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@Thorn but welcoming any other Diaspora wolves

She had followed the warhound home. It was everything she had said she would not do—come to any immediate decisions about who she would swear her loyalty to. There was something about the ashen man, though—the confidence in which he moved. There was no arguing he was a leader, and she believed it was because of this that she chose to follow him. He pulled at her like a magnet, and now that he had left her side for the moment, the sylph tried to think of anything else other than how cold she now felt without the heat of his body next to hers.
 
She chose to become familiar with the land they currently chose as their own. The scent of others mingled heavily among her nostrils, and so the ivory valkyrie began to move down one of the trails, her svelte form blending among the gentle falling snow, spare for the bright apple green eyes that drank in each detail.

a sharply made she-wolf had caught thorn's eye, and he watched as she prowled below. her lissome form blended easily against the rush of snow, but even from his vantage he caught the keen flash of her poison-apple eyes.

stigmata had exequisite taste when it came to collecting his followers, thorn had found -- and this she-wolf was no exception to the warhound's discerning type. measuring her carefully, thorn wondered if she was as cunning as she looked -- for her features were bladed and intimidatingly exotic.

he did not wish to take her by surprise, and so, thorn made himself known with a chuff, his tail wagging amicably despite the distance between them.

Her exploration of the current claim Diaspora held would not continue for long without another coming to her path. The chuff stirred her ears to fall back to her skull, her sleek muzzle swinging to catch view of the night wraith. Her eyes skimmed over the large wolf, noting the sheer size of the wolf did not quite match the expectation of his more youthful age.

Her nose tipped up, testing the air and the scent that drifted from the wolf. Stigmata was upon him—and the pale sylph was comforted by this.

She remained neutral in her stance, testing to see how the male reacted to her and where he stood in the hierarchy.

it seemed his chuff had caught the cloud-hued wolfess' attention, for her startling gaze turned upwards; even from such a distance, the green of her gaze was as lancing as the sharp edge of an emerald. thorn's tail momentarily stayed in its motions, for it had been some time since he had come across a wolf so exquisitely daunting.

he was not stilled for long; gathering his limbs under him, he jumped downwards and made his way towards her. stigmata's scent wafted easily from her pelt, assuring him of her business here -- nosing along her fur (if he was allowed), the beast's tail arced every so slightly upwards -- a sign the jaunty brute had spent too much time alongside the imperious stigmata.

Her breath held within her chest for a fleeting moment as the titan prowled toward her—a large man of certain presence that still somehow moved with grace despite his size. He was next to her within moments, her slender form still as his nose pressed to her fur, exploring her in a manner she would only allow a wolf of Diaspora to do.
 
His tail lifted behind him in the fashion of a proud banner, and while her form was stiff, her lip curling upward in careful warning despite her acceptance of his invasion, she accepted his rank, and tentatively, as his inspection of her would come to a close, she would turn her defined muzzle to nose at his cheek. Exotic eyes of emerald grazed over him as her own tail began an impish sway, and as close as she was against his form for their introduction, she took a pace away now, her muzzle tilting coquettishly to him, testing his reaction.

ketzia accepted -- or perhaps, tolerated -- his advances. thorn caught the curl of her gums and his ears swung forward in response, but the brushing of her muzzle against his cheek quietened any reaction he might have had. already the slender she-wolf had meted out distance between them, leaving thorn wanting for the closure of their two bodies kept close.

he remained stiil, his eyes communicating his restraint -- she was testing him, and it was the sway of her tail that gave away her game.

he lunged abruptly towards her, a nip aimed for a slim leg before powering by her form in an effort that send snow scattering out behind him.

He watched her—the coil of his muscles stirring a primal intrigue from the pallid sylph, feeling perhaps that Stigmata had not lied when he had claimed the other males of his group to be impressive. With the season nearing, it was pointless to pretend her emerald gaze did note rove over him hungrily then. He lunged at her, a calculated and playful nip given as a spray of snow washed over her.

A widow spider waiting to pounce, she shot forward, her own teeth seeking to graze fur in a playful come-hither motion before she twisted, her paws thrumming the ground as she bolted away, curious to see if he would follow after her invitation to play.

the blonde she-wolf was quick; as if she had read his mind (and perhaps she had -- thorn did not believe she was incapable of anything) she anticipated his movements, endowing upon him the sharp graze of teeth in rebuke.

thorn stumbled, ready to whirl upon her -- only to see her slim figure darting away in sleek escape. a delighted growl rippled through him as he hungrily stalked after her, an instinctive wish to impress her hardening his resolve.

he covered ground and soon flanked her -- midstride the brute brought his blackened head towards her flank in a roving nip, a rippling snarl of play parting from his thick cheeks as he readied for her retaliation.

There was a joy when the wind pressed against ones face while running—but even more so when with a comrade. As a lone wolf for so long, only now was she beginning to feel how lonely her life had been as she sought her place in the world.

Her companions paws thrummed the ground with proven strength, and as he caught up to the pale dove and initiated a playful nip to her flank, she could feel the shiver of delight course along her spine.

His size was taken in careful consideration, and in an attempt to keep a step ahead of him, the she-wolf darted aside just enough from his touch that as she halted her swift pace to a stand still, the large male would not collide into her. Gleaming eyes remained upon him as her nose tilted upward, testing the air and his scent once more, waiting to see what her pack mate initiated next.

thorn could anticipate many things, but he was not ready for the she-wolf to suddenly halt in her tracks. like a train loosened from its tracks, thorn went tearing past, careening as a victim by his own mighty momentum.

it took several feet before his balance was regained, and he spun around, shooting a playful yet accusatory glance towards the female that had nimbly outwitted and outmaneuvered him. placing both thick paws in front of him, thorn arched his spine in a lumbering play-bow, his tail waving widely above his square haunches as he dared her to come hither and make the first move.

in this way, they played for several minutes -- when at last both had their energy spent they cheerily made for the creek to sup their thirst, and perhaps plan a hunt for later.