Post by meery on Jun 27, 2006 1:22:39 GMT -5
For all those interested in the new pack, here's a bit of what happend this evening.
Woodland Clearing
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The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
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[East] to Dense Undergrowth [North] to the Woods
[Northeast] to the Forest [Northwest] to the Glade
[South] to Rocky Soil [Southeast] to a Fallen Log
[Southwest] to the Fir Trees [West] to an Old Chestnut Tree
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[NEW] Uileos
[LRP] RedMoon
[IC] Rook
[OOC] Smoke
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The smell of wolf is strong here, but there's no conglomerate, no sense of -pack-. Nevertheless, Uileos is cautious as he pads along. The night is cool and clear, the moon riding low and full in the sky, gibbous. A good night to run in, he feels, but-- he's not in the mood. Too cautious. It'd be bad news to be cavorting about like a pup and smack into some annoyed local. He huffs brief amusement at the thought, his steps quickening a little, traitorous, as the scent of something small and furry brushes his nose.
RedMoon's tail is slunk, giving indication she's a wandering lonewolf, though she seems fit to contend for beta or even alpha female status. She looks pretty close to prime age, not just starting out. Ofactory inclined beings would catch the scent of several recent rabbit-kills on her, giving indication she's having no trouble fending for herself and is well fit. She pauses abruptly at the edge of the clearing, her ears perked and swivelling slowly like radar turrets to listen for whatever's about whilst, simultaneously, raises her muzzle to sniff the air. Her ears pick up the trace first of Uileos, and she tries sniffing in his direction, but the breeze carries his scent in a different direction. Her ears perk erectly and she stares at him studyingly. Was he alone, or in a pack? His demeanor seemed to suggest a lonewolf, but she wasn't sure, though her nose had not alerted her to any territorial markers.
Asleep with her head upon her paws, Smoke dozes comfortably, her ears ever so alert subconscienously for her own safety if anything. The female wolf lays just under the shade of the trees near the edge of the clearing, another female near by it seems, with a younger adolescent present as well. Not a pack, but the startings of one, small may it be, but the sound and smell of others arriing bring Smoke to full alertness rather quickly. Lifting her head from her paws and looking around until she spots the others, instantly on her paws with her tail rising and a low growl escaping her muzzle.
Rook is present, but barely visible. Asleep in the shadow of a tree near the edge of clearing, not very near to the approaching wolves, not yet anyway. He's awoken on the sense that something is not right, and that he isn't alone. The dark wolf's eyes flicker open, and he stares out into the clearing before him. Squinting, Rook attempts to pick out the others. He notices Smoke, but doesn't see anybody else until he's stood up. And then he catches sight of RedMoon. Would he be in trouble? Did Storm bother to tell anybody else of his staying here? The young wolf stands his ground, trying to keep quiet and below notice.
-- And a good thing he -didn't- opt for such youthful foolishness, isn't it, because it's shortly that Uileos becomes aware that he is not alone, and a moment after that comes that low growl. His own lips lift, his ears twitching-- his responding snarl is defensive.
RedMoon's hackles raise at the sudden awakening and growling from Smoke, near to her. RedMoon lowers her head defensively, eyeing the other shewolf and attempting to determine her intention, standing and demeanor. She curls her own lips ever so slightly, but stops shy of returning Smoke's growl. Her ears pick up the fourth wolf, a yearling, as he stirs farther away than Smoke but not as far as the first wolf she detected. The other shewolf and the younger adolescent seem the most 'homed' here, but given both were sleeping outside of any territorial markers, RedMoon is unconvinced a pack is present -- though this encounter with several wolves simultaneously was a bit coincidental. She arches her muzzle to howl out a short-range, higher-pitched general "Who are you?" howl, mostly directed at the other shewolf, followed momentarily by a holw of "My name is RedMoon, and I am alone."
Taking a few steps towards the two strange wolves, mainly Redmoon and Uileos, she eyes them both carefully. She's caught Rook's scent upon Storm so even if they haven't met she's sure he's known. These two new wolves she hasn't caught their scent before and is startled, she hates being woken up in such a manner and tends to be in a bad mannerism at first. "I'm Smoke...Storm sleeps over there, we have another young one running around. No, pack as of yet but that is being remedied soon enough." Abit tired of explaining things so often she finds it best to head off such questions with a straight across answer. Her golden gaze rounds to the male, her growl having long since ceased but is wary either way, "And you are?"
