Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

Perhaps @Macbeth or @Quiet?

Her claws dragged heavily across the ground in a fit of frustration. Pawing the dirt for the last five minutes had got her nowhere, her foot only sunk a little deeper each time her nails raked across the ground. She needed something to take her mind off of him. If she had been human, the title "functional alcoholic" would have perfectly described her state for the last few days. Everything in her life had made sense, until he had just waltzed in, kissed her and apologized. And to make it worse, Kove wanted to explore the feelings, like, um no i'm an assassin, babysitter and in my free time I torture mutts in a cave, After running the perimeter of Blackfeather a few times, her mind really started to jabber.. And her mind voice was oh so goddamn annoying. 

Lifting her head slightly from it's defeated, hanged state, her eyes wandered before her before venturing sideways for anything out of the ordinary. A few new scents had arrived at their borders, one of which she was still yet to meet. One was a quiet presence, which greatly confused her. More and more seemed to look for shelter in their home as the days became colder. She scoffed silently, they would instantly be run off of their borders in a heartbeat if they even looked weak. And she would be the one to do it.

Hello!

Quiet had taken the time to explore the Woods. She had no interest in doing any of her tasks until she knew this forest inside and out. She wanted to be comfortable here. Or at least try to be. Even though she loved the silence, the fierce brutality of this pack sometimes caught her off guards. The blood spattered borders, lined with fur and bones was the first thing that frightened her, but now as the days went by, she found she was growing to accept this macabre decoration. She walked past them without any thought of whose bones they once were, or how they died.

Quiet was now in search of another wolf. She had yet to meet every canid that dwelled underneath this dark canopy. A few, sure, but there were more skulking in the dark, she was sure. One just like the haggard looking female up ahead.

Hey! Thanks for popping in :)

The outline of a peculiar looking fox made her raise her head completely. Though, prowling closer to the stranger, she realised it was not a fox at all. Rather, one of the new arrivals. Unlike the other one, this presence was quiet, leading her to speculate what she wanted. The female was much smaller than she had ever encountered before, yet she did not any lower guards based on body type. Sometimes, quiet was violent. 

Walking straight up to the stranger, she held a critical eye. It was unlike her to become instantly friendly to just anyone, and due to the new changes, she was yet to see if the female would even survive in the dark woods. But, her cold nature was something that was carved deep into her soul, and could not be simply rubbed off overnight. Her stance presumed influence, and the mark on her shoulder was not to be missed. Not that she ever liked to flaunt it, but she was interested to see the strangers reaction to superiority. Some had little to no respect, and she didn't cooperate well with those who didn't.

Quiet, upon seeing that blaze of red on the dark-furred woman's shoulder, instantly lowered to the ground. Her face ground into the dirt, her stomach furs displayed themselves prominently to the woman as she approached. She did not know that her display of submission was exactly what the marked woman wanted - it was instinct for her to submit to any wolf larger than her. It was what made her such an effective spy - no one noticed the weak and submissive, the servants who could walk around unseen and listen to conversations that no one else heard.

She nodded appreciatively to the female, signalling for her to rise again. It was always nice when one acknowledged authority. This one, she approved. Clearly, she had recognised the mark when she seen it, and she wondered how she had some to know of the Brotherhood. Though something was off. Why had she not spoken? Was it timidness? No, she showed no sign of it. "My name is Nemesis. What might yours be?" She asked, though she didn't expect a verbal answer. 

"If you don't mind me asking, but can you speak?" She asked after a moment. In this case, she was sensitive to the female's feelings, for she knew that these things were often.. sensitive. She would back off if it wasn't something to talk about, though she wasn't sure how she wa supposed to communicate with the female, or even know her name.

With another signal, Quiet rose to her feet again, her body still postured submissively as she looked curiously at the woman. She looked cold. Not in terms of body heat, but her nature. This woman didn't look like she could love - the only thing she could do was kill and hurt. But wasn't that the point of this pack? To provide a place for such people and give them purpose?

Quiet chuffed softly in response to her name, then nodded in answer of the woman's question. She hoped that one of them would play the name game with her so that they may at least tell the pack her name without Quiet having to repeat the tedious process over and over and over... Quiet hoped that this Nemesis would be the one to figure it out.

Her suspicions were correct as the female nodded in confirmation. Idea's of how the female had even asked for admittance into their pack were a mystery to her, as she could only guess. But perhaps her silence was not her weakness, but the perfect disguise. While they already varied in style and contribution, there was always the need for something more exotic, and she had the feeling that the female's presence would be more than intriguing.

