Swiftcurrent Creek Dirty water, poison rain
Joining  January 14, 2019, 10:58 AM
Dianne
Lone Wolves

There is no detectable Easthollow scent on her, just to be clear!

Soon after the news hit her that Greyback was now the matriarch's mate, Dianne was gone. Without a word to anyone, she slipped out of the borders. She'd done a fairly good job of avoiding him, but his crowning position would make continuing to do nearly impossible. He was in power now, which made being in that pack even less safe for her. Her plan was to scout out a new pack without officially leaving Easthollow, choosing a different direction every day to search the surrounding area. Dianne knew of Lost Creek Hollow, but it was much too close for her peace of mind — not to mention how the two packs were very familiar with each other. There was no convincing reason she could possibly give for wanting to switch from Easthollow to Lost Creek Hollow without being honest, and that was completely out of the question.

And that is what brought her to this pack's doorstep. It wasn't terribly far, but this arrangement (like the last) was meant to be temporary. It should do for now. Dianne had taken care to rid the Easthollow scent from her pelt long before she arrived, having thoroughly rolled in snow and rubbed against various trees for good measure. It'd have been easier if taking a dip weren't a death sentence at this time of year, but oh well. She tipped her head back to call out, requesting the presence of the pack's higher-ups. Then, she would wait.

Don't make me your enemy.

Dianne can be incredibly rude & insensitive.
Her thoughts & actions do not reflect my own.
January 14, 2019, 03:14 PM
Soltero
Swiftcurrent Creek
Beta
The sky was reasonably clear as Soltero ambled toward the borders, stretching his muscles after a short nap - his time was generally spent studying the waters of the creek itself, counting the populations of fish or simply observing the miniscule ecosystems that could be witnessed from above the rippling surface. If that was not eating up his days, he'd be patrolling around the fringes of the swiftcurrent claim, napping, hunting or engrossing himself in other wolfy things. 

He was beginning to become somewhat adjusted to the life of a pack, and so when the call had risen on the frigid wind, the smoky traveller had picked himself up and instinctively followed the sound, emerging from the undergrowth to meet the blue gaze of a stranger; an unfamiliar woman draped in monochrome (minus the gold flecks that glimmered in the unforgiving sunlight). Soltero's tail swayed high as he approached, though his demeanor was not aggressive - his communication skills were still not the greatest, but he was working on it, and improvements were already beginning to show. 

"What brings you to the creek?" Came the low rumble of a voice, gaze stretching out as if to search for clues. Might she be seeking a home?

I tried to write your name in the rain
But the rain never came
January 14, 2019, 05:00 PM
Dianne
Lone Wolves

It didn't take too long for a wolf to approach: a man who was also swathed in monochrome, except light touched his face instead of darkness. He held his tail high and stepped with resolution, indicating he was someone worth talking to. Dianne kept her own posture neutral and relaxed, though she was collected in a way that made her own confidence clear.

To his question, she answered, Greetings. I was interested in joining your pack, though I'd like to know more about it first. There was nothing but even coolness in her tone like the frigid water of a still pond.

Don't make me your enemy.

Dianne can be incredibly rude & insensitive.
Her thoughts & actions do not reflect my own.