Kilandra

Four furred paws swished through the tall grass, carring the lithe figure of a female wolf. Her fur blended well into the night, making her appear to be just another shadow. Her dusty silver fur was splashed with velvet black, and her left ear, tail and back paw ended with a moon white tip. The only thing that gave her away in the dark where her eyes, which were a peculiar sea green. Her nose to the ground, she easily found the pack land border. She had sniffed around many, but they were always over crowded. She wanted to start simple, with only a few wolves to get use to. She could handle more later, but every thing was so new, she wanted time to adjust. She sat back apon her haunches, and throwing back her head, she let loose an eerie howl, calling to the pack within their borders. She watched the moon above while she waited, nearly full in the star studded sky. A few black cloudes trailed across it, reminding her fondly of the color of her own fur.

Abamocho

His hackles were raised, both at the new female and the fact that his mate had disappeared. Women. What did they want from him? With a scowl, the black male halted close to Kilandra. State your reasons for being here. He hissed. He wasn't the kindest of wolves, mainly running from his bloodlines. He was, however, a fair wolf and treated everyone with the respect that they deserved.