Her head tilted on an angle, as if confused though she was not. The female clearly wanted something from her, as the question of a name could not be answered by her. She realised it would probably be trying to try and mime out something so complex as a name to multiple people. If she could only guess correctly, all would benefit. "Ah, you would like me to guess then," She looked over the female as if her name could somehow be lifted from her looks. Small..? It was a stupid guess. Focussing on other attributes of her, her eyes narrowed in deep thought. "Silent?" She warily guessed as if the name could somehow be insulting to the female. If the female could nod once to confirm that she was on the right track would help, otherwise she had no idea how it would pan out.

Ah, the game had begun. Excellent. Quiet sat down, wondering what Nemesis would start with. She had gotten some more than amusing answers as a first start. Some were insulting, others strange and out of place. But most of them never failed to make her laugh (silently). This one, however, was right on track. It would often take a while for someone to get on that vein of names (surprisingly). Quiet nodded once, not wholeheartedly. She lifted a paw and gestured for her to go on.

Her mind searched for another name as the female motioned for her to continue. So she was on the right track, relatively. What was silent? Trees were silent, though she doubted that there was ever a wolf called Trees. Wind was sometimes silent, so she put it under the list of possibilities. "Hushed. Hush?" She pondered outloud, waiting the nod of 'you're getting there' from the female. But perhaps it was not an adjective at all, and she wondered if she should revisit the Tree idea. An object was just a good a guess, wasn't it? 

After she got the name, she would have to alert the pack and she figured the female would appreciate her doing so. It led her to wonder how the girl had even become to be silent at all. She knew nothing of wolves born without the power of communication though something along the lines of forced silence seemed like a possibility. And how did she manage? The idea that one could not speak her mind seemed like prison to her, though she knew very well not to comment anything about it. As heartless as she may appear, she was growing empathy in the darkness of the woods they lived in.

I just noticed that you have another wolf named Hush,,, I swear it was accidental xD

Lol its ok XD

At the sound of her brother's name, Quiet froze. Her eyes filled with sadness for a brief moment. Hush. She didn't miss the pack, the valley in which they lived, or even her mother. Hush was the only thing she pined for in her life. He was the only one who could understand her, and she, one of the only ones who could understand him. It was through each other that they learned to communicate without words, only body language. They could tell each other so much without saying anything - they couldn't after all.

Quiet nodded once and again raised her paw and shook it. She wondered if the dark wolf would have noticed that pang of loss in her eyes - she wondered if she would even care.

From the dejected look on the female's face, that was definitely not it. But at least she was getting there.. Sort of. Had the name Hush actually been someone, or is someone to the female? Oops. "Oh,  i'm sorry," She could only offer though she didn't know the circumstances under which the female had saddened. Her voice held genuine sincerness, something that was often missing from her, most of the time. It was rare, yet it meant so much. 

"How about.." She trailed off, trying to think of another name that went along with Silent, Hush and/or Trees. "Whisper.. Wind.. Quiet?" She tried at the same time, awaiting the "sort of" shake of a paw. If she could not get this, her brain racked for ways for them to communicate. Gestures could only do so much. Perhaps Burke or Damien would have an idea, though she resented having to ask Damien for anything. The kid had got on her nerves, or tried to get on her nerves too many times for her to think so highly of him. Yet, she didn't try to start spats with her packmates, she was above that. Turning her attention back to the female, she waited for the negative sign, maybe even a nod of correctness. 

Quiet's melancholy, though removed from her eyes, was still present in her mind as the thoughts of her brother swirled through her mind once more. It was sobering to think that she may not see her twin again in her lifetime, but Quiet accepted it. She had accepted it the moment she left the geyser-valley that was her home. But at the sound of her name, Quiet's head shook furiously, breaking away from her thoughts. A soft squeak of approval exiting her lips; that was her name.

Fade here?

Her ears perked up and so did her attention as she received a nod from the stranger, Quiet. What an odd name, she thought, feeling a little bit stupid for having not guessed it sooner. "Well, it's nice to meet you Quiet," She affirmed, having noticed she had not formally greeted the female with her name. This information she would have to share with the pack, after all, this was very important information. She felt quite smart, having she be the one to solve the name game, even though it really wasn't a huge accomplishment. "I will share this with the rest of the pack, save you from having to repeat this whole thing to everyone else," 

Yes, last post from me.

Satisfied that her name had finally been revealed, Quiet nodded contently, intent on leaving. The Dark Sister had better things to do than to have a one-sided chat with a mute. She was happy that she would not have to go through her time here with a demeaning nickname like Mutt or Coyote-spawn or something even cruder. Here, she would be spoken to like an equal - by everyone. With a pleased smile, Quiet bowed her head submissively and wandered away, back into the shadows of the forest she now lived in.