Larksong Grotto oh right
All Welcome  December 04, 2018, 09:50 PM
Cyclone
IkKanattuk
Tallimat
Her plan, thus far, was to keep making her way around the new pack and pick up any loners she happened to find along the way. If she ran into a member of another pack, so be it. Maybe they'd be unsatisfied (as she had been) with their way of life, and Cyclone could convince them this was the right thing to do. Surely they didn't really want to stay wherever they currently were. Not that the glacier was the perfect place on earth, but it was suitable enough, and they could use the numbers.

Set on her quest, the Blackthorn yawned and stretched from her temporary bed, eventually making her way to a small stream where she could grab a drink from the partly frozen water. It was icy cold, but still liquid enough for her to drink. Perhaps she would come across some grub while she was out here. She sure could use the sustenance.
December 06, 2018, 02:32 AM
Vegas
Lone Wolves

The lanky wolf trots amidst the trees, his fresh kill of an emaciated raccoon clenched between bloodstained jaws. His nostrils are full of blood-smell, yet they are still able to detect other scents, two of which have captured his interest. One is the scent of water. He is hungry to be sure, but his thirst overpowers the hunger and he cannot fathom eating the raccoon without first moistening his dry mouth. 

The second scent he follows is that of another canine, a wolfess. The thought of a social encounter both excites and frightens him. His kind are unpredictable, but that is simply the way of things and uncertainty is no excuse to remain reclusive. 

Vegas at last approaches the stream, its shores glistening in broken patches of ice. He places himself a short distance from the she-wolf, and with a half glance in her direction drops the raccoon at his paws. Cobalt eyes turn away from her as he lowers his maw to the frigid water and begins to lap up a hearty drink.
December 06, 2018, 08:36 AM
Cyclone
IkKanattuk
Tallimat
Neasa's smell, as usual, was more useful than her hearing and sight. Not because her hearing and sight were poor, but it was just the way wolves were built. Her nose never failed to be the first to alert her to the presence of somebody else, and she glanced to the left, then to the right to see a white figure against the snowy landscape. Not only that, but there was a very obvious corpse at his feet, causing Cyclone to immediately lick her lips.

Him drinking from the stream would have been the perfect opportunity for her to steal it away, and the coon likely would have been enough to stave off her hunger for the day, but she knew better than to insult those she was trying to draw toward the glacier. Instead, she would wait until he was finished with his drink, then give an inviting woof. The last thing she wanted to do was approach somebody with food at their feet, lest she start a tussle.
December 06, 2018, 06:00 PM
Vegas
Lone Wolves

His nerves rattle as he drinks knowing that the woman has the prime opportunity to snatch the coon from between his paws. In this event a fight would surely ensue and that is not something that Vegas wants. He is not a violent individual by nature, but he will fight for his food if he must.

But the dark furred female makes no such attempt and in turn Vegas feels able to relax. His thirst quenched he lifts a dripping maw and swings his narrow head towards her, regarding her with doleful blue eyes as she unleashes a friendly woof.

His long, soft tail begins to sway. He gives her a half smile and steps back a bit,nosing the raccoon corpse towards her. It flops in her direction as Vegas flips it with his pale snout.

He draws up to stand, his posture neither dominant nor submissive but rather neutral.unthreatening, friendly almost. 

You... You want to share? I probably can't eat it all right now.