Harlan

The form of a canine stalked through the alleys, claws making little clicks against the hard paved walkways. The shape of this dog was quite large and muscular, shaded greatly by the large buildings. A black nose was sniffing wildly as the creature moved along, limbs rapidly swinging along, easily carrying the Rottweiler's body along. He was hungry, and a scent had brought him here, to the source. Soon, he found that source, and the sight was quite inviting to his eyes-- and appetite.
With not a single sound, the massive canine came upon a metal trashcan and quickly toppled it over with his fore legs. Snorting lightly and ignoring the loud clanking noise, he circled around to the other end and dug his maw into the trash, avoiding anything that smelled wierd or out of place. The last thing he needed was an upset stomach.
He gave a harsh yet quiet rumble as he snuffled along through the human garbage, finding a few good things, including a slice of ham, old slab of hamburger, and a half-eaten sandwich. All appealed to his taste. He decided on the ham first, and tugged it out of the fallen pile, wrestling it between his fore paws as he lowered onto his belly and began to rip at it with his scissor jaws. Life was good, with luck on his side.

K Y R A

KYRA saw the rottweiler before he saw her likely. She watched him her beryl mirrors, watched him disgust. KYRA moved forward a smirk across her face. She hit the trashcan, before her labrums opened, her voice escaping from its cage, "How's that piece of meat?” Dentals were pure sinless like her coat. Only color on her was her beryl voids and taupe pads. KYRA was composed even, in human populated areas. She never drew attention to herself, as most wolves would. She was a graceful vixen, and a dangerous one. KYRA was a manipulative vixen, and no doubt about it. She was sensible to, but do not let that fool you. KYRA also knew when to have fun, and when to be serious. An excellent hunter, KYRA was best friend. Moreover, a well fought enemy. 


WALKING THE MAZED PATH OUT OF MY HEART

Skeil

As the rest of her pack relaxed - for the most part - in the Den, Skeil drew away from the crowed with the thought of a calm walk on her mind. She loved being with her pack, but sometimes, she just needed a breath of fresh air and a bit of time to herself.

Traveling at a leisurely pace along the familiar alley ways, the white pitbull soon picked up on the voice of an unfamiliar. She stopped, floppy ears cocked and blunt nose twitching as she decyphered what scents came her way. Quickly she picked up on the odor of a second stranger; this one being a dog. And neither carrying the alarming scent of a familiar enemy.

Scarred nose to lean tail, a single glance at Skeil's well-muscled body was enough to vouch for her toughness in battle. She had fought countless fights for her pack, though she never strove to start a fued where it was not needed. And so that was not her purpose as she rounded a nearby hotel and padded slowly towards the two canines. Her tail and head were up to proclaim her dominance, but her hackles were down and her teeth well hidden. "I don't mean to interrupted, but I must ask what you two are doing here?" Skeil hoped there would be no aggression from these two, and that she could bring back a good report to Hydras and Lyckos. But all too often, it seemed that strangers took up the defensive when she questioned them.

Harlan

The Rottwelier was almost finished with the slice of ham before the wolf had even come up to him, let alone the unknown dog. This canine ate fast, 'cause you could never know when or if someone else will come up and drive you off, or steal your food. This was his, as far as he was concerned, so alertness was up even more. Even then, his breed had a tendency to over eat.
With a gruff snort, he turned his head, a light muffled growl echoing through his throat, though it was all too clear. He then relaxed a bit at seeing it was only a wolf, but wolves were wild and most meant harm. Of course, wolves always meant harm when they were in human lands. At least to Harlan's experiences. If the threat was only to humans, then he could care less. Humans had never struck him as something to like, but he didn't quite hate them either.

