the mood struck him again. He did not venture a look to see if she still stood there when he departed, this time heading back towards the river to cross it, and then towards the eventual climb of the plateau.