Monet

Monet walked quietly through the surrounding area, her paws pressing and molding to the moist earth beneath them. A slight breeze ruffled her fur up into a raised position before it settled with the dying wind. Her tail hung neutrally behind her, having found no one in several days to assert her dominance over, so she kept it that way. Ears remained foreward and alert, knowing how dangerous the life of a lone wolf could be. Her life since birth had been devoid of paternal interference, her only male sibling had died within his first year, and her father had deserted quickly after the deed itself had been done. No matter to her though. She was on a mission to join a pack, and had been wandering for some time now. Wolves, including herself, were very social animals and needed that interaction in order to survive. While her mother and sister had proved to be social enough through her childhood, she yearned for something more.
Her body was different from most timber wolves, for she had gotten the best traits of both breeds of her parents into one, powerful body. Her coloration was that of a timber wolf, which is good because otherwise she'd have been rejected upon first sight as a dog. Her ears were slightly rounded, a trait which could have been aquired in battle but in all reality was because her mother's ears were round. Likewise, her taiil was a bit bushier, and her frame more powerful, able of hauling great weights and fighting. From her father she'd aquired a wolf's speed and agilty, along with his coat of course...making for one powerful machine.
She continued her walking, her pace slow and easy, having the endurance to keep her going for a long period of time. Her skills were highly developed for her age, which kept her well fed, an unusual trait for a loner. Her warm breath resonated into the night air, pink tounge lolling lazily out of the side of her mouth. As the breeze made a second pass at her frame, nostrils flared with the scent of a pack nearby. Ears laced back in suprise before that faded. She kept her tail at such, leaving it unchanged through her pace was more cautions. With baited breath, she lowered her nose to the ground in serach of the invisible boundary. Once she found it, she knew it would have been hard to miss, wreeking of the musky scents of the dominant pair.
With a slight wag of her tail, she lowered her frame to the ground, with slow, planned movements. Rolling to her back, she flicked her tail once as it settled immediately between her legs. Pulling her other four limbs tighter against her sloped chest, she tried to make herself as tiny and undaunting as she possibly could. She averted her eyes, respectivly to the ground behind her, and folded her ears back against her sloped skull in an act of submission rather than agression. This act exposed the jugular vein, she was offering herself up in this ultimate state of submission. She waited quietly, and with patientce for the alpha's to notice her existance. Just as they would make judgements of her, she too would make judgements on them. But for now, she listened to the slight cooing of birds, while the uncomfortable process of waiting began.

Shadow

Ashen fem watched. Her yellow eyes stuck out most, like a light in the darkness of night. Her muscles tensed, as the sheen of the sun defined them. Her coat was very bright and a brilliantly dark black, perhaps the darkest shade of black. She raised on her long haunches. Her thorns pricked, where was the alpha? She'd not seen him until he had left. Well, she didnt see the sense of keeping the lupine waiting. Her legs went into a large stride, as she trotted towards the other lupine.

:: The alpha has not been seen for awhile, not by me atleast. I am Shadow. I am new aswell - sort of.::

She lowered her hind haunches into the sitting position.