The Call of the Wild (IC/RP)

He waits paitently for her to finish up. While she is workjing on his wound he goes into a flashback.

Loki-"Where am I father? What are we doing here?

Darius-"Loki this is where I will leave uou to see if you can survive on your own. If you can find me in five day then I will bring you back to the pack as a champion."

Loki wandered through the forest looking for any morsel of food he could find. As he searched he came across a large cave that seemed empty. He wandered inside to find a bear hibernating. He tryed not to make any noise as he walk out but he hit a large rock that fell down and made a lot of noise. The bear woke up and looked at Loki directly, it glared at him and charged at him. It struck him hard and knocked him against a wall. He got up and limped out of the cave to a ledge in the distance. The bear charged him again but Loki darted out of the way furthering his injury. The bear plumited down the cliff face and died when it hit the bottom. Loki fell unconcious.

Loki blinked out of the flashback and remembered what was happening

Athena looks around, seeing Faith and Loki...She barks softly as she licks her one paw... She doesn't know anyone. Not well anyway. She was only found a couple weeks ago by the Alpha...He was so kind to her, he should her kindness that she never guessed she could know. He was a great wolf...And a great leader, and now he was gone. And she is alone. Again. But she sticks around, since she has no where else to turn too. Her eyes twinkle as she looks toward the ground...

Her black coat shimmers abit as shakes her head quickly, feeling a fly or something touch the tip of her ear. She growls questionably...She stands up instantly and starts to snarl, her teeth showing. She snaps abit as she looks around, trying to find the intruder.... She thinks to herself in a playful way, "Oh you won't get away from me, Mister...I'll catch ya..." She turns swiftly her eyes wondering.

She see's it, buzzing around her head. She jumps clamping jaw on the insect tightly...She swallows, feeling the creature go down her throat roughly....She gags abit but then a smile of victory come to her face...She giggles abit..."I told you I'd catch you!! HURRAY!" She then eases herself back to the ground and closes her eyes...

Faith eventually stops the cleaning of the wound, looking at him with a smile. The wound was now entirely clean, but the bleeding was not going to stop yet. He had been walking around with it too long. Sighing, she wet her paw with her tongue, placing it over the wound. "You brought this over yourself, Loki. Remain here over the night. We need to make sure you do not make things worse" She said demanding, but yet with a kind and gentle voice. She nuzzled his back with her head, before placing it over the paw covering the wound. However, the position turned out to be rather uncomfortable. Instead she crawled up on his back, where she laid down and from another direction, placed her paw on his wound and rested her head on her paw. She had a look at Athena who bounced around in the den, and a smile crossed Faith's face as she rested it on the wound of Loki.

He lets out a deep sigh as she lay on his back and thinks to himself. "How did I end up like this.. A lone wolf getting treated like a pup by a female far younger than myself." He chuckles to himself at the thought and closes his eyes to sleep. He opens one eye to watch the opening of the den. He speaks out loud. "This will be quite a long night.. but I am really not in a postion to complain.." He rustles around for a moment before getting comfortable and resting.

She gave out a tired yawn, after a day that clearly would be called long and tough.However, she was pleased that she had been able to aid those she did today. It felt like she really had made a difference, as she gave out another yawn. She nuzzled gently the back of Loki as she laid her head on top of the wound again. She felt so pleased with herself, as her tail started wagging, which eventually hit Loki on the shoulder. It was a gentle wag though, something that would barely bother anyone. With a smile on her face, she fell asleep on top of the wolf and his soft and warm body with his soft and comfortable fur.

Tyri gazed up at the sky, now black as pitch. She had simply nodded at Chaos, somehow unable to gaze into those subtle eyes any longer. They had taken her captive, and this feelign was new and strange. If she had ever been this curious in her life, she could not recall it. Shifting her eyes to the white, snow blanketed ground, she grunted, softly shifting Champion's whole body onto her own. Chills ran down her spine as Crimson blood, still slightly warm, trickled down her pale silver pelt. She began walking, supporting the larger female on her lean back and shoulders. Each of her muscles where tensed as she trudged on through the deep snow. Even then, her movments where graceful, and she seemed to shed new light on the grim prospect of being kneedeep in blood.

As the determined wolfess continued on, she fought to keep Chaos out of her mind, dolefully gazing up at the stars every so often. The omega troubled her, and she hadn't an idea why. Never so badly had she wanted to see through one's eyes, pulling them out, rather than these short, unreal glimpses she caught every so often. She felt even more so responsible now that she and Carbo where leaders, even if it was only temporary. in her heart , Tyri liked the feling, but she knew the final decision would rest on Carbo. What ever he chose, she would oblige. Simply knowing he was there have her more than enough confidence to carry on and carry out.

