Verita

Acute senses picked up the scent marks of a pack. A solitary female it seemed. She heard her claim hours earlier. So she was to be the Alpha? Suited her just fine, but what good was it to a leader when you lacked a pack?

Tenative steps were taken as the black Timber wolf moved with ease into the central pack lands. Her tail carried level with her back, her posture not to assertive, but not totally submissive. Her mission here was not to cause trouble, but only to gather what she needed to survive, a pack.

Many years had passed since she'd left Sparkling Creek Valley. She'd become as one with her pack, a team. When there was trouble she was there fangs beared. When the pups where hungry, she was hot on the tracks of a doe, but her flaw lied not in her character, but in her intense hatered of humans. She carred a small bounty on her head, a mere sum, but what kind of danger or advantage could ths bring to this new pack she was seeking out?

Glowing yellow-amber eyes gazed about, alert and in tune with her new surroudings. Satisfied, she tilted her head and cried a long and plaintive cry.

I'm here.

Kavida

The wolfess, new aplhess of this territory, came forth at a canter. Her banner and dial were raised high, signifying her position. In fact, she was the only one around here. She wanted to construct a good pack, but there didn't seem to be many other loners around.
"Hello," the fae spoke, coming to a halt and standing there proudly. Taking in a deep breath, she looked around. Beautiful, but the sun really got to her. "I am Kavida, alphess of these lands." she then stated, giving a nod. Hopefully a member, the first member.

Verita

Calculating yellow-amber eyes, took in the white femora before her. This was the leader. Her characterisitcs led her have the impression that the fem was an Artic wolf. In her native range, they brushed shoulders with this species every one in a while, when scarcity of food drove her old pack father north.

Her lucid and lean ebon frame bowed slightly out of respect to this alphess.

She choose her words carfully, but they moved through the air smooth as silk and intelligence.

Her final words held a twinge of sorrow, but she was quick to move on.

Upon hearing your cry, claiming this terra as your own, I saw an opportunity. I am not here to challenge your authority by any means, but seek that which any of our kind does. A pack.

Eloquent words hung out in the air, her plea made, she crown once more signaling she was finished and waited the judgement.

Kavida

At hearing the words of the unknown wolf, her once tense muscles loosened, and she gave a nod. She continued to stand strong and tall, with her banner waving high behind her. "So you heard?" she stated, raising a brow, and slowly circling around to the fae's side, looking at her. It wasn't meant for anything really, she was just testing out her new position. "You are welcome to join this pack, and I bet you already found out that no one else is here," she stated, finally taking an easy seat on her bushy haunches. There she sat, thinking. "You seem like a very exceptional wolf. Excellent." she then added, offering a keen grin. Then she waited for the fae's words.

Kivo

For some time now, the pit bull had drifted between scavenging the human city and living in the wild. His sister had found herself a mate in the form of a Shadow Lurker, Aidan. Tahirah and her blue-eyed hybrid mate were now on their second litter and living comfortably at the Ranch. With the Lurkers as mafia-like back-up in case they ever needed help.

Warrior, the determined and strong-headed brother, had fallen early in life. Caught between a fued, he died pointlessly at the fangs of Legosa.

And poor Neva... his dear sister had long since come under the hands of humans once again. The same humans Winters Night had saved her and her siblings from all those years ago. She was still alive, but now endured of life of fighting and producing as many litters as she could.

This left Kivo, the white-coated brother with his sweet temper, who had yet to land himself any sort of stability in life. On the verge of heading back to the city, his half-floppy ears perked at a familiar voice. Before his mind fully registered who it was, the dog's tail was wagging merily. His memories of Verita were scant, but he did remember her, and a familiar face was always a welcome sight to him, especially with the loss of so many he had grown to love, only to lose.

Tounge lolling from the side of his mouth, Kivo ran in the general direction of the howls, short and powerful legs pumping as fast as they could go. By the time he reached the border, his sides were heaving and his blunt jaws were sprung open as he panted heavily. But once he caught his breath, the pit bull gave a throaty 'howl', eagerly asking for permission to cross the border.

Verita

The alphess had accepted her..so it seemed. A wag of her tail barely conveyed the depth of her relife. Finally, a place to rest, a place of security.

Indeed, they were a small pack of two, but who knows? Things happen.
I'm glad I have your approval. She offered a wolfish grin as her words of jesture formed.

Her piercing chasms took in her new home. It was a fine location for a pack and the leadership here, though newly established seemed to be under good guidance.

The peace of the the woods began to settle down upon her, when thorns caught the sound of a call. Familiar? Racking her brain she tried to place this call signature...

Turning to the white leader she spoke, a gleam of excitement in her eyes...

Shall we go and inspect?
Excietment building up within her lean and athletic form.