Good, he was left alone. At least for now. With only the slightest bit more courage, the young wolf moves several steps from his hiding place. Or, what he thought was his hiding place. It didn't really keep him that well hidden, to tell the truth. But that's moot now. Without saying anything still, Rook studies the two strangers. They both look rather intimidating, although the adolescent has a habit of seeing anybody in that light. But he does have a right to be cautious.
The howl makes Uileos startle, his hackles rising-- it's too close, hostile or no. At any rate, however, there's the problem of this other female-- he's caught -that- smell before, here. "Ahah, you've answered -my- question, then. I can't be blamed for trespassing, then, if there's no group to trespass 'pon, just yet." Speaking quickly, his gaze direct, though not -quite- meeting Smoke's for longer than a few seconds at a time. RedMoon goes not ignored but simply unremarked upon. "I am Uileos, then, Wolf."
RedMoon defensively stands her ground, wary of the other shewolf's annoyed demeanor. If this was just a random coincidence, then perhaps this gathering was Luna's work. She takes note of the silent yearling. There may not be an established pack, but its clear some of these wolves have been here at least a few days, Smoke seemingly chief among them. "Who is Storm?" she inquires. "And how many aspire to establish a new pack?"
Smoke gives a glance at Rook, he's been around alot lately so she is assuming he is as well, SilentPaws, Storm and herself... "I believe four in total at this point..." Tossing her head in the direction of the darker female wolf asleep, "Storm...a friend." Granted she's only been around Storm a moon or so, friend is the best description of them at the moment. Having answered RedMoon's questions first as they seemed simple enough her gaze goes to the male, "No trespassing, just startled is all, would you like it...being woken by strangers?"
"You're no family, then?" Uileos tosses in, to confirm it; his voice is bemused. "Are any among you even relatives?" he's not hostile, though his curiosity may come across as such, and now he paces forward a little, his neck stretched out, his nose working.
RedMoon feels a conflict between her desire to re-establish herself with a pack, leaning her toward bidding into applying into this new pack, and her distrust of ... friendships ... between male and female wolves who were not established alpha pack members. It would be easier if the other shewolf were more clearly better suited for alpha female -- were there an existing pack with a powerful, established alphess, this would be easiest -- or if the only other aspiring pack members were male, but life is rarely easy. Wolves are not always strong; they must fight to remain strong, and only through perseverence and surviving struggles do they remain strong. RedMoon mulls her options over for a few moments, then decisively places a paw out on the ground toward Smoke, raises her head assertively, and howls out, "I wish to enter the bidding." With no established pack, there's no authority to rule in or out bidders in establishing a pack -- but there's no one to really enforce any rules, either, which can make it a risky gamble. She looks to Uileos and woofs, "I am unrelated to any wolves in this area; I have travelled from many moons away."
Smoke looks to Uileos, her gaze lingering on him for awhile before answering she gives several thoughts in her head a once over. "No relations...unless...you are to someone around here?" Her gaze going to Rook for a moment before returning to the older male, "Many of the wolves around here have had their packs killed off, broken apart, or dying off. Take your pick, someone around here probably has the story of one, thus why we are gathering here where there is no territories chosen as of yet." A sigh is given before her gaze heads back over to RedMoon, her tail still curled over her back from her earlier awakening and stance to a possible threat. "Bidding? Whatver, your welcome to stick around, both of you. All we ask is to stay clear of the farm to the west for your own safety, and perhaps the other wolves around here. There is another male and female around, they've declared themselves alpha's of...really no one, but we haven't seen them for a long time now so we don't think them a threat."
"Phwah," the sound a puffing out of air through the lips, "no, unless my pack had some vagrant come here a generation or so ago, which I find unlikely." Uileos casts his gaze towards RedMoon, then, the look lingering for the first time at her words. Hmmph. "I think she challenges you, Wolf. Or perhaps," cheerfully playing translator, nevermind that he's as unsure as Smoke of what the other female means, "she means to try to take your mate. Whichever. -- A farm?" clicking back into confusion. He's heard of -those-. "Phwah, I shouldn't think I'd be interested. Do its creatures come -here-?"
RedMoon cocks her head. "Farm? What is a farm?" The shewolf seems to have had no encounters nor concept of human dwellings. She eyes Uileos suspiciously. "You wouldn't be accusing a shewolf of mating outside a pack, would you?" she snorts in a cleverly indirect, convoluted insulting accusation of Smoke.
