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Late Winter, HY1 · Sunny · 31°F / -1°C

Just days before the sun had been obscured by clouds, but today it conquered the sky and shone bright above, keeping the snows at bay. It was not the warmest it had been since she first came, though. Perhaps because of the snowfall a few days ago, when she had been traversing the rocky butte - it usually took a while to warm up after a storm like that. Something about the ground being unable to warm up and retain the heat of the sun beating down.

Anyway, weather was nice, but quickly became a boring topic. Today, Ryd was celebrating herself, because she had just conquered the ridge. Not from the west, but from the steep east.

She’d had to go slowly just to avoid slipping on ice and snow, and had in fact slipped a few times, though thankfully it was more to the bottom of the ridge where she didn’t have very far to fall. After she’d slowed herself down and gotten the hang of the slow climb, she’d been able to find a narrow broken path up the side of the rise. It was still treacherous, with gaps here and there, but she’d been excessively cautious. She tested every step for a true grip, keeping a careful eye where each paw was going. As she got further and further up, she had to fight the urge to let her nerves overwhelm her. Just one step at a time, and luck that she would not find herself on a loose rock - that was what she held onto, all the way to the top. Once she finally got there, she was almost surprised that it was over… but glad.

It was not the height of the mountains beyond, but it was a feat in itself that the girl had accomplished. The peaks would certainly be next.

Once she had gotten to the top, she noted that far in the distance to the west, the land seemed to slope gently and naturally downwards - with an exasperated laugh to herself she’d shaken her head. She’d go up and down that way from now on, definitely. Panting heavily, she decided it was alright if she plopped herself down for a break, licking at the snow to quench her thirst.

High above, she heard the piercing cry of a falcon, and her ears perked forward as she snapped her gaze above to it. It floated around like it owned the sky, unconquerable, its confidence evident in its powerful flight. It was not flapping with the effort of a smaller, lesser bird. It would only occasionally flap its wings, otherwise hovering on the wind.

That was how Ryd wanted to be. Unconquerable. She just needed to keep testing herself and rising above - just like with this ridge.


Sep 27, 2015 05:12 PM

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It was a rare sunny day in the midst of late winter, and Atlas couldn’t help but feel a tad more energized as he made his way towards the snowbound upper reaches of the rise. While at first he’d found the changing of the seasons refreshing, that sense of wonder wore off around the time he found himself schlepping through chest-deep snow just to get from point A to point B. Of course, it was due to his good health and secure living arrangements that the young male had the luxury of actually enjoying this time of year in the first place. Many wolves found themselves barely scraping by, while others… Others would never see spring. Atlas, for his part, had fared pretty well thus far. But that wasn’t by simply relying on his own skill or some stroke of luck.

For one, he had his friends. Inigo, Oakley, Gulliver. They all supported one another, and while it continually dumbfounded Atlas, they looked to him for guidance. But they had more than numbers and loyalty on their side: by fall, they had already carved out their own chunk of the vale. And surprisingly, they’d been able to hold onto it – so far, anyway. Naturally, laying claim to that stretch of land came with numerous advantages beyond simple ownership. Their group had wooded areas for shelter, high ground for surveying the valley below, a more-or-less steady food supply, and last but not least… That all-important sense of unity. They might not have reached the point of giving themselves an epic-sounding name or handing out cool titles for everyone, as Atlas had seen with the Firewing Brotherhood, but they were a pack in all of the ways that mattered.

Still, it was taking some time for Atlas to warm up to the whole “leadership” gig. But reluctant as he was, he knew that the others were counting on him, and so he’d decided to make a serious effort to step up and be the kind of wolf they needed.

Which was why, even though his stomach was growling in fitful protest, he had decided to take his most recent kill back to share with the others rather than scarfing all the good parts down on his own. The hare’s lifeless body jiggled with every step he took up the gently-sloping hillside, its elongated feet dragging the ground and leaving behind an intermittent line between his paw-prints in the snow. They’d all been keeping the secret cache well-stocked throughout the winter, but there was nothing like a warm, fresh kill. Atlas’s stomach rumbled a little more fiercely just thinking about tearing into it. He felt saliva pooling in his mouth, soaking into the fur and flesh he held in his jaws…

But he had to wait. Knitting his brow in resolution, he pressed on, climbing the remainder of the way at a slightly quicker pace. The sooner he got there, the sooner he could dig in.

