Final Resting Place [IC Joining]

Gwynevere stood at the base of the mountain. The scent of a small pack meandered down towards her on a breeze and she breathed in the smell, trying to discern how many might be up there. In the end it was hopeless. All the scents were tying into each other, and it's not as if the number really mattered anyways. All she needed was a place to lay her head down at night and take her poppy seeds without anyone telling her to stop.

She howled into the evening air, hoping they would come down all the way to meet her. Her leg was killing her just then and she wasn't sure she'd be able to climb very far at the moment. Suddenly feeling tired, she lay down to wait. She wasn't sure if they would even let her join. She was, after all, old, disabled, and could be quite grumpy at times. She decided right then that she would try to be nice this once, for the sake of being able to call this mountain home. The trek through those trees would give her some good exercise, she knew. And besides, she secretly missed the company of other wolves, even if she would never admit it.

Ferdie scented the air, The meeting with the swiftcurrent creek wolfs left him aggravated and with heightened awareness of prowlers at the boarder he followed the trail the wind gave to him.

His tail flipped up high over his back and he ran his muzzle along Ame's back as he placed himself between her and the newcomer. Ame was able to handle herself but he wanted to be the first to take injury if that was what was going to happen. He stared down at the wolf whom howled then lay down at the borders, his gaze, hidden from Ame was sharp and unforgiving.

He almost had the urge to remark his boarders had didn't move from his location towering above the wolf, This fledgling pack needed physically fit wolves, they had winter to prepare for, and so far this wolf and her scent seemed 'off' to him. She hadn't spoken yet so he gave a warning rumble from deep in his chest, saying with actually saying the words speak now or forever hold your peace... He wasn't a killer, not by far. But he was growing less tolerant of other wolves.