Smoke gives a soft shrug of her shoulders, bluntness meaning she wishes not to indulge on her own past to strangers for the time being, she puts simply. "My mate is dead, with what was left of my pack before coming here. There is no adult male here, til now." Indicating the only mature male around is now Uileos besides the alpha of the other pack, yet their seems to be alot of females one way or another. Which temporarily leads her mind to wonder seriously if she and Storm should feel threatend some with the arrival of RedMoon. But her thoughts return to a question at hand, "Farm is a place where humans live with their...domesticated pets. Wolf-like dogs, cows, horses, easy food but the humans protect them with these...stick like things that make a loud noise...making you bleed and die eventually." Having had enough experience with farms, she stays clear.
Uileos gives RedMoon a blank look. Clever the insult may be-- too clever for -him-. "-- -Really-?" a little taken aback. How can you have a pack with no proper mates at its head? Hmmph! "Speak for yourself, Storm," something in him has relaxed at this mention of the lack of other mature males, "I heard once of a wolf who hunted horse, and they're just as unpleasant as any -normal- food."
RedMoon's hackles raise again, but this time not to any of the wolves. "Humans are in these parts?" She slumps a bit. "I've heard some ... horrible stories about their kind." Looking to Uileos, she shook her head. "Horses are nasty, I've encountered a few herds in my travels ... some of them have hooves as big as a panther's head. Unless they are feeble with youth, illness or age, they're more difficult than elk to hunt. I've never known any wolf able to take one on alone."
Smoke gives a shrug of her shoulders, for once visably relaxing and taking a seat and curling her tail around her haunch. "Perhaps you..." finding that comment best left alone with further thought. "Cows are easy." She hadn't tried a horse before, the farm she was near kept those too close to the house for her comfort in try hunting them. Giving a nod to Redmoon, "They are, that is why I ask you to stay away, we don't bother them, hopefully they won't bother us. So stay clear of their pets.." Partially spitting out the word, 'pets' as if it was dirty, having little interest in such things in general.
If anyone were to look in the spot Rook had been, they wouldn't see a thing. Perhaps he just left, or maybe he's been gone for a while now. Either way, the young wolf is now virtually absent from the vicinity.
"Are they? I shouldn't think I'd want one. Human things. Phwah." Dismissive. Relaxed or no, Uileos doesn't sit, moving instead a little closer, just enough to catch Smoke's scent, before drifting a little farther away again to nudge his nose near the ground, whuffling. "Pah; those Dogs run in packs, too, but not like -ours-." He supplies. "Where there's one, there's more. Do they often come here, then?"
RedMoon shakes her head at the word 'pet,' interpretted as a disgusting ownership perversion of an alpha-omega relationship. She adds nothing, but listens keenly, wisely aware any information these two have on a potentially grave danger is something any wolf needs to know.
"When you have nothing to eat and pups to feed...one becomes less picky on what their food is." Smoke says abit forcefully with anger flashing into her eyes, towards the male yet she allows him to take in her scent either way. Taking a moment to recompose herself, she eventually says, "A few dogs..not many that I've encountered but their scent lingers in the forest, curious no doubt." The previous bit of anger fading from her face as she gives a glance around the clearing for a moment before settling her gaze one again on you two.
"I've had a mate; I'm aware." He's short. "-- Hmmph, all right. Good to know. -Well-!" brisk, suddenly. "Good to catch your scents," mister polite, "but I must find something to fill my stomach. When I return, Smoke, I'll try to make more noisy." Uileos grins, briefly, his tongue lolling out, and turns to trot on back the way he'd come, pausing on the way to snuffle in RedMoon's direction (careful not to get too close), before he's slipped away into the treeline.
RedMoon sniffs Uileos as he passes by, then pants a few moments herself. "Would know where the nearest water is? My throat is running dry," she asks Smoke.
Smoke flicks her tail at her paws, getting a passing wiff of the males scent for reconition, "To the east...there is a creek." She answers quietly, giving a soft yawn, she's been active all day, she'd been planning a long rest before she was awoken. Not that meeting new wolves is such a bad thing, but she's fading. "We've been staying here for the most part, I'm going to catch up on some sleep, your welcome to find a place in the clearing when you return.'
RedMoon nods and bows respectfully to Smoke. "Good eve, Smoke, may Luna bless you with a night of peaceful rest."
