The ranch had probably been peaceful for the most part of this time; until now, that is. A few figures appeared along the road-- a human and four canines, all wolves-- heading for the ranch house. The human, Carter, wanted to know more about the valley, and of a special place he could maybe keep his wolves at while he lived here. He was new to the valley, and didn't know where much was. Yet he was going to find a place to stay, but was probably going to spend his life traveling the lands. After having worked in a special breeding program that obviously had to do with wolves, he knew how to make peace with the canines, and if the other canine still didn't accept him, he had his own wolves as backup for him.

He soon turned down the drive, hoping it didn't seem like he was simply trespassing, but if it did, he had a quick question and then would be out of here. As he walked along, his four wolves bounded a short ways behind him. The two females were tied together with chain on one side of him, and the two males on the opposite side. Rael and Raska snapped at each other lightly, their uniquely colored eyes surely dazzling to any human. Malcom and Reilo were moving alongside each other, panting roughly. It was a hot day out, and everyone seemed to be toasting. Carter hushed his howling and yelping canines as he approached the house, and lowered his backpack off from being thrown over his shoulder. He layed it gently by the steps, while also leaving his wolves there as well. Even though he kept them on chain leashes didn't mean they couldn't be trusted. It was just to keep track of them until he was used to this land more.

The human stepped up to the door and wrang the doorbell, and then turned his body at an angle so he could still watch the wolves. He stood patiently, hoping someone was here.

Timber heard the bickering of the approaching strangers, and was quick to investigate. As soon as he saw the human, the border collie relaxed a bit, yet still didn't let his guard down all the way. He began to bark loudly, announcing their presence to his own masters.

Martha came to the door soon after it was wrung. "Hello there." She greeted with a smile. Glancing behind Carter, she noticed the group of four wolves and her eyes went a bit wide. She could see that they were chained, and so she wasn't afraid, but their eyes... she'd never seen such a thing!

Timber left Martha to take care of the human. His duty was to see to the canines. Approaching them with a raised tail but no aggression, he looked them over with his chocolately orbs, "What brings your master here?"

Elf, the largest of the Ranch's cats, crept out beside Timber. "Check out those eyes. Reminds me of Amythest... kinda." His sister had the most striking blue-purple eyes as a kitten, but they had faded as she grew older. Elf himself had very bright blue eyes as a youngster that stood out amonst all the other cats. But they too had faded into a light yellow-gray as he matured. But these wolves... he had never seen such eyes in adults before!

Carter turned completely to face the door when it was opened, and a smile instantly formed on his features. "Hello, I'm Carter Girtru. Those wolves over there are Rael, Raska, Malcom, and Reilo," he greeted and introduced, pointing to each wolf as he said their names, "I was wondering if you knew of a place I could keep my wolves at. You see, I got them from a program... Quite obvious, though, with their eyes 'n all. Yet would you happen to know of a place that wouldn't mind keeping them for me while I get used to this valley a bit more?" he asked lightly, hoping this wasn't a bother. He didn't see why it would be, but others may think differenty. He continued to stand there, searching for something in his pockets, which actually held quite a few small items.

Raska was first to notice the dog, and her auds pricked. "I think he wants a place to drop us off at while he explores the valley some more." she replied, sitting back on her haunches like this was the start of some huge conversation.

Rael walked over to Raska and sat on her haunches. The Arctic wolf fae lowered onto her belly and began panting, watching the humans closely. She was somewhat fascinated by them, to say the least, and Carter had taken great care of them since he recieved them to be in his care. They were on his branch of the program.

Malcom and Reilo weren't so phased with the dog, but more with the cat. Malcom barked loudly at Elf, auds pricked, multicolored eyes focused intently on him and nothing but. "Cat!" he shouted lightly, sitting on his own haunches when Carter turned to hush him. He was still wound up, though.

Reilo simply padded to the faes and sat by them, looking at the Border collie. "I, am Reilo." he stated, preferring to give his name than just jump start into a conversation.

The border collie came flying around a corner and slammed into one of the wolves sending himself tumbling. With a yelp he stood and shook himself off, panting heavily. "DOGS!" He cried happily pouncing on Raska. The hyper active pup had taken up secret residence here. He tugged on Raska's ear and tried to get her up to play. "Come on!" He yipped. Suddenly a flash caught his eye from a watch on Marthas wrist and the puppy let go of Raska's ear and pounced on the reflection that her watch cast. HE barked and leaped on it trying to catch it and frustrated when he couldnt. Yes, Fly is a simple pup but behind all that hyperactivness there was a use for him in herding and being a scout for the wild wolves. In fact he was a shadow Lurker although he had not been to the alleys in ages.

Martha drew her gaze away from the aweing eyes of the wolves to look at Carter, "Nice to meet you, Carter. I'm Martha Johnson." Now she hesitated, thinking about what he had asked. They did have plenty of room out here... but she couldn't be totally sure of their safety. There was the Woodland Farm, but the Johnson family certainly didn't get along with that crazy old woman. Well, that's what they thought of her. Yet Martha was of the helpful sort, despite her animosities to certain individuals, "We'd be glad to look after your wolves here, but I'm not sure if they'd be safe. We have a lot of wild wolves and ferals that attack, you see..." The woman's words trailed off as pain flashed in her eyes. She looked away a moment before going on, "There is a Dog Pound a little west of town that would probably shelter them as well. And then... there is an old lady who lives further to the south of the Valley, who will take in any animal." She looked back to Carter now, her composure returned.

