His weightless looking figure moved through the woods. His yellow eyes scanned the lands he was a slender wolf. He weighs at 115 lbs. CINDER looked up at the sky, between the trees; it was a clear blue sky, with no clouds. The snow seemed to be melting away, and CINDER will soon blend in with the terrain again. His Smokey gray coat was hard to spot in the forest but in snow, he could be easily spotted. CINDER shoke his head, his pads lifted off the ground, and landed again. He moved faster now, he jumped up and onto a log, overlooking a small clearing. He jumped down again, all this time CINDER was silent. CINDER had noticed the larger packs; he stayed away from them, as they opposed to be a threat. Though this pack might be a threat, he was better off here. CINDER slowed his pace down, as his nose smelt stronger scent of other wolves. He hesitated, before attentively moving forward, his head be lowered. CINDER moved into the brush, where snow melted more and he blended in better. The air was still, and even if their was a breeze he was downwind. CINDER stood in his safety he was hidden, now. Almost invisible, he did not see any wolves, so went on slowly. His breathing was soft and his heartbeat was all he could hear, other than the forest. CINDER was in another clearing, wolves had been recently here and their stench was still strong. CINDER raised his muzzle to the sky, and his call echoed through out the valley. It was a call of claimance, or a call to challenge the leader. CINDER was a worthy opponent and hopefully so was the leader

They Don't Know How Misery Loves Me

A little bird had been darting between all of the terrain of the Shadow Haunters when the call of claimance was placed on their land. Quickly the bird manuvered and landed quite near the wolf in a ruffle of feathers. The Egyptian plover almost seemed to growl as burning eyes beheld the wolf. "You da'e call a challenge on a lan' while the lea' is a' war! You cowar'." she hissed in her stronger accent. Glaring deeply at the wolf. Then chuckled a bit. "If ya 'ave any sense in ya you woul' turn you' bu'' righ' aroun' an' leave you woul'." Her feathers flurried again. "When they a'e done wi' the deer's they'll be righ' on their way ta kick ya in you' li'l 'ind end." Now was her smiled as the little psychotic bird sat. All of the Haunters would come and fight for the land if he chose to army against them. Though many were being injured, Shattered was doing quite fine amongst the stags. If need be, they would get all 20+ killers here to let the brute know who's boss.