Woodland Clearing
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The forest finally breaks into a silent, serene clearing. A wide circle of trees is what forms the perimeter of this spot, the short grasses and few flowers that are in the clearing itself providing a bit of nice grazing. The land is mostly flat and so it makes for a somewhat exposed place for smaller or less well-defended animals to be frequenting, particularly because of the high trees around - predators could be lurking in the branches. Despite the potentially sinister value this clearing has, it maintains an almost warm sense about it.. almost like a home.
=================================== Exits ===================================
[East] to Dense Undergrowth [North] to the Woods
[Northeast] to the Forest [Northwest] to the Glade
[South] to Rocky Soil [Southeast] to a Fallen Log
[Southwest] to the Fir Trees [West] to an Old Chestnut Tree
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[NEW] Uileos
[LRP] RedMoon
[IC] Rook
[OOC] Smoke
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The smell of wolf is strong here, but there's no conglomerate, no sense of -pack-. Nevertheless, Uileos is cautious as he pads along. The night is cool and clear, the moon riding low and full in the sky, gibbous. A good night to run in, he feels, but-- he's not in the mood. Too cautious. It'd be bad news to be cavorting about like a pup and smack into some annoyed local. He huffs brief amusement at the thought, his steps quickening a little, traitorous, as the scent of something small and furry brushes his nose.
RedMoon's tail is slunk, giving indication she's a wandering lonewolf, though she seems fit to contend for beta or even alpha female status. She looks pretty close to prime age, not just starting out. Ofactory inclined beings would catch the scent of several recent rabbit-kills on her, giving indication she's having no trouble fending for herself and is well fit. She pauses abruptly at the edge of the clearing, her ears perked and swivelling slowly like radar turrets to listen for whatever's about whilst, simultaneously, raises her muzzle to sniff the air. Her ears pick up the trace first of Uileos, and she tries sniffing in his direction, but the breeze carries his scent in a different direction. Her ears perk erectly and she stares at him studyingly. Was he alone, or in a pack? His demeanor seemed to suggest a lonewolf, but she wasn't sure, though her nose had not alerted her to any territorial markers.
Asleep with her head upon her paws, Smoke dozes comfortably, her ears ever so alert subconscienously for her own safety if anything. The female wolf lays just under the shade of the trees near the edge of the clearing, another female near by it seems, with a younger adolescent present as well. Not a pack, but the startings of one, small may it be, but the sound and smell of others arriing bring Smoke to full alertness rather quickly. Lifting her head from her paws and looking around until she spots the others, instantly on her paws with her tail rising and a low growl escaping her muzzle.
Rook is present, but barely visible. Asleep in the shadow of a tree near the edge of clearing, not very near to the approaching wolves, not yet anyway. He's awoken on the sense that something is not right, and that he isn't alone. The dark wolf's eyes flicker open, and he stares out into the clearing before him. Squinting, Rook attempts to pick out the others. He notices Smoke, but doesn't see anybody else until he's stood up. And then he catches sight of RedMoon. Would he be in trouble? Did Storm bother to tell anybody else of his staying here? The young wolf stands his ground, trying to keep quiet and below notice.
-- And a good thing he -didn't- opt for such youthful foolishness, isn't it, because it's shortly that Uileos becomes aware that he is not alone, and a moment after that comes that low growl. His own lips lift, his ears twitching-- his responding snarl is defensive.
RedMoon's hackles raise at the sudden awakening and growling from Smoke, near to her. RedMoon lowers her head defensively, eyeing the other shewolf and attempting to determine her intention, standing and demeanor. She curls her own lips ever so slightly, but stops shy of returning Smoke's growl. Her ears pick up the fourth wolf, a yearling, as he stirs farther away than Smoke but not as far as the first wolf she detected. The other shewolf and the younger adolescent seem the most 'homed' here, but given both were sleeping outside of any territorial markers, RedMoon is unconvinced a pack is present -- though this encounter with several wolves simultaneously was a bit coincidental. She arches her muzzle to howl out a short-range, higher-pitched general "Who are you?" howl, mostly directed at the other shewolf, followed momentarily by a holw of "My name is RedMoon, and I am alone."
Taking a few steps towards the two strange wolves, mainly Redmoon and Uileos, she eyes them both carefully. She's caught Rook's scent upon Storm so even if they haven't met she's sure he's known. These two new wolves she hasn't caught their scent before and is startled, she hates being woken up in such a manner and tends to be in a bad mannerism at first. "I'm Smoke...Storm sleeps over there, we have another young one running around. No, pack as of yet but that is being remedied soon enough." Abit tired of explaining things so often she finds it best to head off such questions with a straight across answer. Her golden gaze rounds to the male, her growl having long since ceased but is wary either way, "And you are?"