Once he reached the top of that slope, however, he was suddenly met with the sight of another wolf – not Inigo or Oakley or Gulliver but someone totally unfamiliar. She was several yards off, sitting in the snow and ostensibly minding her own business, but Atlas nevertheless slowed his steps to a halt in instinctive cautiousness. The hare swayed limply in his grasp, but otherwise he became stock-still, his bright eyes watching her intently.

That lasted for all of five seconds. Then he burst out in a muffled greeting that might have been something like “Hello there!” and raised his tail to wave it eagerly behind him. The stranger might not have been able to distinguish what he said, but at the very least the intent behind his gesture was clear. He was friendly.


Sep 29, 2015 12:05 AM — Post #1

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The sun beat down on her reclining form, but did not do much to warm her, with all the wild winds blowing today. Luckily, she had her thick coat to keep her relatively cozy as she basked in the bright light. Her gaze drifting to all around her. It could have something to do with the crazy climb she’d just undergone, but even while she was resting she was rather invigorated by this place. It was like a little pause before a storm, the sense of foreboding elation that possessed her. Her heart beat in tune to her excitement as she fixed a look at the mountains ahead. Soon.

For a little while, Ryd fell into a rare meditative state, processing everything and everyone she’d seen so far. The desert, the hills, the lake… the climb here. She’d barely been here two weeks and she’d already seen so many places and met so many faces. She felt a little like a whirlwind, tearing her way through to new paths.

So the little whirlwind pondered her own self, enjoying the chance to relax in thought. It was nice to just take a few minutes to yourself sometimes, without having to do something to occupy the time.                             

She didn’t know how long had passed between her little thoughtfest and the male’s muffled bark to her. She hadn’t even realized she was getting sleepy? What the heck, body!  With a little jump her eyes shot open, her large ears homing to the sound, her eyes blinking away sleep’s fog.  She saw him easily enough, another large wolf, but that was nothing shocking to her. She was no dwarf, but she was used to being the shortest one around other wolves her age.

Everything about him screamed friendly anyway, and she was pretty pleased that he hadn’t ventured too close into her personal space, letting her warm up to the idea of another on her own. Or maybe he was terrified of her… then he’d really be smart.

Her tail wagged as she rose to her full height, an ear flicking back as she made her way to him slowly. Her nostrils flared… was that… blood?

Uh, she was pretty hungry and there was definitely the scent of fresh meat in the air. She was gonna say something like “Hi” or whatever, but as she neared and opened her mouth, a lion’s roar sounded from her belly. ”...Oops.”


Sep 29, 2015 07:28 PM — Post #2

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The stranger appeared to jump slightly when he called out to her, but Atlas stood where he was, watching as she turned her head towards him. Her large ears cupped in his direction, and he pressed his own forward in anticipation of a response to his greeting. But there was none. Instead, the female quietly rose to all fours and began to make her way towards him across the snow-laden rise. Normally he might have taken this as a bad sign: to have someone approach so suddenly and so silently. From what he could tell so far, however, the girl seemed friendly. Or at the very least she wasn’t on the offensive – not with her tail wagging and all.

So as she drew closer to him, Atlas further narrowed the gap by taking a couple of steps her way before stopping again, still clutching the hare firmly in his jaws. He was well aware of the possibility that a rogue wolf might try to steal the kill away from him. While it was possible at any time of year, winter had a way of making even the most resilient of wolves desperate when hard times befell them. However, Atlas didn’t intend to fall prey to such an act. Before the stranger came within a couple of yards of him, he dropped the carcass to the ground and lightly placed a forepaw on top of it – a casual gesture in and of itself but one that would no doubt signal his possession of the kill and resistance to giving it up readily.

Close as she was now, he could see the way that her nostrils flared. Whether she was taking in his scent or just soaking up the smell of blood, he couldn’t be sure. Possibly both. Either way, he eyed her with mild interest as she drew to a halt near him. At that point she finally opened her mouth, presumably to say hello or something similar, but rather than words coming out, there was only the loud, guttural growling of her own stomach. Which was followed only by a brief utterance of “oops.”

Atlas stood there awkwardly for several seconds, stone-faced and silent… Then a grin suddenly broke out and spread like wildfire across his face.

“I could be wrong,” he remarked after a hearty laugh. “But something tells me you’re a tad hungry…”

His voice trailed off as he gave her a quick once-over, but his eyes soon darted to her face, seeking to make contact with her own. She didn’t appear to be in bad shape. If she’d been clearly starving, Atlas wouldn’t have had a second thought about sharing with her. However, it looked as if she was faring pretty well for the winter. And he had meant to take the meal back to the others…

He would see how this encounter went.


