Blackfeather Woods Bored Loner

This section is maily background information if you want to skip down to actual RP

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Rouge had been a loner virtually from birth. For three and a half years she had lived on her own day to day surviving. Repeating the same pattern over and over again. She searched and found food, rested and occasionaly came across other wolves to talk to. This patterned filled her basic needs of survival but she was getting tired and at times lonley. She hadn't joined a pack because she despized them. Not because of the constant interaction with others but because she had been abandon once by one and was determined never to be abandon again. But recently she craved more. Something she could do to pass the time other then just moving from place to place. If she was forced to join a pack to do this then so be it, but she wouldn't join just any pack.

The pack would be organized around more then family. Family packs though including others were about family, and with Rouge not being one of their blood, she felt they might dump he without regret. But that brought up another pradicament. If the pack were not organized around family they must be organized around something else, often requiring their members to contrubute something other then just themselves. This would mean Rouge would need a skill or a trade to highten. As a loner she moved all about, and with her dark coloration often hidden from others. This would make her best as a scout she thought, but who really needed a scout. Most packs had no need for a messenger let alone a spy. But throughout her time in the wilds, Rouge had heard wishers.

Wishers of a pack organized around soemthing other then family. The wolves from the pack were supposed to be more agressive. Rouge had been in many fights over her time but had never gone as far as to kill anyone. Often times she was neutral but she couldn't deny she had a wiched side. This was the pack she thought of joining. 

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Actual RP begins here, I'll make this short :)

The pitch black female walked into the blackfeather woods. The eerieness and gloom inviting to her as it reminded her of the haunted woods she had visited multiple times. Moving slowly she was vigilet. Though she came with good intentions, being in the territory of rumored agressive wolves she couldn't be too cautious. The trees over head blocked out much of the early afternoon light as Rouge walked through the low level vegitation on the ground. 

She didn't call out just yet, warry of how the wolves in the area acted. She stopped and stood still with her ears on a swivel. She assumed at least one wolf of every pack would be keens to patroling their borders. She thoguht and waited for one to appear.