Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

Hope if you don't mind that I hop in too! Looking for more threads with SC wolves, previous or present. xP


The treeline was spread across the meadow, tall conifers that poked the sky with their triangular tips. The forest stretched and blanketed the mountains that rose sharply behind them, the gray face a cool shimmer in the daylight. The border of Swiftcurrent was still strong but not present as Dovev traipsed about the flat river beds before turning back west. He had enough to do now- explore, meet, greet... Even if the latter was something of a formality and not a joyous occasion.

The large arctic brute's shaggy winter coat hung long about his torso and tail, waiting for the plush down of winter to fill it out. After last night's thunderstorm, rain had wet down the earth and caused large clods of dirt to become stuck on his fine hairs, but it left a wide range of uses. Through the grass was a deer trail coated in the finely shaped pawprints of a wolf, smaller and more lighter on its' step as Dovevs' own paws decimated them. The trail had opened up to a smooth curve surrounded by trees, and from there, the aroma of his new comrades rode strong in the air.
A female stood, the tall grass swaying to reach for her stomach. As the alabaster brute drew near, standing with perked ears towards the mountain. His pale orbs drew over her frame quickly, deeming by her scent to be a fully fledged Swiftcurrent soldier. Past her, he sought out what he inferred to be the object of her attention. This male had approached from the crooked rocks, and held a more relaxed demeanor. Dovev could catch the last snippet of conversation as he steadily walked toward the pair.
"... kicked her senior wolves out."

His audits shot forward and he couldn't help but feel the bereaved hairs along his scapulars spike. No doubt this male had some connection to his new queen; the light but barbed sentence had caused enough reaction in Dovev over the young but confident alphess. Even if he had plans for the future, the current state of his new titles was not an object to be scorned. He turned first to the tan and sandy hued female and gave a slight nod as his rigid tail swished slowly back and forth. I'm Dovev, he spoke, his pools flickering briefly on her before locking on the sterling brute.