Exodus stood watching the pack. The scent of her own blood thick in the air. As a fae with a strong build and fur the color of the darkness she stood out quite easily. Her wounds were opened, blood seeped out and rained down on to the forest floor. A growl emmited from her chest in attempt to shake off the pain. Her cold gunmetal grey eyes locked on to the wolves below. There was no doubt that Exodus was weak and only growing weaker as the days went by. Death was so unexpected and she began to wonder if she would live.<br /> <br /> (Is it alright if I join? This rp seemed to spike my interests)

{ uh, guys, where should I start? xD My character is Owl, a pup nearing maturity, so I don't really know where she'd be. :P }

Carrion picked up at a respectful pace and distance after his alphas. This trespasser had better have a good choice of words with his fuming parents, or hell would break loose on this seemingly innocent wolf. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor soul, the loner probably only meant to just grab the Alpha male's attention. A big mistake on the loner's part in scaring away their needed dinner, now he'd have to have an extremely good reason for stepping over the lines of his home.<br /> <br /> Carrion was very well familiar with Grim's threatening run, it was no laughing matter when his dad had that snarl on his face. The young male wolf quickly caught up to Ena, a wolf he held high respects for. He was always fascinated with an old wolf's tales and adventures, he also took a deep respect in them, almost a higher respect for them than his leaders. <br /> <br /> The wind blowing against him, he turned his head to avoid their blows and caught the snarl on Ena's face. Shivering, he wished the best for the loner.

Ena looked up as a howl rent the air, shattering the peace and sending the herd bolting in panic. The old wolf felt a snarl curling her lips and she eagerly followed Thickjaw and Grim. Prey was not too hard to find but hunting it down still took coordination and persistence. Loping along behind the Alphas Ena was actually looking forward to teaching the trespasser a thing or two. A steady nagging hunger and the tension the hunt had promised to relieve intensified the need to confront this perceived threat. Picking up her pace so as not to get left behind she watched as Grim charged forward with a dangerous attitude about him.

Thickjaw tensed at the sound of the howl, then snorted in disgust as the herd bolted. She turned to face the noise, hackles bristling, tail raised aggressively. "Who dares trespass in our lands?" she snarled, shrugging her shoulders forward to indicate that her pack members should run after her mate and face the interloper - even as she herself charged after Grim with a threatening bark.

Grim's eyes suddenly snap around with a whip of his broad head, a dangerous look written across his scarred face. All the deer immediately bolt at the timbre of a long howl in the distance, their sharp hooves carrying them quickly away from the pack. They had failed the hunt before it could even truly begin, and someone was going to pay.<br /> <br /> He twists around to lunge in the opposite direction, his gaze pointed and predatory while his nostrils flare to pull in the scent of the stranger. He gives no warning call as he barrels in the young male's direction, his hackles standing stiff, scruffy tail held high in the air like a war flag. If Grim was anything, he was brutally territorial, especially against rogue males who might threaten the numbers of his pack by leading females away, or worse, trying to usurp his position as leader.

Slowly laboring to her feet Ena slowly came forward. Though she was quite long in the tooth her light build made her an excellent runner. Her position was low enough in the pack that she stayed a respectful distance from the alphas, but she was high enough that she kept in front of the new wolf that had just arrived. As they reached the heavily undergrowth she spread out away from everyone else. A big deer moved nearby and she slowed down, getting into position. Now it was just a waiting game until the alpha gave the signal to attack.

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A lonely, rather skittish male approached what seemed to be a pack's claimed territory. His brown eyes flared with a certain uncertainty as he decided whether or not to step over the exact line onto the fresh terrain or not. He held in a deep breath, and stepped onto the land, hoping what he would come across would be friendly. His black fur didn't him help him much against the brown and gray earth around. Jeb, following the unwritten rules of joining a pack, took a deep breath in and released a deep howl of greeting. He would not move, knowing it was rude to just approach the pack without being questioned first. He stepped a bit more inward the land to avoid the stench of the urine markings and took in the scents within. He could hear the faint beating of hooves, a hunting ground must be near.<br /> <br /> Jeb had never been a large wolf; his structure was a bit smaller, making his a swift runner. He had hoped he would grow bigger, but his hopes had been dashed at this point. He did have some good traits though, making up for his fragile figure; he was a great runner, fast enough to run beside the fastest elks; okay, so that wasn't completely true, but he was fast enough to outrun a couple of rabid canines he met. The canines had been on a nearby farm not too far before he ran into this forest; they must have been shy of a year old he concluded. He looked down at his sore, ripped pads and whimpered.<br /> <br /> <b>"The pack must be busy"</b> Jeb mumbled impatiently.<br /> His eyes flickered over the area once more. Might they all be hunting? No, the alpha must have heard him. He wasn't quite sure if the alpha would come, or the pack members. He hadn't been in very many packs- one to be exact- but he had been the alpha's son! That must count for something right? Anyways, that life was long behind him it seemed. Jeb sighed and awaited the pack nervously.

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Carrion moved steadily behind his mother, swiveling his ears to and fro, trying to catch any sort of sound that might escape from what would be their delicious dinner. Mother wouldn't be calling him a tail-tucker after this hunt was over. Carrion would make sure everything go as planned. His eyes flickered to the loner. <i>Hopefully</i> everything would go as planned. He swore he'd bite the head off of anyone who dare make a slip up. Of course, with Alpha's word. <br /> <br /> While searching, he saw his sister's hateful gaze to the alpha. He frowned. Carrion loved all his siblings, and he would be torn to see any fights within the family. So many wolves praying, fighting, hunting to get to the top of the ranks, to gain dominance over others. He huffed. This was going to be hard.<br /> <br /> Finally, they arrived to the trees. He held his breathe, and took caution to breathe slowly and silently. Carrion carefully dodged branches and twigs. Any sort of sound, and that deer would be running before he would be able to speak. If he messed this up, it would be the end of him and any chance of him receiving dominance over the pack. Studying the Alpha, he watched the deer eat silently and calmly, unaware of the approaching danger.

Arine looked up at her mother Thickjaw. She absolutely hated being related to her, seeing as she was nothing to her. A daughter that was only half as good as her mother because she was a Steppe wolf as well as whatever her mother was. She'd never be as good as she was. The only way she'd ever make it to the top would be with her brain. She hoped...