Oct 02, 2015 11:35 PM — Post #3

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Ryd rolled her eyes and huffed deeply, faking hurt and offense at his laugh, then joined him when she could no longer fight against the urge. “Stupid hunger… you’d be too, if you’d come up that way!” Her head tossed in the direction of the steep path that she’d climbed in her fever to overcome the ridge.

“I’m guessing since that thing” - referring to the rabbit - “is still intact that you had a much easier trip here?” It wouldn’t surprise her to know that she might have been the only one to attempt such a ridiculous climb. Still, she was proud of herself for what she’d accomplished. It sat a comfortable victory in her mind, a lesson of cautious optimism for her future travel plans.

She gave a rather pointed glance at the rabbit beneath his paw, not bothering to hide her interest in it - she was sure he wasn’t stupid. Ryd thought briefly of asking for some, but that was boring. She settled on a much more fun game… pushing this amicable stranger’s buttons.

The little she-wolf rather unceremoniously tried to paw at it, as though teasing it out from under him. Her gaze flickered from the prey to him, testing him for a reaction of any kind. Would he just give it up to her? Get upset? Or would he play?


Oct 03, 2015 06:25 PM — Post #4

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When the stranger responded, tossing her head to indicate the path she had taken up the rise, Atlas’s smile momentarily turned into a cringe. Apparently she had approached from the east and climbed the steep and dangerous slope to the summit, unaware that the other side offered a much safer, less taxing route. Well, if nothing else, Atlas supposed she had learned by trial and error.

“Took the hard way up, huh?” he asked. It might have been a rhetorical question, but the sentiment hinted at some form of sympathy.

The female was quick to move on, but while she proceeded to make chitchat, she made no effort to hide the fact that her attention was on his kill. When she reached out to paw at it, Atlas didn’t budge – merely placed a little more weight on the one foot keeping it pinned to the ground.

“Falcon Rise is my pack’s home,” began gradually, his eyes tracking up from the hare to the other wolf’s face. “So I know my way around.”

Although his warm smile never wavered, his bright blue gaze came to focus on her intently, waiting to see what her next move would be. Atlas was not, by nature, a confrontational sort of fellow. In fact he could be a bit of a doormat at times. But when it came to matters such as theft, his sense of morality tended to override everything else.

Still, he would rather not have to resort to force if he could help it, and he hoped that his mention of the pack would prevent the stranger from trying anything stupid. The notion that backup could arrive at any moment was usually a good deterrent for undesirable behavior, although Atlas felt that he could probably handle her on his own if it came to that. She was such a petite little thing…


Oct 04, 2015 01:11 PM — Post #5

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The events of the past few days had been enough to quench Gulliver’s thirst for adventure. He’d gone to the beach, seen a big fish and met a strange wolf. And he’d ventured into Brotherhood territory, fallen from a ledge, and run into an old friend of Altas. It was, to the say the least, entertaining. But the boy had grown tired of the lands below the Rise, and had soon (to his secret delight) felt the pang of homesickness.It had come time to return home. To Atlas and Oakley and Inigo.

As the earthy tone bloke made swift work of the last ridge that separated him from his home, two scents flowed gently toward him on the bitter breeze. One was the familiar scent of Atlas, and the other; a strange female. Had the group grown in size since he’d left for his adventure? Had Atlas found a mate? Or perhaps Inigo. It was an unlikely assumption, but Gulliver wasn’t one to judge.

His leisurely trot turned into a sloppy gallop, and before long he was cresting the hill upon which he’d made his home. As the land plateaued, the pair came into view; just in time for Gulliver to watch the girl go for a small mass of fur at Atlas’ paws.

The smell of a fresh kill was sharp in the air; and Gulliver was willing to bet anything that it belonged to the heap on the ground. The young male fumbled for a moment to access the situation. Atlas seemed amicable enough, but the added pressure against the kill as the girl reached for it was a clear sign he wasn’t playing. The female, on the other hand, seemed to think so.

With a low, gruff bark of greeting, Gulliver hustled forward. His head stayed low, and his gate was wide. but his tail lay level with his hips. A stance that was causal, though precautionary. A simple ” ‘Lo,” was what parted his muzzle as he game to hover at Atlas’s side, his careful amber eyes only seeing the girl before him.


