~Run With The Pack~ Wolf Roleplay

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Lark glared daggers back at Nighta. "Come on, North. Let's get back to the densite. We're not allowed to fight without Nyx and Storm's permission." Lark's eyes told North that she would let him attack them if she could... but she didn't have the power to do so. Lark resented being just the beta sometimes; Nyx and Storm were hardly around anymore, and she still couldn't manage the pack. Every now and then, she considered challenging them; only reason she didn't was because she was afraid of having to leave if she lost.
 
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Garron was snuggled right next to Zero's chest. Zero licked his head, and he ducked away, muttering, "Gross." He got up, and trotted out of the den, scanning the densite with his blue-hazel eyes. He was looking for Hallie and Trista; he wanted to start some trouble.
 
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Faedon trudged back to the densite. Her stomach was in knots; not because of Cyan, but something else. Did I eat something bad? She'd tried to eat something to cure her nausea, but she'd just puked it right back up.
 
Larch and Collia slunk away from Stonepack's lands. They were reeking of many different scents, and were acting a bit shady.
 
( Officially can't proceed calling Willowsong that anymore. Rename: Willow. )


Willow tentatively stepped away from Cody as he dozed off, her amber eyes intent on the nearly frozen creek only paw-steps away. The moonlight blotted by an overhead tree, the white she-wolf let the glimmering ice guide her towards her destination. Taking a few more careful steps forward, she stepped to the ice. It was thin. Sticking out a paw, Willow broke the ice right in front of her. Sweeping away the shattered ice with her callused paw, the she-wolf prodded the ice further until it gave way to a fairly large hole, black water inside. Just as she was about to dip her muzzle in, her front paws slid forward. Unable to catch herself in time, Willow plunged into the icy water with a loud splash, but not before her forehead scraped against the ice.



Cody trotted out into the forest. A thin layer of snow blanketed the ground, but the ground could still be seen underneath it. The pine needles and branches were encased in covers of ice from the freezing rain last night. The sky was a brownish color from the clouds that promised more snow very soon. Cody grumbled about it under his breath, but stopped when he heard something. Something just fell in the river? He thought that it was probably just a log or something, a branch falling off a tree from all the weight of the ice. But something told him that he should check it out...
Willow's head was barely under the sheet of water, so she would have been able to get out of the freezing liquid if she wasn't in a state of unconsciousness.
 
 
Zero reached down and gave Mason a hard nip on the ear. It was enough to leave a dark red welt. "You watch yourself, pup!" she snapped. "Pups like you end up dead!"


Hunter couldn't bear to watch. He knew that Mason needed to be reprimanded, but he couldn't do it himself. These pups were the last things he had of Azar, and he was sheltering and protecting them at an unreasonable level.



Mason looked down and muttered. "Sorry Zero... Sorry Aella." Mason got off and padded over to his brother and started to play fight.

Aella looked past Zero and saw her son. She tilted her head to one side. She slightly smiled. And now she was in a gaze. Who is that He-wolf? He's so... so...    Her thoughts trailed off and she couldn't help the fact that her heart was beating as loud as eagles wings when she saw the pup.



Garron was snuggled right next to Zero's chest. Zero licked his head, and he ducked away, muttering, "Gross." He got up, and trotted out of the den, scanning the densite with his blue-hazel eyes. He was looking for Hallie and Trista; he wanted to start some trouble.
Hallie was passed out at the entrance of the den, snoozing quietly. Trista was rolling on the dirt-snow combination, shooting grimaces to her sleeping sister every now and then.
 
Faedon trudged back to the densite. Her stomach was in knots; not because of Cyan, but something else. Did I eat something bad? She'd tried to eat something to cure her nausea, but she'd just puked it right back up.
Cyan was following from about 50 yards away, watching the red she-wolf curiously.
 

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