Blacksong

Blacksong had come here to catch a rabbit or two to compy his father's wishes. Simply to get away from pack life for a bit as well. The new arrivals were still getting used to the place, and everyone was on edge trying to learn where they stood. It was a little annoying honestly, so Blacksong decided to take a break from the pressure. He had told his father where he was going, and Gold had simply asked for Blacksong to bring a snack or so back for his mother to eat. So this was why he was hunting a rabbit, simply to get it done with first before he rested in peace. The place was crawling with rabbits, so it shouldn't of been too hard to find one to catch. Just as he thought this he caught wind of one, and than he made his move, creeping toward it. A adult brown one, who was trying to dig up some roots. It had been so busy digging, that it hadn't noticed the predator until it was nearly upon him. Blacksong charged at the last minute possible. Taking the right turn as it did corectly, and sinking his teeth in, soon the chase was over before it hardly began. Picking up his prize he made his way to a tree, to rest under. His body barely panting, but he was still young at adult teen, and not completely used to the stama, so he was a little out of breath. Sitting down he began to clean the blood from his paws and maw. Blacksong was nearly all white like his grandfather, Windsong, his eyes are gold. The only different between him and Windsong was that he was shorter and lighter, but very strong. He was almost at his full weight 125 lbs and height 36 inches.

Lux; Foyle; Astra

Lux and Foyle had become close to Astra, in a sister/brother sort of way. They knew the war was coming soon, and they had a wild idea to try to find more allies. They needed all the help they could get now. Lux was the first to smell a strange scent. It was a wolf, as well as a rabbit and blood. The mutt looked back at his companions, motioning for them to stay there. He then began slowly and quietly walking forward, in case this canine wasn't friendly. "Hello?" He called simply and clearly. Hopefully, this wolf was friendly.

Blacksong

Blacksong stopped in his cleaning when he heard a unfamiliar voice. Normally he would of assumed they were talking to someone else, but his senses told him they were near. The mostly white wolf looked up giving a shy smile to the strangers. He didn't know who they were, so he decided to be polite. His father's home had no enemies yet that he knew of or allies. He spoke up his voice polite. "Hi. I'm Blacksong, son of Gold and Orthen, grandson of Kia and Windsong. May I ask who you are?" His father had always taught his siblings to recite their heritage. He never knew if he would run into someone who was intending to hurt him, that might be on good sides with his family. It could save him. Now he waited for a reply, remaining sitting, but watchful.