Haunted Wood Inside my heart feelin' the Inferno!
All Welcome  November 04, 2019, 04:47 PM
Clay
Nightwalkers
Whelp
SETTING:
Weather: sunny
Cool
Midday

TERRITORY: Haunted Wood

TAGS: @Serem

He had been hesitant to leave Valour's side after the pit incident, fearful of what would become of him if left alone with the other wolves. At nights he would sleep outside his friend's den, in the day he would trail along the pawprints left, at evening he would play with the boy. But as the days stretched on Clay began to feel a tad guilty for his clinginess.

But could guilt overrun the feeling of fear?

Apparently yes. For clay, at least.

He had slipped away from the boy this time, promising himself it would only be for a few hours as he went to go explore on his own. He kept a considerable distance from the others of the pack, actively avoiding them at the sight or sound. However, he came face to face with a figure today. One he had not met before. She was tall, dark, and carried the scent of the pack. It put the boy on edge, but he wondered if she would be nicer since she was female. Maybe he could find entertainment in her company.

He slowly walked up to her, hesitant with his head bowed low and tongue licking his lips. "Ma'am?" he called tentatively, bent tail wagging slowly behind him. "What is your name?"
November 04, 2019, 04:53 PM
Serem
Nightwalkers
Consort
These days she kept to the borders and watched out for any damage that the tremors could have caused. Serem kept herself fed and put the remainders into the cache for the others. 

She was caught off guard a little bit when the young wolf approached her. She had heard of vengeance taking on a new ward and she looked down at him and gave a soft smile at his manners. At least he wasn't like hela all snippy and stuff. "I am serem, and who may you be?" She asked in return.
November 04, 2019, 05:03 PM
Clay
Nightwalkers
Whelp
Clay perked his ears as the woman turned around and offered a smile. He smiled back at her, it was only right to. "I'm Clay," He responded, straightening up a bit to no longer be cowering. He was glad she seemed nice, pleasant. The only other female he had met was Hela, and she pushed him down into the pit to be eaten by the 'Pit Wolves.'

"Would my company burden you, ma'am?" He asked whilst taking a step closer to see what she was doing before he arrived. She had given him her name, but Clay saw no use in using it if they weren't close. Thus he continued referring to her as politely as he could while stepping closer to peer around her leg. The boy could see nothing at her paws, but the smell of kill was present. Had she recently gotten something to eat?

He shifted closer, hesitantly sniffing at the air in earnest. Truth be told, the boy was quite hungry. Prey had gotten scarce, and he didn't eat much due  to his small size and stature among the pack.
November 04, 2019, 05:48 PM
Serem
Nightwalkers
Consort
He seemed like a good kind and he was a bit different from the rest and she gave a soft expression. "I don't see why it would." She tucked his name away for the future. "I was just doing a short patrol." she stated simply.

He seamed to be smelling the air perhaps it was just her he was smelling but she didn't know for certain. "You seem to be looking for something?" She questioned.

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November 08, 2019, 01:13 PM
Clay
Nightwalkers
Whelp
A patrol? Clay distantly remembered his father doing such a thing. The patriarch would get up before the sun touched the horizon and return just as it was. Clay was curious as to why he would do such a thing—Serem too. He tipped his head, looking down and puffing his cheeks up as he thought. "A patrol? Why do we patrol?"

He fell into her foot-falls, his own paws pattering after hers. For ever step she took the boy had to take at least two just to catch up. When she asked about the smell he sheepishly looked away. "Nothing! I was just... smelling."