Noctisardor Bypass The Ire of a Frost Tinged Rose (Pack Tryout)

@Gwen


Cry brought the last of the rabbit to his maw, ripping the sinew and fatty tissue to bits in seconds, and near inhaling the little tender pieces as he finished the last meal for the day. The handsome male knew full and through how well and capable he had to look to get into a pack, as proper pack new not just to accept members, but to accept those that would benifit the pack, in a whole. His coat shone, the usual lack luster being driven away as he kept a healthy and fulled diet for the past few days, and his form was that of a tireless wolf. He had quite a nice height, almost 3 feet from paw to ear tip, and underneath that void of a coat worked a machine of well earned muscles. Cry wasn't exquisitely massive in muscle, he was just honed, the tribulations of working in the wilds forcing him to either be culled by its lack of mercy, or to live through it.
Cry was smart enough to chose the latter.

Picking up the other fat and nutrient rich rabbit, Cry made his way to a pack border, one that was unknowingly that of Ganador Bypass, only to set the meal down at it's scent-fringes. Throwing up his crown, a song was sent through the air, a usual calling for attention, more specifically for the Alphess or Alpha of these mysterious lands.