Oct 04, 2015 09:35 PM — Post #6

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“Hard? Or brave?” She said with a smirk. No doubt, she felt a little silly after she’d made the climb, but there was something to be proud of that she’d survived it. She was always getting underestimated.

She noticed the hare’s body curling beneath the male’s increased weight. Oh, he was going to play passive aggressive? Huh. Ryd had hoped for a more direct reaction, but perhaps he thought she wouldn’t be able to handle it. That so? Big Nice Gentle Giant over here thought she’d just give it up like that?

Nope.

“A pack, hmm?” She answered airily with a wide innocent smile, not caring at all. “I should like to meet them…” And as she said that she went down slowly, letting out a yawn, casually bringing her front paws further out until she was lying on her belly right next to his leg. She poked her maw around as though she was sniffing around, but she was looking very obviously at its head. If she could just latch onto the bunny’s ear, just to chew on it while he held it down… and there it was. She was just about to move to grasp it in her mouth when suddenly a gruff bark sounded off to the side. She retreated her head, but didn’t bother standing up, making herself all too comfortable as she shifted to face the newcomer.

This one was nowhere near as big as his friend, and probably not as old, either. Awh, a puppy. Her tail waved, and she sported the sunniest smile to both of them, as though she was not just trying to push the other guy. “Is this your pack, Giant?” The name was applied without any malice, as if that had been the one he was baptized with, and Ryd was ridiculously calm about the whole exchange.


Oct 04, 2015 09:58 PM — Post #7

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Judging by her initial reaction, Atlas could already tell that the female wasn’t going to back down as easily as he’d hoped. Her tone was airy, her smile broad and carefree… And she even went so far as to yawn, as if to make a show of just how nonplussed she was. At the same time, she lowered herself to the ground right near his feet – and right beside his kill. But in spite of this nonchalant and rather bold display, Atlas remained rooted to the spot, merely watching as she reached her nose closer to the hare’s head. His expression and stance were both neutral, except for the very obvious weight he put on that one leg, but beneath all of that plush fur his muscles were beginning to tense in anticipation of what might happen next.

But what did happen next came as something of a surprise to Atlas. A low, gruff bark reached his ears, and while he didn’t look away from the stranger lying at his feet, he could recognize the voice and the scent without having to do so. It was Gulliver, come up from the lower lands around the Rise. His sudden appearance seemed to take the female off guard as well, and she instantly withdrew her head from the kill. However, she didn’t move otherwise and remained lying where she was even as Gulliver approached them.

“Is this your pack, Giant?” she asked, still calm despite the situation that was developing. Atlas regarded her with a subtle smile and then tilted his head slightly to one side.

“Just a part of it,” he replied. As he spoke, he dug his claws into the hare’s hide and raked the carcass back several inches, further away from her eager jaws. “This is Gulliver,” he added in a measured tone, tilting his muzzle to gesture back towards the younger male. “…And I’m Atlas.”

So far it seemed like he was only making introductions for the heck of it, but as Gulliver came to stand at his side, it became clear what angle he was taking here. His tail gave an idle flick behind him, and then he posed a fairly innocuous question:

“Care to meet the rest of the gang?”

It practically pained Atlas to have to resort to making a threat; thus he did so in the most low-key, non-threatening manner possible. He was a pacifist through and through, but if he gave any indication of weakness then it could be used against him. And he was the leader of a pack now, after all. He couldn’t allow some stranger to continue pushing his buttons without doing something about it.


Oct 04, 2015 11:23 PM — Post #8

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sorry for the wait, I’ll try and get on top of this so yall don’t have to wait

Gulliver usually wasn’t one to judge the intentions of others based on first appearances. However, this particular situation was an exception. Though he hadn’t been present for the entirety of it, Gulliver could gather the girl was up to no good. He eyed her cautiously as settled into the haunches at Atas’ side, casting his gaze down at her.

His eyes shifted sideward at Altas’ words. Though they did not presently sound threatening, there was a tone of aggression lying beneath his inquiry. Certainly, Inigo and Oakley would pose a significant threat to the girl; but he wasn’t exactly sure she would take the hint. Already, she’d tested Atlas’ patience, and hadn’t seemed phased by Gulliver’s sudden appearance.

The boy wasn’t you’re if he should stay silent or not. The girl didn’t seem the type to take hints well, but Gulliver was the furthes from confomtarional. For the time being, he chose to stay silent, though his muscles were tensed and ready for action in the spur of a moment.