Not able to detect the intentions of this wolfess, he got to his paws immedietly and studdied her with a fearless gaze of dark brown eyes. "Very fab, mind you," he gruffly seemed to spat, not in the mood to have a meal interupted. It happened a lot in the human areas, though, so it'de be safe to assume that he was well used to it by now.
Then he turned his head even quicker to the other side, having heard the pitbull walk up before her voice even reached his auds. His stance was low, though his tail twinged in anticipation, the usual look of a stray. He had his mind set on protecting his rightful food, so he didn't dare leave the spot. Another trait of his breed.
"Food brought me here." he simply stated in reply to the pitbull's question, lifting his dial more. He would have never anticipated these approaches.

Sequioa

She stayed in the shadows, but she was in clear sight of Skeil. If anything went wrong, Sequioa was there. The delta of the Shadow Lurkers was calm, cool, quiet. She'd help out a friend any time.

K Y R A

KYRA heard the other dogs, and listened. Her tiara was still high, and never lowered when the other dog came. KYRA was a proud wolfess, which often got her into trouble. Moving her labia, she replied, "Just wandering.” It was that tone, of pure wolf. It was not aggressive only because a real wolf had flat tone. However, over the years it is changed, as inbreeding and dogs bred with wolves. One reason KYRA was proud. Her beryl eyes, looked over the rottweiler first, he did not want his food taken away, and the pit-bull was standing a little off, but showed a higher rank. On the other hand, was she lying? 




Fallen

She too had come to investigate, upon seeing another pure wolf her tail gave a few short wags. She was the only lurker That was pure wolf. Most of the others were either pure dog or a hybrid. She was comfortable around the canine cousins but a pure wolf was always a sight for sore eyes.

Walking up, her crimson eyes peered from a lowered head. Her tail was low, her black body tense, she was the most submissive in the pack. Her belly sunk in, unusually skinny and lean for a wolf, she weighed only seventy pounds Her head elivated for inspection, keeping it up more than normal just in case she had the wolf was a threat. She hoped not though.

She was torn by the wolf and turned to the rottwelier. He seemed slightly the bigger threat if there was any. But she was starting to assume they were here for simple chitchat at most. "I don't think they mean us trouble." She said softly in a weaker tone. Turning to her two superiors with the comment.

Domnio, Xina, Sxythe, Vandras and Chaos

Rounding the alley that happened to be occupied by the group of five canines came a pack of five wolves. Domnio in the lead, the alpha, closely followed by his sister Xina. Sxythe and Vandras flanked Xina, with Chaos bringing up the rear.

Domnio grinned as spotted Skeil, coming to a halt beside the Gamma. Hello Skeil! We we're just on our way to the Aegis Den, I've heard there's some trouble in the Valley. The alpha stopped speaking, his head turned to the Rottweiler and the Wolf. Is there a problem?

Xina smiled at Skeil, coming to a stop beside her brother.

Sxythe and Vandras stood behind the siblings, with Chaos seating himself at the edge of the alley way.

Harlan

The Rottweiler's stance suddenly lifted as all the other canines suddenly appeared, including a bunch of wolves. One was enough, but this was outrageous.
Picking up on his guard much more this time, he simply gave a gruff snort before turning back to his meal. Although there were so many others around, he had no problem with continuing what he was doing. His hackles and the fur along his back was raised, bristled and spiked like a hairbrush. He was growling lightly, very lowly, in his throat, as he lowered onto his belly once again and went to gobble up the rest of his ham. His paws were still firmly placed on the ground, and his body was tense. Very tense.

Skeil

"I don't think there is a problem here." She replied with a nod, in repliance to both Fallen and Domnio's pack. She could understand the rottie's possession of the food, although she'd have to confirm he was of no threat to her pack. And the wolf seemed just as likely of no danger to her pack. "So long as you two do not in any way bring danger or trouble to the Shadow Lurkers pack, you are free to roam these Alleyways. Anyone who carries our scent is to be left alone." She stated firmly, giving each of the strangers a hard look.

