The shaggy Russian Wolfhound walked gracefully into somebody else's territory, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. He had heard of bloodthirsty wolves. He had even heard that they lived in the valley. Once he was confident that nothing was going to eat him, he sat down. He looked in all directions once more before standing up. "I request to join this pack." He howled, then sat down and waited.

When she heard the howl, Sang looked up. Giving a wan smile to her sister and the approaching Liam, she stood and moved quickly towards its source. Spotting the Russian Wolfhound, she narrowed her golden orbs and said softly And why is it that you request to join this pack? She wasn't the alphess, but her daughter. Aaka had not been able to handle her constantly fighting family and had took off. Although it was known where she was, no one made attempts to bring her back. When the white females mind was made up, it stayed that way.

Icarus stood taller than the wolf. He knew that if she tried anything, he could kill her. That's what he was bred for, after all. He was bred for killing wolves. Or at least helping hunters kill wolves. He thought up something he could say that would let him join this wolf's pack. "As a dog originally used for killing wolves, I may be of great help during a time of war." He said confidently, though he was in a submissive posture.

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Her eyes held a faintly amused look, at least warming up her expression. She was no wolf herself, being a hybrid. Her father was tall, her mother not so much. Sang herself was in between the two. Excellent choice of words. What does one such as yourself be called? She asked, her voice changing octaves to give it a dark, yet inviting quality to it. She was good at playing her parts, was used as a spy at times if her family so needed it. Black in color, she looked nothing like either of her parents except her yellow eyes looking like Aakas. I am Sang daughter of the alpha's, Aaka and Legosa.

I'm the Stranger in the night, I stalk until Dawns Early Light

Icarus wagged his tail. At first, he thought most of the canines here would be vicious-dog eating werewolf creatures. The stories outside the valley, however, were wrong. This canine seemed nice enough. "Greetings, Sang. I am Icarus, the wolf hunter." He said, dipping his head in respect.

Her smile was faint, and faded. For now then, dear Icarus, you shall be a subordinate. When my mother returns from her....Resting, she shall give you your appointed job. She lay down now, a barked softly turning towards Sweetclover and Liam to meet the new male.

Liam came trotting to Sang, completely silent as he was wont to do. In his nine months of life, the pup had yet to say a single word, and by now his mother was wondering whether he could even speak at all. But his silence allowed him to go many places, and hear many things, that talking would never have allowed him. So he came up silently beside Sang, not wagging his tail, not making a sound, but looking up from his tiny height, looking up at Icarus and Sang.

"Thank you for accepting me into your pack." Icarus said, then looked down at Liam. "Hello. My name is Icarus. What is your name?" He said, wagging his tail in a playful way.

To this question, little Liam shook his head, though his tail wagged slightly. No, not even this curious fellow could cause the silent one to speak. Instead, he looked up to Sang, who already knew his name, and could answer that question.

As Liam didn't speak she sighed softly. He is Liam, son of Lilac Dreamer. He does not speak. She suddenly batted a paw at him, as if antagonizing him into play.

Icarus looked at Sang. "I am sorry." He said softly. "If there is anything you need me to do, just tell me."

He nodded as Sang spoke his name and the truth that he did not speak. But as she pawed at him, he dodged quickly, tail waving vigorously but not attacking back as most pups might. Indeed, he was a strange one, Liam. Instead, he looked up at her from his tiny height and cocked his head to one side, a question without words.

Icarus sighed, wagging his tail. He didn't want to be rude, but he had business elsewhere. He sighed, wagging his tail. "Well, I must go now." He said. "I will see you again soon." With that, he walked away.