Post by helaku on Jan 1, 2010 17:46:02 GMT -5
Rowtag - Male Wolf/Dog Pup
Wanageeska - Male Adolescent Wolf
Wanageeska slowly walked among the thick fog, these lands unusual to him, but in the direction that was said to be that belonging to his objective. His order had been to maintain a low profile, as typical with the Order. Little scent and little sound, that was the way. Wan's ears remained erect. Most of his life, though young, he lived among unstable packs, and other creatures of the great forests far from this place. Too quiet, too peaceful were these grounds. He had been without contact of anyone for weeks, but that was the way when crossing the expanse. There were markers, yes, of someone whom owned this land but it was someone with whom he was not familiar. No matter--his kind roamed where they wished for all the land under Lunai was open territory. Others merely borrowed it.
The markings throughout this area were only just noticed by Rowtag as he got closer to the den site of the Ute pack in the hill to the northeast. His encounter with Vincent had left him clueless as to knowing that he was still in his mother's land, since the scent mark was so old. With a heavy sigh, the disgruntled hybrid youth picked up his head in a snap, the hairs on his back raising slightly as he /did/ catch scent of something else. The pup wasn't a threat to anyone, no matter how much he may have thought he was. Still, his nose wrinkled a bit as he prepared to be ready to either growl not-so-menacingly, or just run away.
Wanageeska's half-closed his eyes, sniffing the air for a hint of anything that may be ahead of him. Intuition served him well...someone else was here, he felt it. Young. Male, canid. His white eyes closed entirely and he promptly froze in place. For all he knew, the presence of a youth meant one of three things: 1. Lost. 2. The adults were not far behind. 3. Diversion for an ambush. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves and creaking the trees, but the fog itself didn't bother to lift. His unusually long ears turned, listening for anyone whom might try sneak behind him, but nothing. Again, he resumed, head low, ready for anything, even rabid pups.
Aside from missing out on his father's presence, if this is where the male Alsatian tended to keep himself most of the time, Rowtag figured that he wouldn't lose much from staying clear of this area. Now that he was at the brink of another possible threat, the frightened young pup didn't much -want- to come back. The mist only added to it's creepy aura, and he thought that he caught a glimpse of something white in the background. A soft growl came from the hybrid, and his muscles began to shiver, though he took a step forward and was better after that. His tail curled inward, but he had control over his fear. The pup kept on walking forward, his head low as well, hoping to just avoid whatever it was that was out there.
Wanageeska's ears shot forward at the sound of the growl. A mistake, truly, giving away position like that. Wan stood still, eyes forward at whomever lay in the fog. Charging would be a mistake, sitting would be a mistake and Wan was not about making mistakes as all wolves of his nature were. The only response he had for this youth was silence. He would wait until eye contact before making any sort of sound. His eyes eyes didn't blink, ever-staring into the fog, ears reversed should anyone be behind him. An open, blunt threat had its horrors, but so too did waiting when immersed in blindness.
Rowtag hadn't meant to threaten anyone. In fact, his growl was more or less a raspy sort of whine. Brave though he was, the pup had a weakness in showing when he was uncomfortable. A behavior probably brought on by seeking attention in the den with his brother and sister. Still oblivious to the nature of the .. whatever it was in the fog, Rowtag's bravery only lasted so long. With Vincent, he was told right away that he was in no danger. This time, things just got quiet. Silent, in fact. Standing there with his ears low and his tail curling between his legs, the dark youth quickened his pace once more to a sprint, though he did good to keep his -voice- quiet this time.
Wanageeska's eyes narrowed. It sounded as if it were coming towards him, this young creature. Still, he didn't make a sound, as doing so would most likely frighten whoever it was away. Wan decided...to sit right where he was and wait for this unknown to make himself present. How that youth would react to his staring white eyes and stoic face was another question entirely.
Still, the silence. It'd washed away any sense of bravery and Rowtag became little more than a newborn seperated from his mother's pack. His pace quickened, and his breath increased, the vision of the stoic but still young -other- wolf like something out of a nightmare. Freezing in his tracks from his fear, as if he was in a bad dream or something, Rowtag's head lifted and he did what he thought would be the safe option.. and get the pack here to protect him if he couldn't run away in time. If nothing else, it -might- scare the other off. With much breath behind it, Rowtag let out the loudest howl he could muster, and it wasn't even that loud. The prospect of it reaching even the hill, that was such a short distance off, was unlikely.
Wanageeska breathed. That would surely attract an adult, a sound like that. At this, he slowly stood and moved towards the sound of the pup, convinced that it was certaintly, a lost pup. At last, Wan spoke with a voice reserved tone. "I do not understand why parents insist a pup pine for its caretakers when the cry would also attract threats," he said. "You do not know what lies in the fog, and still you howl."
This character was much less sociable than his father, he assumed. Rowtag's hackles bristle once again at the sight of the other wolf, his instincts kicking in a bit late as he tended to do things in the opposite manner of which he should. Lowering his head and ears, he turned to face the wolf, and growled again. "L-leave me alone.." he said lowly, though with a twinge of fear in his voice.