Good, he was left alone. At least for now. With only the slightest bit more courage, the young wolf moves several steps from his hiding place. Or, what he thought was his hiding place. It didn't really keep him that well hidden, to tell the truth. But that's moot now. Without saying anything still, Rook studies the two strangers. They both look rather intimidating, although the adolescent has a habit of seeing anybody in that light. But he does have a right to be cautious.
The howl makes Uileos startle, his hackles rising-- it's too close, hostile or no. At any rate, however, there's the problem of this other female-- he's caught -that- smell before, here. "Ahah, you've answered -my- question, then. I can't be blamed for trespassing, then, if there's no group to trespass 'pon, just yet." Speaking quickly, his gaze direct, though not -quite- meeting Smoke's for longer than a few seconds at a time. RedMoon goes not ignored but simply unremarked upon. "I am Uileos, then, Wolf."
RedMoon defensively stands her ground, wary of the other shewolf's annoyed demeanor. If this was just a random coincidence, then perhaps this gathering was Luna's work. She takes note of the silent yearling. There may not be an established pack, but its clear some of these wolves have been here at least a few days, Smoke seemingly chief among them. "Who is Storm?" she inquires. "And how many aspire to establish a new pack?"
Smoke gives a glance at Rook, he's been around alot lately so she is assuming he is as well, SilentPaws, Storm and herself... "I believe four in total at this point..." Tossing her head in the direction of the darker female wolf asleep, "Storm...a friend." Granted she's only been around Storm a moon or so, friend is the best description of them at the moment. Having answered RedMoon's questions first as they seemed simple enough her gaze goes to the male, "No trespassing, just startled is all, would you like it...being woken by strangers?"
"You're no family, then?" Uileos tosses in, to confirm it; his voice is bemused. "Are any among you even relatives?" he's not hostile, though his curiosity may come across as such, and now he paces forward a little, his neck stretched out, his nose working.
RedMoon feels a conflict between her desire to re-establish herself with a pack, leaning her toward bidding into applying into this new pack, and her distrust of ... friendships ... between male and female wolves who were not established alpha pack members. It would be easier if the other shewolf were more clearly better suited for alpha female -- were there an existing pack with a powerful, established alphess, this would be easiest -- or if the only other aspiring pack members were male, but life is rarely easy. Wolves are not always strong; they must fight to remain strong, and only through perseverence and surviving struggles do they remain strong. RedMoon mulls her options over for a few moments, then decisively places a paw out on the ground toward Smoke, raises her head assertively, and howls out, "I wish to enter the bidding." With no established pack, there's no authority to rule in or out bidders in establishing a pack -- but there's no one to really enforce any rules, either, which can make it a risky gamble. She looks to Uileos and woofs, "I am unrelated to any wolves in this area; I have travelled from many moons away."
Smoke looks to Uileos, her gaze lingering on him for awhile before answering she gives several thoughts in her head a once over. "No relations...unless...you are to someone around here?" Her gaze going to Rook for a moment before returning to the older male, "Many of the wolves around here have had their packs killed off, broken apart, or dying off. Take your pick, someone around here probably has the story of one, thus why we are gathering here where there is no territories chosen as of yet." A sigh is given before her gaze heads back over to RedMoon, her tail still curled over her back from her earlier awakening and stance to a possible threat. "Bidding? Whatver, your welcome to stick around, both of you. All we ask is to stay clear of the farm to the west for your own safety, and perhaps the other wolves around here. There is another male and female around, they've declared themselves alpha's of...really no one, but we haven't seen them for a long time now so we don't think them a threat."
"Phwah," the sound a puffing out of air through the lips, "no, unless my pack had some vagrant come here a generation or so ago, which I find unlikely." Uileos casts his gaze towards RedMoon, then, the look lingering for the first time at her words. Hmmph. "I think she challenges you, Wolf. Or perhaps," cheerfully playing translator, nevermind that he's as unsure as Smoke of what the other female means, "she means to try to take your mate. Whichever. -- A farm?" clicking back into confusion. He's heard of -those-. "Phwah, I shouldn't think I'd be interested. Do its creatures come -here-?"
RedMoon cocks her head. "Farm? What is a farm?" The shewolf seems to have had no encounters nor concept of human dwellings. She eyes Uileos suspiciously. "You wouldn't be accusing a shewolf of mating outside a pack, would you?" she snorts in a cleverly indirect, convoluted insulting accusation of Smoke.
