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[Dutchgirl]

Dove hesitated, and then nodded. She endeavored to send out her love and hope through her steady gaze - she had no way of knowing if it worked, though.

 

[BirdNut]

"Yes," she began, looking at Squirrel, feeling guilty for possibly ruining his innocence. She continued, "There are two-legged creatures called humans that capture wolves, and I don't know where the wolves are taken to after that. You need to be careful, and never leave the borders of your pack. It's too dangerous out there to be alone."

 

[Dutchgirl]

Squirrel gazed at her and nodded slowly. He was proud to be considered old enough to know these things, but he was jolted by Nightingale's statement. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly. And then, cheering up, he lifted his head and grinned, "But you can live with us, now!" Dove nudged him without shifting her gaze from the young she-wolf.
Sandpiper stood and stepped closer to Nightingale.

 

[BirdNut]

Nightingale quietly sighed, slightly relieved to see that these wolves were not going to hurt her. "Maybe I can." Hope crossed her eyes as she looked at Squirrel again, then to Dove, then to Swan.

 

[Dutchgirl]

Sandpiper stepped from the shadows, her brown fur lowered. Her voice trembled as she asked, "H-how old are you?"

 

[BirdNut]

"One year." She replied, cocking her head to the side, curious why Sandpiper would ask.

(Sorry, I know little about wolves in that aspect... I think she'd be a teenager at 1 year of age? She's supposed to be kind of young, but not a pup.)

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Falcon watched the new wolf, her eyes guarded

 

[FireTigeris]

[waiting for character to be cleared, I'm using this as a 'bookmark' for where I've read.]

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

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[FireTigeris]

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you can start RPing, 44wolves isn't on as much as the rest of us

~~Fire"Tiger" is an old grizzled male who has five black stripes running parallel to his spine on each side.~~

They are scars, deep scars- they make it hard for him to hunt or be a warrior, but he was very strong once, perhaps an alpha in his younger days. He thinks he is either 7 or 10 winters old, but he is not sure- the fur does not grow around his neck- like he was restrained by humans somehow in the past. He hates humans and any that would hurt cubs, dog, human, wolf or bear. his muzzle and ears are turning silver with age, the rest of his fur is tan with black near the spine and in the scars.

~~He is a loner, he carries himself as an alpha until the second he smells a owned territory.~~

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He howls at the boarder until he is met. He is unsure what is going on due to all the smells here. He is waiting for a leader, or someone strong to meet him at the border

Arrroooooooooooooooo "who is here, I am here, who come to meet FireTiger?"

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