Attention shifted to Domnio next as she lowered her voice to a whisper, for these words were not intented for the ears of the two strangers, "We have struck a temporary alliance with V.estige and the Aspen Grove pack. From what we've heard from Fallen's son, Risen's pack has become very powerful. They want V.estige dead. While we're fine with letting that happen, Hydras fears Risen will turn her sights to us next. She feel it's in our best interest to keep V.estige alive, for he is apparently the roadblock between Risen's pack and us." The pit bull let her eyes drifted down a dark alleyway before going back to the wolf leader, "She hasn't asked for it yet, but I'm sure Hydras will want you ready on a moment's notice to help defend the Aspen Grove pack." With a heavy sigh, she ended her speech; until something else came to mind, "Oh! On a brighter note, she has a mate. Lyckos- the new alpha male of the Lurkers. We haven't had one of those since... well, since her father, Kamobode, was killed by the Alley pack." Skeil shook her head with a faint grin tugging at her muzzle, creacing little wrinkles in her snowy skin, "I don't think Bullet could have taken much more of her her abuse. She seems to have calmed down a great deal since Lyckos came. I don't want to jinx anything, but it looks like the Lurkers are finally seeing some better days ahead of us."

KYRA

KYRA listened, watching the pit bull talk to the wolves, she could only pick a few words up. And she knew it wasn't to her concern still. She let her finish before saying, "This might sound, foolish. But I picked a few words up, and if I'm correct...your protecting a pack? KYRA paused, watching them, ignoring the rottweiler, "If you need help, I know someone... and I might be able to help aswell." She had managed to be-friend one she-wolf who was coated as she. KYRA knew that she wouldn't be in danger... but SELAS might end up attacking one of these wolves or dogs. And then she said in a tone, that was one of warning, "Caution though... she's vicious, and if your lucky you might live... Her name is SELAS track her down, she is white with amber eyes. If you want I can help you... she won't attack me. SELAS will love a war like this.. or something like this. KYRA wasn't worried about SELAS, she knew who KYRA was and both were pure white... expect SELAS had amber eyes, not beryl.

Am I evil for believing what I do?
Am I evil for not agreeing with you?
Can't I be right and you wrong,
Maybe your weak and Im strong

I'm Aligned To; No Pack

Domnio & Pack

Domnio's ears perked as Skeil's voice dropped to a whisper. His eyes narrowed at the sound of Vestige and Risen, but apart from that his face remained neutral. He nodded after the first part of Skeil's speech. We'll stay in the alleys then.

Domnio grinned as she mentioned the new alpha male. Ah, well let's hope it stays this way! Lyckos you say? I don't think I've met him, but if Hydras likes him, Then he's got to be alright. Then he turned to Harlan and Kyra. Heed Skeil's words, For you won't only have the Shadow Lurkers after you, we'll find you too.

When the wolf mentioned some help, Domnio cocked his head. Well...You'd probably have to talk to Skeil or Hydras more about this. Since there's no problem here, We'll be on our way. See you later Skeil. The wolf smiled and turned to the Aegis Den, closely followed by the pack who each offered various good-bye's to Skeil. Then, they were gone.

Sequioa

Her eyes were on all the others as they drifted in and out once more, then she moved forth from her hiding place. Skeil...I'm heading out for a little while. Do me a favor and tell Hydras that I'm patrolling or something. But she wasn't, oh no no. Dear little Sequioa, she needed to clear her mind get these horrible thoughts out of her head. Release the past and lay it down to rest.

Skeil

The pit bull gave a nod to Domnio, and bade them a farewell in return as they filed out. And then to Sequioa as the hybrid announced her departure, "I will, and be careful." Skeil added with a slight smile, knowing that Seq probably had another agenda on her mind than patrolling.

And now to the strangers, "I have no reason to find fault with you yet, but it isn't in my position to grant alliances. We are always looking for members and allies though. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to our alphas." She informed, glancing upward in hopes of spotting one of the falcons that patrolled the area. The last thing she wanted to do was lead enemies to the Aegis Den.