Smoke gives a soft shrug of her shoulders, bluntness meaning she wishes not to indulge on her own past to strangers for the time being, she puts simply. "My mate is dead, with what was left of my pack before coming here. There is no adult male here, til now." Indicating the only mature male around is now Uileos besides the alpha of the other pack, yet their seems to be alot of females one way or another. Which temporarily leads her mind to wonder seriously if she and Storm should feel threatend some with the arrival of RedMoon. But her thoughts return to a question at hand, "Farm is a place where humans live with their...domesticated pets. Wolf-like dogs, cows, horses, easy food but the humans protect them with these...stick like things that make a loud noise...making you bleed and die eventually." Having had enough experience with farms, she stays clear.
Uileos gives RedMoon a blank look. Clever the insult may be-- too clever for -him-. "-- -Really-?" a little taken aback. How can you have a pack with no proper mates at its head? Hmmph! "Speak for yourself, Storm," something in him has relaxed at this mention of the lack of other mature males, "I heard once of a wolf who hunted horse, and they're just as unpleasant as any -normal- food."
RedMoon's hackles raise again, but this time not to any of the wolves. "Humans are in these parts?" She slumps a bit. "I've heard some ... horrible stories about their kind." Looking to Uileos, she shook her head. "Horses are nasty, I've encountered a few herds in my travels ... some of them have hooves as big as a panther's head. Unless they are feeble with youth, illness or age, they're more difficult than elk to hunt. I've never known any wolf able to take one on alone."
Smoke gives a shrug of her shoulders, for once visably relaxing and taking a seat and curling her tail around her haunch. "Perhaps you..." finding that comment best left alone with further thought. "Cows are easy." She hadn't tried a horse before, the farm she was near kept those too close to the house for her comfort in try hunting them. Giving a nod to Redmoon, "They are, that is why I ask you to stay away, we don't bother them, hopefully they won't bother us. So stay clear of their pets.." Partially spitting out the word, 'pets' as if it was dirty, having little interest in such things in general.
If anyone were to look in the spot Rook had been, they wouldn't see a thing. Perhaps he just left, or maybe he's been gone for a while now. Either way, the young wolf is now virtually absent from the vicinity.
"Are they? I shouldn't think I'd want one. Human things. Phwah." Dismissive. Relaxed or no, Uileos doesn't sit, moving instead a little closer, just enough to catch Smoke's scent, before drifting a little farther away again to nudge his nose near the ground, whuffling. "Pah; those Dogs run in packs, too, but not like -ours-." He supplies. "Where there's one, there's more. Do they often come here, then?"
RedMoon shakes her head at the word 'pet,' interpretted as a disgusting ownership perversion of an alpha-omega relationship. She adds nothing, but listens keenly, wisely aware any information these two have on a potentially grave danger is something any wolf needs to know.
"When you have nothing to eat and pups to feed...one becomes less picky on what their food is." Smoke says abit forcefully with anger flashing into her eyes, towards the male yet she allows him to take in her scent either way. Taking a moment to recompose herself, she eventually says, "A few dogs..not many that I've encountered but their scent lingers in the forest, curious no doubt." The previous bit of anger fading from her face as she gives a glance around the clearing for a moment before settling her gaze one again on you two.
"I've had a mate; I'm aware." He's short. "-- Hmmph, all right. Good to know. -Well-!" brisk, suddenly. "Good to catch your scents," mister polite, "but I must find something to fill my stomach. When I return, Smoke, I'll try to make more noisy." Uileos grins, briefly, his tongue lolling out, and turns to trot on back the way he'd come, pausing on the way to snuffle in RedMoon's direction (careful not to get too close), before he's slipped away into the treeline.
RedMoon sniffs Uileos as he passes by, then pants a few moments herself. "Would know where the nearest water is? My throat is running dry," she asks Smoke.
Smoke flicks her tail at her paws, getting a passing wiff of the males scent for reconition, "To the east...there is a creek." She answers quietly, giving a soft yawn, she's been active all day, she'd been planning a long rest before she was awoken. Not that meeting new wolves is such a bad thing, but she's fading. "We've been staying here for the most part, I'm going to catch up on some sleep, your welcome to find a place in the clearing when you return.'
RedMoon nods and bows respectfully to Smoke. "Good eve, Smoke, may Luna bless you with a night of peaceful rest."