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Two pairs of eyes glinted through the leaves of a bush on the outskirts of StonePack's land, their sapphire irises eerily alike. Barely a rustle could be heard as the two forms slowly moved out of the foliage, as suddenly as they had came.
Farther east they traveled, through the extensive taiga and over several creeks. At high speed, the journey only took a matter of minutes; perhaps a little over fifteen.
A black he-wolf appeared, glancing around. A gray she-wolf was at his side, a small, pleasant smile on her muzzle. Their eyes were that familiar sapphire color; as clear as the sky stretched over the mountaintops on a sunny day.
"Here we are, Hyacinth," the black he-wolf said, shifting his gaze from the gray she-wolf and back to the massive land stretching out in front of him. "Our old territory."
"Finally," the she-wolf, Hyacinth, replied, her eyes staring intently forward. "After all these weeks of traveling. Now, let's go repair the densite."
The black he-wolf, known as Jay, nodded and briefly pressed his muzzle to his mate's cheek before falling her as she walked stately off.
The pack's densite was placed in a wide clearing, dens spread out around the alpha's rock. The alpha's rock was a gray boulder jutting out from the dirt in the middle of a clearing. Jay remembered fondly of pack meetings held there- him and his mate perched on the formation, his old pack spread out below, twitching their ears to hear whatever their alphas had to say.
Reaching the densite, Hyacinth immediately headed for the alpha den. It was a small cave made out of neatly packed boulders. The massive rocks were covered in moss on the inside, and the dirt floor was soft from all the times it had been walked on. The nest was torn, yet that could easily be fixed. In fact, a colorful male pheasant flitted around outside. It barely saw the streak of gray race towards it, and it was too late to react; its feathers were already being used to line the new nest, along with tender, dark green moss.
"Ready to go on a hunt?" Jay asked, wagging his tail like a pup once Hyacinth was finished. "A deer pelt for the den would be nice."
"Yes," Hyacinth nodded, pelting towards the nearby forest.
"There's one!" Jay hissed after several minutes of wandering. Indeed, there was a plump young doe nearly twenty-five yards away, as content as one could be. Pelting forward, the two wolves lunged as the doe attempted to retreat. Hyacinth gripped a leg in her jaws as Jay quickly snapped his fangs around the other. After several minutes wasted by trying to break free, the doe finally weakened and plunged to the ground. Leaping forward, Jay quickly tore out its windpipe and, with Hyacinth's help, began to tear the pelt off the carcass, careful to be as precise as possible. Soon after, the two wolves dragged the light brown pelt towards the alpha den and rolled it out. The afternoon sun spread its rays to the entrance of the den, illuminating the precise, pure-white spots on the pelt.
"Perfect," Hyacinth said proudly, and pelted towards the site where they had brought down the deer, Jay by her side.
SummitPack was back.
Farther east they traveled, through the extensive taiga and over several creeks. At high speed, the journey only took a matter of minutes; perhaps a little over fifteen.
A black he-wolf appeared, glancing around. A gray she-wolf was at his side, a small, pleasant smile on her muzzle. Their eyes were that familiar sapphire color; as clear as the sky stretched over the mountaintops on a sunny day.
"Here we are, Hyacinth," the black he-wolf said, shifting his gaze from the gray she-wolf and back to the massive land stretching out in front of him. "Our old territory."
"Finally," the she-wolf, Hyacinth, replied, her eyes staring intently forward. "After all these weeks of traveling. Now, let's go repair the densite."
The black he-wolf, known as Jay, nodded and briefly pressed his muzzle to his mate's cheek before falling her as she walked stately off.
The pack's densite was placed in a wide clearing, dens spread out around the alpha's rock. The alpha's rock was a gray boulder jutting out from the dirt in the middle of a clearing. Jay remembered fondly of pack meetings held there- him and his mate perched on the formation, his old pack spread out below, twitching their ears to hear whatever their alphas had to say.
Reaching the densite, Hyacinth immediately headed for the alpha den. It was a small cave made out of neatly packed boulders. The massive rocks were covered in moss on the inside, and the dirt floor was soft from all the times it had been walked on. The nest was torn, yet that could easily be fixed. In fact, a colorful male pheasant flitted around outside. It barely saw the streak of gray race towards it, and it was too late to react; its feathers were already being used to line the new nest, along with tender, dark green moss.
"Ready to go on a hunt?" Jay asked, wagging his tail like a pup once Hyacinth was finished. "A deer pelt for the den would be nice."
"Yes," Hyacinth nodded, pelting towards the nearby forest.
"There's one!" Jay hissed after several minutes of wandering. Indeed, there was a plump young doe nearly twenty-five yards away, as content as one could be. Pelting forward, the two wolves lunged as the doe attempted to retreat. Hyacinth gripped a leg in her jaws as Jay quickly snapped his fangs around the other. After several minutes wasted by trying to break free, the doe finally weakened and plunged to the ground. Leaping forward, Jay quickly tore out its windpipe and, with Hyacinth's help, began to tear the pelt off the carcass, careful to be as precise as possible. Soon after, the two wolves dragged the light brown pelt towards the alpha den and rolled it out. The afternoon sun spread its rays to the entrance of the den, illuminating the precise, pure-white spots on the pelt.
"Perfect," Hyacinth said proudly, and pelted towards the site where they had brought down the deer, Jay by her side.
SummitPack was back.
