Cooper

Cooper went barrelling through the tall grasses. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, his ears perked high. Eventually, he slowed down into a walk. He peeked over his shoulder. This did no good - the grasses were a tad too high for the young pup to see whether his mother was following him or not. Cooper sat down to catch his breath. He had escaped the eye of his mother yet again. He knew it was only a matter of time before she found him. It was his little adventure. Exploring, with no parental boundaries. He didn't have to worry about his mum freaking out if he talked to someone. The Bernese Mountain puppy stood, holding himself a little higher. This was going to be fun.

Azarel

Watch me bide my time
Before death happens later
Look back to see destruction
I promise it was me that did it
Don't look so angry
It was soul and passion
After all I am Azarel...

Azarel, the 6 week old wolf pup, lead the way infront of her brother. She carried herself high and proud. The yellow eyed fea moved easily through the grass with her small black body. She wasn't one to be bossed around unless she felt like it. No her name said it all. She was destruction and choas, and that's how she acted. She had yet to notice Cooper, but mostly likely he would see her and Demon first.

Demon a pure white brute was behind his sister. Almost her shadow as he watched protectivly over her. He could have a mean streak in himself as well, and he was the least afraid to show it. That was why he and his siblings got along so fine. Let's just say they got it from their dad's side, shall we? His mocho colored orbs looked around wondering what choas they could cause today. This was why they had snuck away from their mom. To have fun, with no boundaries just like Cooper was thinking, no?

I'm the one that's different
Yes, I destroy for the sake
Of death and destruction
Don't knock it till you try it
I may cause trouble or pain,
At least for others
Don't look like that
After all my name said it all...

Cooper

Cooper trotted through and around the patches of grass towering high. Stretching as high as he could, he could just poke his muzzle over the grasses. He sniffed, greeted by a multitude of scents. Meerkats, birds, small critters, wild cats, wild dogs. Flowers, trees, grasses, dirt. He walked around until he spotted someone ahead. He scampered closer to find the two pups.
"Hello?" Cooper stopped, his paws spread a bit, slightly unbalanced. His tail swished and his head was cocked, ears pricked.

Azrael

Azrael looked up at the voice. Her ears pricked upon her head as fangs were bared in warning. She wasn't being rude, but simply showing she was indeed no push over. Her voice was spoken cooly giving nothing away. After all this other pup was a stranger.

"Greetings, dog. I am Azrael named after the goddess of death. This is my brother Demonicale, named after demons. Who are you?" She spoke with a slight air of authority, but hey that was her way. Her yellow orbs watched the dog pup, but her black form didn't come any closer. It might seem that she was insulting him for not being a wolf, but she was simply being a tease. At least for now that is.

Demonicale nodded his head in greeting to the other brute. He wasn't as bad as his sister, but he could get there if wanted. For now he was silent to simply watch what was going on. He could get really protective over his siblings or pack if he wanted to. He was built for nothing, but brute strength. It showed as his muscles worked under his sleek coat as his large puppy form came to stand by his sibling.

Cooper

The Bernese Mountain Dog watched them carefully. They were not dogs, but wolves! Excited, his tail wagged. He had never met real wolves before. She was so formal, and not some easy fight. He bowed his head, acknowledging this.

"I am Cooper. It's a pleasure to meet you." Cooper looked them both over, such intimidating names for such small canines. But he knew they would surely grow into their names soon enough. She looked like the brains, he the brawn. Cooper, on the other hand, was built for neither. He knew he wasn't much of a fighter and still working out the kinks in his puppy brain. But as his kind, he was made to run, to flee danger and to climb the mountains and survive the harshest weathers.

"What are you guys doing all the way out here?" Cooper frowned a bit, his face a mask of curiosity as Demonicale stepped closer. The wolf pup was already bigger than he was, making him wonder how old the two were in comparison to himself.

Demonicale

Demon watched the other pup with narrowed eyes. He didn't trust or like strangers, especially other males. He was quite protective of his sister, especially since he knew how some males could be. Even if they were too young to breed yet, Demon wasn't going to be caught off hand, or shall i say paws? So when the other began to ask questions his ears went against his head. Why did they have to answer him? Bad tempered he replied coldy.

"I don't think that's any of your buisness."

"Now, now brother he simply curious. We are looking around to get to know the lands. Or to look for other wolves that might be interested in joining the pack we live with. Are you interested?"

Already her mind was working fast. New wolves meant bigger pack. Bigger pack meant they might not actually have to worry about Misery Pack. Oh yeah, they would get revenge against their so called father and his bastard pack members. Cooper wasn't too far off track when he thought they were building up to their names after all.