Oct 08, 2015 09:29 AM — Post #9

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(I’ve been apologizing everywhere but I’m sorry for keeping you guys waiting too! D:)

To the Giant’s boring credit, he did not react at all to her lowering and toying at the rabbit. When he introduced his quiet friend,  and then himself,  he was still rather calm. Maybe there was some mild irritation, but he did not react on it at all. If he had any raging emotion behind those still lagoon blue eyes,  it was buried deep down in the depths.

He was placid to a fault, and she’d decided she could appreciate that, even if it killed her fun vibe.

When he asked if she wanted to meet the rest of his crew, she smiled ever more excitedly, tail wagging. “Sure! If they’ll come, I’d love to meet more of your adorable friends,” she answered, throwing the silent Gulliver a wink. Really,  if there was a threat to be felt, she had quite certainly ignored it entirely.

She took a gander back down at that rabbit, but it suddenly seemed a little further off than it had been before. A furrowed brow, then a grin. It seemed she had struck some sort of nerve here. Expression sly but playful, she extended her paw out to it, looking to lazily paw at it again.


Oct 10, 2015 06:11 PM — Post #10

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Did she think he was bluffing? Atlas arched his eyebrows as he continued to stare down at the stranger, his expression incredulous. She didn’t seem to be taking the situation seriously at all, as if she was confident that there would be no consequences for her actions. And frankly, Atlas was a bit stumped. Most wolves would have at least offered some form of apology upon learning that they were trespassing on pack lands; after all, not all packs would take such an act lightly. Some would react with aggression, no questions asked. In his experience, it was generally a good idea to proceed with caution. But perhaps more importantly, most wolves wouldn’t have made so bold a move as to toy with an alpha.

Quite obviously, this female wasn’t most wolves.

But Atlas, for all his patience and tolerance, was not one to play with.

The girl reached for his kill once again, apparently eager to test him further. This time he suddenly dug his claws into the rabbit’s flesh and swiped his paw to one side. The abrupt movement kicked up a small burst of snow and sent the carcass sliding roughly across the snow – only to land at Gulliver’s feet. He turned his head to give his pack mate a cursory glance, and his massive shoulders rolled in a little shrug. Although he didn’t say a single word, his expression could be read pretty clearly:

“Well, she asked for it.”

Without hesitating another moment, Atlas pedaled a few steps backwards, putting a comfortable distance between himself and the stranger, and then lifted his head to the sky. His howl didn’t trail on for very long, but those deep, low-pitched chords delivered his message succinctly. He was calling for the others – for whoever might be nearby. When he lowered his head again, his bright eyes settled on the stranger once more.

Could he have handled the situation without calling upon the others? Undoubtedly. But now that it was clear that she wanted to call him on his supposed bluff, he felt that he had something to prove.


OOC – So sorry I couldn’t reply sooner, guys! D: I tried to get caught up on everything before I left for Seattle, but with so many sites/characters to cover, I ended up not being able to get to everything. But I’m back now, so my posts will be regular from here on out~!


Oct 20, 2015 02:56 PM — Post #11

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An arched brows hanging high above his eyes, Gulliver stared down at the girl as she winked up at him. I’d love to meet more of your adorable friends. His nose turned upward at the statement, wrinkling at the sour taste it put in his mouth. Gulliver was hardly ever one to oppose others. For the first year of his life, he was forced to absorb judgement from his entire pack. His father, especially was condescending. That had been his reason for leaving in the first place. But now; he didn’t have to leave. This girl was on his land. If she believed for a moment her words would aid her in any way, then she was more of an idiot than he first thought.

And so, when she again reached toward the kill to test their patience, Gulliver was all too ready to let out a low grumble from his chest. And, in the next second, to dip his head and snatch the carcass that came sliding his way. With a frustrated huff, he established a secure purchase on the kill and yanked it upward roughly, high above the girl’s head before she could even think about grabbing it. As Atlas left his side to send out a howl, Gulliver kept his ground, glaring down at the girl. Hackles raised, tail curled upward, and muscles tensed for whatever might come next.


Oct 20, 2015 03:44 PM — Post #12

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Snow suddenly flared out at her as the giant swept the rabbit away from her pawing, and through squinted eyes she saw Gulliver grasp it mid-slide. Ryd absolutely squealed with delight, laughing in joy at their maneuver. She’d of course missed that Gulliver’s growl had been meant for her.