Timber watched with wide eyes as Fly came barrelling in, but he could tell that the youngster meant no harm. "Hey, who are you?" The collie barked, taking his attention from the wolves for a moment, then shaking his head and looking back to the group, "If they let you stay here, you'll have to be careful. And... hey, don't even think about it..." He warned Malcom.

Elf took a step back, his rabbit-soft fur bristling high over his back while his tail poofed out and lashed low behind him. He gave a hiss and splayed his tall, pointed ears out, "Back off, Wolf!"

Carter sighed lightly at hearing the word of the dog pound. He didn't really want his wolves being cooped up in a place like that, but it did mean that they would have enough shelter. Out here would be better for them; they could run and not worry. "Would you mind if I kept them here? Oh, and by the way, if you ever spot a young wolf pup with one blue eye and one yellow, could you call me? Here's my cell number if so," he stated, holding out a small piece of paper with numbers on it. He then waited for her answer, hoping she could help him. He would probably be outdoors more than her, though, so he'de have a much better chance of finding his pup.

Raska yelped lightly as she was jumped on and had her ear tugged by some strange little pup. She rolled over onto her side and then immedietly lifted to her paws and looked down at the dog. Her dial tilted as she stared, but then looked back at Timber. "Um, don't mind Malcom. He's just a little wild at times when it comes to some animals." she stated warily, eying him in a suspicious manner, though there really was nothing to fear.

Rael drew in a deep breath, tired and somewhat exhausted from the trip here. She lowered her dial and rested it on her forelegs, which were stretched out as far as they could go. She'de consider herself lucky if she even got a single second of dozing while she was in the presense of Malcom, and often Reilo.

A slight frown came to Malcom's features, yet his brows said otherwise as they furrowed. He made a gruff noise and sat tall, staring down at the cat. "This Wolf has a name, thank you for noticing." he stated simply, losing the urge to be active now. This cat was no fun. Most others would turn tail and run off without looking back, fur bristled with snarls erupting. But this one didn't do much of that stuff.

Reilo listened intently to the small conversation, wondering what would become of the group in the future. He sighed lightly, looking back over to Carter, wondering if this would be the place they were going to stay at for the time being.

She took the peice of paper, "Sure, of course. As long as they aren't for chasing livestock, they should be fine here for a while." Martha assured, seeing that Timber was getting along with them at least. "If you need help with anything, feel free to ask."

Timber relaxed once he found Malcom was no threat to Elf. "I see. Well, no harm done." The collie couldn't compain; he had chased the farm cats around when he was a youngster; ah, the good old days... of course, those were just kittens. The adult toms were a whole nother story.

Elf sat back on his haunches, tail lashing about behind him, "Oh, I guess I didn't bother to notice." His tone lowered to a rumble.

Timber sighed and shook his head, trying to draw the attention away from Elf. "I'm sure you'll be able to stay here. There's plenty of room. You'll just have to keep your eye out for the wild wolves... and not chase any livestock."

The borzoi wolf mixed watched the humans. She had been here since a pup but was always away from the real humans. She walked slowly up to the group. Head down and tail between her legs, She turned to the new wolves. "Hello, m-my name is R-Runi... And you are?" She hadn't ment to butt in. Her mind was so lost after her brother's death now. She was bearly hanging onto a few of the words they said.

Quietly she fell to a laying position. A large limp was in her leg from a recovering break. Dustdevil left his number in her mind, and it was a painful one. She had rememberd Timber's words to watch out for wild wolves. "Watch out for wild horses also. They are stronger and heavier than wolves are." she sighed and looked up to Carter, blue eyes staring gently to his features, then switched to look at Martha.

The gathering soon caught the honey-colored lady's attention, and she came to stand near Martha, a soft smile given to Timber. They were old friends now, with many battles and blood to seal the pact. He deserved a smile.

She noted poor little lonely Runi, and turned soft eyes on her, knowing the sweet mix was unhappy, but not knowing the specific cause. She made a mental note to find out later and turned her gaze to the human and his companions, studying them closely. Obviously, Martha was at ease with these newcomers, but out of habit, the copper faery checked them out anyway.

The black wolf pup, about nine months old now, moved closer and closer to the Ranch. She knew these humans hated wolves. So here she was. She moved closer and closer, and still closer until she was a few mere yards from the front porch. She gave a loud bark and stared hard at the woman. Kill me she thought. Sorrow lie in the young adolescents eyes as she stared at Martha. I just want to die A sob wracked the females body and she shuddered trying to remain strong. Yukon had died in the line of battle, and although killing yourself was a sin, Hidden wanted to do it.

The grieving hybrid looked up Rihanne and nodded to her in greeting. Then turned depressed eyes toward Hidden as she came forth. When the other said she wished to die, all Runi could say was "Same here..." He lowered her head onto thin legs. Long snout burried in the short grass. She didn't even attempt to go after Hidden. Only if the fea were to go after Martha or the others would she hit high gear to go after them.