Wanageeska looked straight into Rowtag's face, himself a wolf rather reserved like someone he might know. Wan watched, slightly tilting his head at this brave, yet fear-struck pup. He was too young to be threatening, but bold enough. "So," he said, "you'd rather be by yourself in this fog than have an older creature that could be your only safety?" Wan wasn't going to argue with the pup. If the youth wanted this so badly, then he wouldn't deny it. "If that is your wish, then I shall walk right by on my way."
It was hard for Rowtag to muster his courage back up, but he did. This wolf was older than him, but not by too much. He wasn't an adult, anyway. Another growl was given, and the stubborn wolfdog lowered his head some more and took another step back. "I don't need your help.. I know how to get back home from here." He said in a voice that had a likeness to arrogance.
Wanageeska had intended to continue walking past the pup, but instead he stopped and peered at him with a certain stern expression. His ears remained upright, and tail likewise. He moved about so that it happened the Sun on his shoulder witht he Moon was apparently visible, though he didn't intend to show it off. "Do you?" he said. "Yet you show all the signs of one whom might be lost."
The marking on the other wolf's shoulder looked familiar to him, but that was all. Mother hadn't gotten around to telling him any of the mythical Ute stories just yet, and so the Sun had little impact on Rowtag than a mere quirk of his head. Otherwise, he stayed the same. "I just didn't know who you were.. I know how to get home!" Was this wolf questioning him? Even though he was very young, it was almost like a taunt, and Rowtag didn't appreciate being taunted. "I got here all by myself, and I can get back all by myself."
Wanageeska stopped and continued to stare at Rowtag. This little pup didn't seem too eager to get home, being so talkative. "If you the way home, then why do you not go?" he said. "Instead, you remain here, discussing the matter with a wolf whom is not of your pack." What a curious creature...he should be moving on, but this pup's doggish resolve intrigued him.
The wolf had a point. He was just dawdling. In fact, the longer that he stayed here and had a psuedo-argument with this male, the more likely it'd be that he would get into some trouble with any of the members of the pack that knew him. Wandering off wasn't a popular pasttime with them, apparently. Taking more steps back, the black pup turned around without a word, but did growl one more time before taking off into a sprint back towards the hill.
Wanageeska watched the young pup finally decide to go home, where ever that may be. At least the pup was on his way home, and not still arguing with him. For now, he sat in the fog, and closed his eyes. Where to head to from here? If he kept heading, he may run too far. They said the distance was about as much as he had walked. Soon, he was sure to find out.
Wanageeska - Male Adolescent Wolf
Wanageeska slowly walked among the thick fog, these lands unusual to him, but in the direction that was said to be that belonging to his objective. His order had been to maintain a low profile, as typical with the Order. Little scent and little sound, that was the way. Wan's ears remained erect. Most of his life, though young, he lived among unstable packs, and other creatures of the great forests far from this place. Too quiet, too peaceful were these grounds. He had been without contact of anyone for weeks, but that was the way when crossing the expanse. There were markers, yes, of someone whom owned this land but it was someone with whom he was not familiar. No matter--his kind roamed where they wished for all the land under Lunai was open territory. Others merely borrowed it.
The markings throughout this area were only just noticed by Rowtag as he got closer to the den site of the Ute pack in the hill to the northeast. His encounter with Vincent had left him clueless as to knowing that he was still in his mother's land, since the scent mark was so old. With a heavy sigh, the disgruntled hybrid youth picked up his head in a snap, the hairs on his back raising slightly as he /did/ catch scent of something else. The pup wasn't a threat to anyone, no matter how much he may have thought he was. Still, his nose wrinkled a bit as he prepared to be ready to either growl not-so-menacingly, or just run away.
Wanageeska's half-closed his eyes, sniffing the air for a hint of anything that may be ahead of him. Intuition served him well...someone else was here, he felt it. Young. Male, canid. His white eyes closed entirely and he promptly froze in place. For all he knew, the presence of a youth meant one of three things: 1. Lost. 2. The adults were not far behind. 3. Diversion for an ambush. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves and creaking the trees, but the fog itself didn't bother to lift. His unusually long ears turned, listening for anyone whom might try sneak behind him, but nothing. Again, he resumed, head low, ready for anything, even rabid pups.
Aside from missing out on his father's presence, if this is where the male Alsatian tended to keep himself most of the time, Rowtag figured that he wouldn't lose much from staying clear of this area. Now that he was at the brink of another possible threat, the frightened young pup didn't much -want- to come back. The mist only added to it's creepy aura, and he thought that he caught a glimpse of something white in the background. A soft growl came from the hybrid, and his muscles began to shiver, though he took a step forward and was better after that. His tail curled inward, but he had control over his fear. The pup kept on walking forward, his head low as well, hoping to just avoid whatever it was that was out there.
