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Birthday Boy - Burke - October 22, 2015 Burke trotted through the forest, giving Melloni's entrance a mini patrol. His children were about two weeks old and naturally the pack would be excited to meet them. Now he was calculating it was about three weeks into autumn. This should be around the time he was born. Burke slowed down his trot, standing still in his moment of realization. The tank of a male reached his sixth year of life by now. Where had all the time gone. He never expected to become a father again, and now he was getting more and more lighter grey hairs not only because of those fuzzy potatoes but also because he was running a pack. His pack. Burke reflected back on his time at Thorn Ledge he was fighting for the spot with his brother. His dearest brother that turned into his own demon. Burke briefly wondered if Darius faired to make it on his own without him helping out running the pack. What he didn't know was that his own son Sebastian killed him. Burke thought he was still alive, also turning 6 today. The only wolves that could know about this were probably Meldresi and Akela. Maybe he had told the spiderlings too once, he didn't really remember. Would he be seen as a senior at the age of six? He hoped not. He had a lot of spirit left in him, he would grow old and more grumpy later. Now he was too busy, and besides he had plans with Meldresi to grown old and grumpy together. RE: Birthday Boy - Vulpine - October 24, 2015 WF for ya! :)
Instead of heading for the Haunted Wood, the graceful bird had taken a wrong turn. This simple error had lead her to the place the ravens and crows called 'Blackfeather Woods'. What the two species of birds said were true. As she neared the woods, she could hear the calls of the ravens and crows who lived there. There was also the dark glow that she was told would be there. It was honestly a very interesting place to be. As she flew through the woods, she rotated her head, listening out for any mice that may be scurrying. Vulpine rested on a branch, listening out for her meal. Instead of a mouse, there was a sound much bigger. With that sound came a gray wolf, which got her interested. She leaped of her branch, following the Alphas tracks until she landed on a branch in front of him. "Hello wolf," she said. RE: Birthday Boy - Burke - October 25, 2015 Burke was thinking about all types of strategies and how they would continue as a pack when the owl interrupted him. Burke wasn't one of those wolves that enjoyed socializing with Wild Fauna but the fact that the crows and ravens were of good use made him more civil towards them. The tank of a wolf knew that owls were predators like him with their own lore and way of thinking. He wasn't even sure why the owl wanted a conversation with him. He lifted his head and looked at the oversized bird. His pale eyes drilling into the other's big eyes. "You have my attention," he pointed out, his voice stoic. Burke wasn't sure if he wanted to have a conversation with the other but hey, maybe it brought some useful information. RE: Birthday Boy - Hugin - November 03, 2015 The Raven had never been keen on having other prey birds in the woods. It was concurrence he did not tolerate. After being here for so long, he thought that these woods were his playground. So when he saw that ugly owl talking to one of the wolves of the woods, he croaked loudly. He was bigger in size than Vulpine, and just as dangerous. "Get out" Going down on her, he used beak and claws to get the bird away. RE: Birthday Boy - Burke - November 03, 2015 Burke watched as the Black Feather Woods raven instantly tried chased out the owl. Thank god. He didn't feel like having much of a conversation with an owl. Hugin on the other hand was a pretty good conversationalist. The raven kept things in check and with his eyes in the sky he could often see things they couldn't. Burke found him a very useful informant. hopefully He would successfully manage to keep the bird out. Once the bird returned to him Burke sat down. "Thank you Hugin," he spoke. "Feel free to keep all the other birds of prey out," he stated. Burke glanced over the black bird that just attacked the other. "Any news?," he asked curiously. RE: Birthday Boy - Vulpine - November 12, 2015 Back from testing! Yaaay! :D
Just as the owl was going to reply, she heard a voice coming from the shadows. Not a very pleasant one at that. Instinct told her to flee, for she had no clue what was lurking in the shadows. Her answer had soon come. A raven, way larger in size came swooping down, talons aiming right at her. Party over. She was lucky to only have the talons slash at her chest when she dodged. Vulpine was no fool, so she immediately took flight and flew out of the dark wood. Vulpine exits RE: Birthday Boy - Hugin - November 12, 2015 Satisfied with seeing the owl go, Hugin settled on the same branch Vulpine had been on earlier. "One has not to thank Hugin for this. I didn't do it for you " he poke and tilted his head. "Many things happen in the shadows , why should I speak about those...you are not the wolf the deal was made with." he flattered his large wings. "But I am willing to share with you, if you give me something in return" RE: Birthday Boy - Burke - November 13, 2015 Burke payed no heed to much of the dark birds words. The bird wasn't under his command and if he didn't scare the other bird away for him so be it. Burke tipped his head in interest. He knew about Akela's deal but it seemed the raven only had the deal with Akela not the rest of the Black Feather Woods wolves. "Not sure if I can offer you anything else. Suggestions?," he inquired. This bird already had a deal with one wolf, and Burke wasn't going to give him something unreasonable. Otherwise he would just have to talk to Akela to ask the bird these things. |