Lake Rodney You're a bad girl, missy Vixen.

Takes place at the edge of Lake Rodney, near Redhawk Caldera...Welcome to ALL...

  A wave of loneliness washed over her and she growled, as she wanted to be free from the chains of her wolf body. The chains of blood that led her to the need of a pack, of company. She wanted to be a free woman who was wild, liberated and had the freedom to breed. Ah, yes, she had just turned 2 and had the official knowledge that she could breed. She could just imagine it, luring poor tame males into her jaws and dumping the pups on them before moving to the next guy. No, she didn't give a hair about her puppies, her only wish for them was survival, but truly, she wanted to mate. She was a lustful beast and a bad girl, it was just her natural want. And although now she believed she wouldn't care for pups, her maternal instinct would take over, it was just fact. She would need a pack to raise puppies, though, which meant giving up her freedom.

ooc: Couldn't help myself. This is going to be interesting XD[/i]

ic: Deciding that he needed to strike out, explore the local lands and begin aiming toward earning himself a few duties, Shrike left the packlands at a swift trot after reinforcing the markings along the area he'd passed through and set out to orientate himself. His attentive gaze swept out through the woodlands, picking out anything out of the ordinary, and when he happened upon the scent of another wolf, a quiet growl thrummed in his throat. They weren't to be kind to wolves that wandered anywhere near their pack- though he reminded himself that this was still free terrain. As long as the wolf had no intentions of coming anywhere near Redhawk Caldera, he wouldn't have to exercise any power. Still, he couldn't just leave her on her own. 

He followed her scent until he could see the tall, ivory figure in the distance. A powerful female, with long unkempt fur that writhed in the wind like the tendrils of a sea anemone. There was something enchanting about her, perhaps simply because she looked strong and strong wolves were to be admired, but whatever it was, he was somewhat charmed but more than that, he was put on guard. She looked like she could pose quite a threat if she wanted to. He kept his gaze on her and stalked along, uttering a low chuff to catch her attention.

Oh hoho meh friend, it will be very interesting...

The white she-wolf turned her head, blinking in surprise to find a male. A low thrum sounded in her throat, as he was quite handsome. She stood and turned the rest of her slim figure towards him. Maybe he would be her first...She would be charming now, and try to abandon some instinct. She wagged her tail and shook out her mane slowly, blinking her deep blue eyes softly. "Aisatsu, salutations." Her silky voice replied to his chuff, and she gave the tiniest, softest smile. Her tail flicked and she sat. It was these times that she made an exception to her rules, speaking English so she would not alarm them, though she knew that her foreign language could be quite intriguing and smooth.

As soon as the female turned to observe him, he had a funny feeling in his chest that went all the way down to the pit of his stomach. There was something about her posture and the way she moved as she walked toward him that made him self-conscious, nervous,  and excited all at the same time. As such, conflicted with all these different emotions, Shrike didn't quite know how to react, and so he stood, tail half-flagged, watching her with an unusually bright gaze as she came toward him, allowing her to approach him without moving away at all. She was suave, and graceful- he took note of that immediately. 

Her voice was silky when she spoke and came to a seating position. Feeling as though she expected him to sit as well, he did so, influenced easily by her charm. He was so enchanted and surprised by her that he hadn't even realized that he didn't understand the first word she'd spoken, but knew she'd greeted him with the second. He gave a bob of his head, suddenly aware of the fact that he was nowhere near as svelte and suave as she, and greeted her back. "Hello," He said, his voice somewhat scratchy in his throat.