Tempest, Whiteout

<> I'll be the one to save us all.

Colorless male turned the corner cautiously, his amber orbs absorbing the lay of the land. He was not to happy to be here, especially after the warning of that one brute Blazed. Tempest didn't quite like the way the male had ordered them not to go there, but he guessed that kind of authority came with being an alpha. His sister, Whiteout, had brought him here. Her namesake spoke perfectly of her color and both were of pure artic descent. Tempest came to a stop and looked warily back at his sister.

"Refresh my memory, Whiteout, but WHY are we here again? I would prefer to be in the wild rather than a stuffy old human infested, Hybrid ruled harem?"

Tempest had zero tolerance for the hybrids. It was not right for pure wolves to be mingling their genes with that of the lower dog blood. The mammoth artic wolf scoffed in disgust. He was willed against it, but he would give it a try, for his sister's sake.

Show me the way.

Whiteout kept her nose to the ground, storing all the scents and smells to memory. This would be a whole new adventure for her, especially because she just had do the exact opposite of what that pompous black alpha had told her not to do! She grinned her reassurance to her brother as he looked back. Together, those two were a fearsome pair when in fights. White's lithe size, high endurance, and quick feet combined with her brother's strength, size, and brains, they were unmatched in all of those aspects. Her problem, though she acts as though she has none, is her confidence, her cockiness. Whiteout is quite full of herself. Tempest, well, he isn't much for fighting for sport, unlike Whiteout, who loves it. He is quite the mediator. If he were to be compared to any two-legged, a preacher would be fitting enough.

"Shut up, Tempest. Be willing to give new things a shot! Besides, if we don't like it, we'll just go get ourselves into a pack in the wild, we'll always have a back way out, especially to the Blazed wolf's harem. He seemed intent on letting stay with him, and almost sad to hear that we were coming here. Just think, if we fit in, it's his loss!"

Whiteout had continued on, leaving her brother behind as she eagerly explored the rest of the alley. When she was in such a mood, Whiteout was not very stealthy. She wanted to be noticed, she wanted to meet this pack she'd heard so much about.

Hidden Secrets

Secret saw the two artic wolves padding down the alley way. She herself was an arctic wolf. An old on at that but she had made it good in her years. You could see all of ribs count them all if you wish. Yes, she was skinny from lack of food from her old age but she was wise. she guessed she would be dieing soon from her age or starvation. Maybe she was young but she felt old. Most likely old. She was going blind in her left eye and she knew it but she relied more on feeling the shaking of the earth when others stepped upon it, her hearing, and her sense of smell. She could tell they were arctic wolves from their smell, she could tell they were wlaking because she felt it, and they were coming closer for their voices got louder and louder the closer they got to the trashcans she lay between.

Tempest Whiteout

Show me the way.

A strange yet familiar scent caught the attention of Whiteout and she would have
walked right past had the large yet skinny form of a fellow artic wolf not been such
an odd sight for her. It was only right that this female, obviously well into her years,
should be in a pack, but here she was, alone in an alley. In her former pack, they
proudly protected and aided an old female, wise beyond the years of anyone.
Whiteout, her brother, and the entire pack treated their elder with the utmost
respect. Whiteout stopped abruptly and dipped her head politely to the elder wolf.
The aged female deserved only respect for living so long, it was a daily challenge to
survive.

"Greeting, wise one. What brings you to such a,"

Whiteout paused and looked around at the cans and garbage almost distastefully to make her point.

"..um, place?"

Whiteout glanced back at her brother, who halted by her side.

I'll be the one to save us all.

The brute was looking warily behind him, mistrust written all over his features. It
wasn't his sister that he did not trust, it was the world around his sister he
did not trust. Whiteout was not stupid, she was just very eager to do everything and
anything, most of all fighting. Tempest looked forward in alarm when he picked up
the scent his sister had just uncovered before him. He looked ahead to try and warn
Whiteout, but the bold lupa was already making conversation. Tempest quickened
his pace and was somewhat relieved to see the primed femora. The behemoth
dropped his gaze and nodded a polite greeting.

Bedazzled

Fennic fox/ wolf hybrid limp weakly into the alley. She was pretty much blind in pain. Everything was a blur as she made her way down the dark alleys. She smelt something strange, but she could have sworn this was just a ditch in the woods. But the was the edges were so smooth. It was a strange ditch.

Thinking of the ditch made her forget her leg, and she stepped on it. Instant pain shot threw her side, her face and leg burned like fire. She fell with a loud shriek. Her side hitting the could cement with her broken leg twisted in a way if shouldn't be. It had rebroken, for it was bearly healing, but in the wrong way.

Laying on the floor she began to cry. Whimpers echoeing through the alley. She was hungry, alone, and she wanted her mom.