north sea storm

The sound of a howl penetrated Ypres's sonars. It was not a howl of this pack, and it forced her guard hairs to stand at end, however; she knew that she was outnumbered. Better not do anything foolish in this case Ypres... A grin spread across her mug baring the tips of her pearls as she decided to go check out what in the world was happening. She knew the Isle was baring two wolf packs so therefore the lands were shared. But judging by the sound of the triumphant beckoning, things were not so swell.
Nimble feet boldly carried her formation across the way anyway. She was a bold creature deciding she had nothing left to lose. She was barely accepted into the pack, and was wondering what was going on for such a calling to be made. Ah yes, perhaps pack wars in the near future would be gained? Ypres loved the sound of blood and gore, and ripping the guts from a nemesis, but not today. She needed to gain further information as to what was going on in the isles, and if it were worth her staying here.

Stocky features loomed towards the howls, but she remained unseen as she observed the trio from a fair distance. She hid among the rocks on the shoreline and played with the wind to keep undetected. She wasn't much of a hunter herself, but as she was more of a patroller and Guardian. She twitched her nose heavily as she bit at her lower lip seeing the three hang about waiting for a response. The ghostly white male seemed to be the leader of the trio. Eyes scanned each wolf from her hiding spot in attempts to size them up, this was a huge losing battle for her, but it was something she was familiar with. She was accustomed to getting herself locked into a turmoiled rage and being ganged up on, if the other end was losing, cowardice....
She detested the fact that many were too feeble to fight their own damn battles, and had to seek the aid in others... Hackles raised to the thought that the ghostly male could not be bold enough to come on his own, and had to bring the company of two along. Weak... However her judgments stood unseen as no wolf was a mind reader, and she knew she could not see the thoughts of their once she stepped out to reveal her flamed colored pelt. Icy eyes locked upon them like a sniper steadying its shot before shooting. She licked her lips as her jaws tightly held shut with annoyance of her thoughts racing through the core of her mind.
Pulling herself from her hidden position, she barked from her safe distance, knowing if she drew in closer, she could reach turmoil's playground. Ypres held her posture in neutral non threatening tone.


What are you looking for? How can I help you?

Her chords barked out with greeting but in dry manner. She looked at the larger wolves who stood at least 500 feet away. It was a safe enough distance, because she came in solo on this game. If they were to charge, she'd have an easy break.