Great Bear Wilderness White Fur, Green Grass
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Ooc — Pheebs
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All Welcome 
It was midday, the sun high in the sky, fauna of all types out and about. A white wolf slowly stepped out towards the Greatwater Lake before her, looking down into the still waters and seeing her reflection stare right back at her. She softly began to lap at the water, quenching the thirst that the hot sun had brought upon her. She was determined to find somewhere to rest that night, somewhere more perminent than a pile of leaves or somewhere under a shady tree.

She noticed something by the lake as well; a small brown scruffy hare drinking from the lake as well. She fixed her icy blue eyes on the small target, and began to try to orbit around it, crouching down though she doubted her white fur would blend in with the vivid green grass below her. The hare's ears pricked up and she made eye contact with those beady black eyes, and they both were off in a mad dash. One ran for their life, the other ran to take that life away.

As she ran, she was fixed upon the hare, it's scent making her hunger, hearing it's thundering heartbeat in her ears as she raced after it. Not looking where she was going, she had accidentally chased the hare into the Bramblepoint. It dove into the brambles and made it's escape while she went nose first into some spikey brambles, yelping as she staggered back and heard those litle feet bound away.

She growled to herself and decided to lay down briefly. "Can't catch one stupid hare..." she mumbled.
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Ooc — Miryam
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Just as Cortland was beginning to take to the night, Phocion was starting to dwell during the days, especially if they were cooler, more cloudy. He didn't necessarily like it, but he had realized that the wolves of the Teekons were more active and comfortable while the sun was high--and if Argyros was to grow, he must adapt, for now. They could always bend to his will later.

He strode down from Silvertip today, a snowy blur across the rugged landscape of the wilderness. Squinting against the glare of sunlight, he followed the Whitefish down, down, until it split and meandered as a stream into the ruins of the Heartwood, then away from that foul place toward the thicket of the Bramblewood. It was then he saw another pale form, lying near the edge of the forest, looking quite cross.

With a wave of his tail, the white priest approached, giving the woman a chuff of greeting. He drew to a halt, eyes a warm cerulean, an easy smile coming to his muzzle as he looked down at her. "I do a lot of traveling in these parts, but I'm certain I've not seen your face before," Phocion remarked, tilting his head curiously. She looked a lot like him, but with black-tipped ears that clearly set her apart.