Wanageeska's ears shot forward at the sound of the growl. A mistake, truly, giving away position like that. Wan stood still, eyes forward at whomever lay in the fog. Charging would be a mistake, sitting would be a mistake and Wan was not about making mistakes as all wolves of his nature were. The only response he had for this youth was silence. He would wait until eye contact before making any sort of sound. His eyes eyes didn't blink, ever-staring into the fog, ears reversed should anyone be behind him. An open, blunt threat had its horrors, but so too did waiting when immersed in blindness.
Rowtag hadn't meant to threaten anyone. In fact, his growl was more or less a raspy sort of whine. Brave though he was, the pup had a weakness in showing when he was uncomfortable. A behavior probably brought on by seeking attention in the den with his brother and sister. Still oblivious to the nature of the .. whatever it was in the fog, Rowtag's bravery only lasted so long. With Vincent, he was told right away that he was in no danger. This time, things just got quiet. Silent, in fact. Standing there with his ears low and his tail curling between his legs, the dark youth quickened his pace once more to a sprint, though he did good to keep his -voice- quiet this time.
Wanageeska's eyes narrowed. It sounded as if it were coming towards him, this young creature. Still, he didn't make a sound, as doing so would most likely frighten whoever it was away. Wan decided...to sit right where he was and wait for this unknown to make himself present. How that youth would react to his staring white eyes and stoic face was another question entirely.
Still, the silence. It'd washed away any sense of bravery and Rowtag became little more than a newborn seperated from his mother's pack. His pace quickened, and his breath increased, the vision of the stoic but still young -other- wolf like something out of a nightmare. Freezing in his tracks from his fear, as if he was in a bad dream or something, Rowtag's head lifted and he did what he thought would be the safe option.. and get the pack here to protect him if he couldn't run away in time. If nothing else, it -might- scare the other off. With much breath behind it, Rowtag let out the loudest howl he could muster, and it wasn't even that loud. The prospect of it reaching even the hill, that was such a short distance off, was unlikely.
Wanageeska breathed. That would surely attract an adult, a sound like that. At this, he slowly stood and moved towards the sound of the pup, convinced that it was certaintly, a lost pup. At last, Wan spoke with a voice reserved tone. "I do not understand why parents insist a pup pine for its caretakers when the cry would also attract threats," he said. "You do not know what lies in the fog, and still you howl."
This character was much less sociable than his father, he assumed. Rowtag's hackles bristle once again at the sight of the other wolf, his instincts kicking in a bit late as he tended to do things in the opposite manner of which he should. Lowering his head and ears, he turned to face the wolf, and growled again. "L-leave me alone.." he said lowly, though with a twinge of fear in his voice.
Wanageeska looked straight into Rowtag's face, himself a wolf rather reserved like someone he might know. Wan watched, slightly tilting his head at this brave, yet fear-struck pup. He was too young to be threatening, but bold enough. "So," he said, "you'd rather be by yourself in this fog than have an older creature that could be your only safety?" Wan wasn't going to argue with the pup. If the youth wanted this so badly, then he wouldn't deny it. "If that is your wish, then I shall walk right by on my way."
It was hard for Rowtag to muster his courage back up, but he did. This wolf was older than him, but not by too much. He wasn't an adult, anyway. Another growl was given, and the stubborn wolfdog lowered his head some more and took another step back. "I don't need your help.. I know how to get back home from here." He said in a voice that had a likeness to arrogance.
Wanageeska had intended to continue walking past the pup, but instead he stopped and peered at him with a certain stern expression. His ears remained upright, and tail likewise. He moved about so that it happened the Sun on his shoulder witht he Moon was apparently visible, though he didn't intend to show it off. "Do you?" he said. "Yet you show all the signs of one whom might be lost."
The marking on the other wolf's shoulder looked familiar to him, but that was all. Mother hadn't gotten around to telling him any of the mythical Ute stories just yet, and so the Sun had little impact on Rowtag than a mere quirk of his head. Otherwise, he stayed the same. "I just didn't know who you were.. I know how to get home!" Was this wolf questioning him? Even though he was very young, it was almost like a taunt, and Rowtag didn't appreciate being taunted. "I got here all by myself, and I can get back all by myself."
Wanageeska stopped and continued to stare at Rowtag. This little pup didn't seem too eager to get home, being so talkative. "If you the way home, then why do you not go?" he said. "Instead, you remain here, discussing the matter with a wolf whom is not of your pack." What a curious creature...he should be moving on, but this pup's doggish resolve intrigued him.
The wolf had a point. He was just dawdling. In fact, the longer that he stayed here and had a psuedo-argument with this male, the more likely it'd be that he would get into some trouble with any of the members of the pack that knew him. Wandering off wasn't a popular pasttime with them, apparently. Taking more steps back, the black pup turned around without a word, but did growl one more time before taking off into a sprint back towards the hill.
Wanageeska watched the young pup finally decide to go home, where ever that may be. At least the pup was on his way home, and not still arguing with him. For now, he sat in the fog, and closed his eyes. Where to head to from here? If he kept heading, he may run too far. They said the distance was about as much as he had walked. Soon, he was sure to find out.