“Ooh, how deft! I was wondering when you’d do something. By the way, you two would be champions of catch-and-toss!” Not that they might know the game, but the main idea could probably be gleaned from its name. “My brother and I loved to play that all day with rabbit hides…”

Her expression turned soft for a moment in memory, but electrified right back when Atlas turned to howl. It was a beautiful baritone sound, short as it was, and she was compelled by her very nature to howl with him, intertwining her altos with his for its limited duration.

“Mmm, is all this so I can meet your pack?” She grinned, tail waving as she rose up from her lying down position. “I’m from a pack too, actually! But they won’t hear me from here. Well… unless Moon followed me, ha ha.” Oh look at Miss Chatty Cathy here, no concept of fear at all that they might actually not be enjoying her presence as much as she was enjoying theirs.


Oct 20, 2015 07:10 PM — Post #13

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He was being summoned.

That was odd. Atlas didn’t usually call them together like that unless he had a good reason to do so, and Inigo wasn’t used to the big wolf’s tone being so urgent. Surprisingly, another voice joined in soon after Atlas’s call… Inigo didn’t know what to make of that.

The boy had been lying down, relaxing on a rocky outcropping on the side of the steep ridge when he heard the call from somewhere above him, brows raising curiously. He pushed himself to his feet and then started up the hillside, the hairs along his spine bristling slightly, moving up the hill with practiced ease. He was uncertain, but he wasn’t nervous. Surely nothing serious was going on- Atlas sounded serious, but the timbre of his voice did not indicate that something was terribly wrong. Nonetheless, Inigo did not dawdle as he made his way toward the others.

He crested the hill a moment later- he hadn’t been too far away to begin with- and heard snippets of the conversation ahead as he approached, though he didn’t recognize the speaker’s voice. This was someone new entirely, someone Inigo hadn’t yet met… and judging from the tension in displayed by Atlas and Gulliver, something was not right. She, on the other hand, did not seem at all fazed by the mood around her. Inigo was perplexed, but he did not appear ambivalent as he approached, head and tail held at the level of his back. He didn’t hurry to approach them, taking calm, measured steps toward the gathering.

His mismatched gaze lingered on the female for a moment as he approached, but he looked over to Atlas as he came closer, his expression stoic.

What’s going on?


Oct 24, 2015 09:42 PM — Post #14

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Just as Atlas had hoped, Gulliver got a firm grip on the rabbit carcass once he slipped it his way. Taking hold of it in his jaws, he hoisted it off the ground – well beyond the stranger’s reach. Oddly enough, she only seemed to take amusement in this: squealing in delight at what she apparently thought was nothing more than a casual game of catch. Atlas was thoroughly perplexed, but he had chosen to ignore her curious remarks and go on with his summoning howl.

Once that was out of the way, though, the stranger piped up again immediately. This time she made it known that she, too, belonged to a pack. As she rose up from her lying position, Atlas regarded her silently, his expression somewhat bemused. Whatever pack it was, it was apparently far enough away that they wouldn’t hear her calling. Some part of him felt relieved, in some sense; it was unlikely that she hailed from Sparrow’s lot in the mountains. Although the idea that this “Moon” character might be trailing right after her was somewhat worrisome. Atlas didn’t want any trouble, and getting another party from her side involved would be a good way to get into it. But with any luck, the addition of Inigo or Oakley (Or both) would be what she needed to realize the scope of the situation and move along.

And as luck would have it, one of them had obviously been nearby.

Within only a minute or so, Inigo crested the hill and approached the gathering. Atlas turned his head in acknowledgement of his pack-mate but promptly returned his attention to the stranger. Quite understandably, Inigo was uncertain of what was going on. Thus Atlas allowed his usual smile to ease onto his muzzle before offering his best explanation.

“Well, I was headed home with that fluffy bunny over there when I happened upon our nameless friend.” He paused to gesture from Gulliver, holding said fluffy bunny, to the young female. “She seems like a real peach – although I think she might have a problem with sticky paws. Anyway, she was pretty eager to meet the rest of the pack.”

Atlas quirked an eyebrow at those last observations, and he tossed Inigo a knowing glance before returning his attention to the stranger. He was certain his pack-mate could gather what his remarks meant, but somehow he imagined she would remain totally lighthearted and innocent towards the whole affair. Frankly, Atlas wasn’t sure how to handle that. But he supposed he was going to have to learn, one way or another.

This might have been the first time he encountered an uncertain situation on the pack lands, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.


Oct 26, 2015 11:56 PM — Post #15

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