~Run With The Pack~ Wolf Roleplay

Magpie was lurking outside of Hunter's den, a worried expression on the blue/gray-and-amber she-wolf's face; an odd expression for this one in particular, and everyone knew it.
After several minutes of pacing, she put her tail between her hind legs and poked her muzzle into the den. "Can I do anything to help?" she asked, her question mostly aimed towards Hunter.
 
Magpie was lurking outside of Hunter's den, a worried expression on the blue/gray-and-amber she-wolf's face; an odd expression for this one in particular, and everyone knew it.
After several minutes of pacing, she put her tail between her hind legs and poked her muzzle into the den. "Can I do anything to help?" she asked, her question mostly aimed towards Hunter.
( Owl. )
 
( 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.
( Owl. )
 
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.


North shared her thoughts, he wanted so bad to be alpha, but as a lowly pack mate he didn't stand a chance, his ears fell and he turned his back in Nighta's Snickers and growls. He padded up the hill until they were out if sight of Nighta and he slumped to the ground, sobs clenching his throat and ricing his body, "west can't be dead." He howled quietly.
 
Wildfire pelted toward the StonePack/PinePack border, a smug smile dancing across his muzzle.

Unbeknownst to the black he-wolf, his daughter, Hallie, had woken up from her slumber and was pelting after him.
 

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