Wolf RPG

She was frustrated, and kept to the edges of the lakeside deep in the heart of the Spine. There, she had worked away the hours alone tracking small game. Success was hit or miss, as any hunt was, but by her sheer volume of attempts paired with life fostered by the springtime's warmth, she had managed to accumulate some stocks. It was actually what she had been steadily working on before everything went on here, since gamekeeping and outriding were evidently her primary interests (especially after her failed attempts at making a warden of herself).

Especially when her other interests lie in traveling past the boundaries. She did not know if she would be welcomed back into her home once she returned from outriding at all. Wyvern had not exactly been out-rightly respectful to the new regime yet. Just.. neutral, and incredibly wary. Not to mention, she hardly had the interest in attempting to recruit anyone to the spine either with this in mind. Not at the moment, anyway, when her existence here seemed to be up in the air still and so full of uncertainties.

So she had done well to keep to herself, although hoped to spot a familiar face to see how they were. Instead, she found herself staring down at the bloodied remains of a rabbit she had recently caught curled in a small hole. Slowly, she picked up her paws and buried it, but the motions felt mechanized and lacked vigor. She didn't feel hungry, or really interested at all, but did it anyway.

Alusia wanted to leave the Spine.

She made her way to the lake where she saved the pale male, and gazed out at the water. A sigh came from the wolfess as she sat down at the edge of the lake. The pale female remembered the last time she saw Cara, was when she left her with that white male along the boarders. Alusia wondered if the strange male had injured Cara, and a growl came from the young wolfess. She knew she should have never left her queen with a stranger. 

Alusia stood and  was about to make her way to the boarder when a gust of wind made the wolfess stop. A smile formed on the pale female's face, as she realized it was Wyvern's scent. Alusia quickly made her way to her friend and saw she was burying something in the ground. "Wyvern" Alusia called out happily to the female. The arctic wolfess wondered how her pack mate was taking to this new leadership, but kept quiet about it for now. 

Tonravik moved with a sureness that none could match. Her place was here. That much, she knew. An ear shifted as she resumed her daily tasks, and once that was done, the woman found time to bring down a hare plump with the benefits spring had brought it. It's selfishness made it heavy. Tonravik carried the thing in her jaws, and lumbered toward the ever-tentative Alusia, and Wyvern, who Tonravik had hoped to meet. 

Between them, she deposited the hare. "Tomorrow, we hunt larger game," she warns. Were she to know Alusia intended to go, she would have chased her off the lands then and there. It was a waste, and Tonravik knew others wanted entry, but Tonravik would feed the mouths that remained before anyone else. Alusia was one of them. The pack had not hunted in a while; tomorrow, they would. 

The rabbit gathered dirt, bit by bit, and steadily disappeared from sight. About then, she glanced up to see Alusia approaching. "Alusia!" she chuffed in greeting, brightening some then when she saw sight of her friend. She hadn't seen her in a while, so waved her tail slowly -- she was still finding it hard to be in that great of spirits. "So I was hoping to see you sometime soon, y'know with.. everything--" she began, but was cut short at the sound of an approach. Her eyes narrowed in the direction it came from.

When Tonravik appeared, her ears slicked back immediately. She was quiet, but subtly prickled in defensiveness that signaled her unease. Her posture otherwise was tensely neutral -- and she wondered if she'd have more expected of her? The beastly female -- Tonravik, she reminded herself then, informed them of a hunt. "What do you think we will pursue..?" she asked almost hesitantly; she was testing to see if any of her pieced up knowledge would be of use. "The moose have been visiting the lake a lot," she added, having seen a few here and there recently. There were the usual faces, then an elusive female with a pair of young babies.. but Wyvern saw markedly less of that one.

Having approached the both, she missed the tail-end of what it was Wyvern had said. But Alusia was quick to drift off, deciding for one reason or another to depart from their company. Tonravik did not watch, instead opting to heed Wyvern, who spoke. Tonravik was not bothered by the others neutral stance, given the fact that the other had not acted out of line. So long as the wolf was not insubordinate, Tonravik had no need to lash out at her or require the wolf to bow.

The hesitant question asked was not missed, but the hesitance certainly was. As Wyvern brought mention of moose, Tonravik nodded in silent approval of the others observation. She had smelled them, but not seen them. "Show me," comes her words, and her tail waves at the proposition. It would be good, to learn of this one.

Wyvern's ears folded back tightly as she watched Alusia take her leave. Almost, just almost, she thought to follow after her (as this would have been easiest, should Tonravik not find offense -- Wyvern did have more to say!), but she stayed rooted and gave her focus to the bear-like female. With ears still back, she stared at a spot on Tonravik's dark chest, feeling nervous beneath her scrutiny as she accepted needing to track down Alusia again later on. For now, she had a new task to do.

The pale Ostrega then nodded. The instruction was simple -- certainly, one she could attempt to do. She responded in turn with a gliding step forward with her nose aimed towards the lake, assuming that Tonravik would follow

She moved quietly, even as she worked to again some speed for a trot, and held her nose low. Wyvern headed for the stretch of woods in which she had seen them last, hoping that a fresh trail would run beneath her course to really pinpoint her directions and that the moose were not feeling overly elusive today.

Tonravik moved with Wyvern. Together they tracked, though she left the reins in the paws of Wyvern. She knew how prey could be. Sometimes they were present. Other days, they could never be found. As it stood then, Tonravik did not know how the animals would be, or what they would find. Upon arrival here, she knew moose existed in these lands. But she had not yet seen one. Then again, Tonravik had yet to really look, marking and guarding the borders as she had been. Now it was time to get to know the wolves that had followed the leader who had left them. It was a task she was eager to do, even if she was not the most affable of women.

The Ostrega led the way, and Tonravik could smell the freshwater lake in the distance. Now and again, there would be an old trail... and she scented scat nearby, but did not move toward it, waiting instead for Wyvern to do so.