Suddenly the wolf stopped. A harsh , bitter wind blew, moaning and howling in Tyri's ears. She herself let out a low, sad moan to accompany it. She eyed what she stood before. The partially filled hole containg her Alpha's body...and soon that of his mate.
Tyri wasted no time, and gently rested Champ on the ground before she began digging. Her claws tore apart the frozen earth, and finally she shuttered as she felt the frozen bits of Riba's fur. She nosed some of the snow away from his body, then eased Champ's body into the hole. She licked the dead wolf's muzzle, and reburied the two.

Tyri, for maybe an hour or so, laid on the grave, becomming pelted with the new falling snow. She spoke quietly of the past , present and future to her old friend, Champion. Every so often she would bow her head , and listen to the wind howl,..it seemed to be howlign for the loss of the two alphas. Tyri let it sting her face and eyes, refusing to budge untill her face was dusted with snow, and her body blanketed in it. Only then did she stand, bow one final time to her fallen leaders, and turn to walk off. Each step toward the den gave her a bit more confidence, maybe that which her friend was instilling in her, even though she lived on no longer.

Tyri realised she now faced a new problem. She was drenched in deep crimson blood, which was beggining to ice over on her silver and pale tan coat. She knew the stream was still flowing under it's thick, icy crust, but could she really tolerate the cold right now? Sighing and gazing hard at the snow, she wondered how Carbo was doing. A soft unconcious whimper carried from her throat.

Carbo snapped out of his dreaming state of mind, turning his head and watched Odin limping up to him.
"Glad to see you up and talking, friend" He said, before turning his head back to the forest and looking of into the distance with a troubled look.
"I'm sure that you'd not believe me if I said nothing" Carbo sighed, sitting up on the rock and looking up into the skies.
"It was this day Riba would tell the pack about his choice.. What we should do in these dark times.. I can only assume that he was thinking of migrating, for the sake of the pack.. Now he is gone and we are without Alpha.. Both male and female" Carbo said, sighing and laying down on the ground once more.

He thought back to the day when he fought against Riba in order to obtain the rank of Alpha. He had never been crushed that hard and that quickly before, and was lucky to live to see the next day. After that day, he realised the responsebility to be Alpha, as well as it was nothing for Carbo. However, Carbo knew how much Tyri lusted for leadership and the choices he would do the upcoming time was many, tough and some less fair than others. Unless he gave nominees, he would gain the rank of Alpha and Tyri would recieve the Alpha female position she yearned for. He could let her go and he himself remain as Beta, but no one could possibly take her place as a mate. Carbo sighed.

"I fought Riba, that day.. Fought for the Alpha position.. I lost.. I guess it was a good thing.. Look at me.. I can not even make a few simple desitions here, today.." Carbo said, directing his words at Odin. Odin was what would become a great leader of the pack, but he was not the only one. Why did Riba leave Carbo with these desitions? He sighed once more.

Originally posted by Kaldorei
She gave out a tired yawn, after a day that clearly would be called long and tough.However, she was pleased that she had been able to aid those she did today. It felt like she really had made a difference, as she gave out another yawn. She nuzzled gently the back of Loki as she laid her head on top of the wound again. She felt so pleased with herself, as her tail started wagging, which eventually hit Loki on the shoulder. It was a gentle wag though, something that would barely bother anyone. With a smile on her face, she fell asleep on top of the wolf and his soft and warm body with his soft and comfortable fur.

He awoke under Faith but did not move so not to wake her also. He let out a sigh, not often was it that he had to wait for someone to do something nut now he belonged to the pack so he must learn to think of others. That would be hard for him. He sitrs again but nots enough to wake Faith. His eyes dart back and forth threw the back of the Den at the other residents. His eyes wen t back and forth from Odin to CArbo before he let out a deep sigh and layed his head on the ground. He relaxes his muscles to try and lower himself to the ground and crawl away but can not. Loki finally decides to inspect his wound to see if it is any better. He moves his right shoulder to see if it still hurts and he successsfully moves it without pain.

Odin looked at Carbo seriously. "You are correct, Riba would have wanted us to leave. We should follow his directions with most haste. If you want to start migrating, I can rally the pack and inform them of our move. You are wrong about one thing, though. You make great decisions, and you are lucky to have a mate who will help you along the way." Odin sighed and started into the sky before continuing. "You are lucky indeed. I've never had anyone to call a mate. No one has ever seen me with interest.

Whatever your decision is, I will follow. Everyone will. Remember that we trust you and Tyri, whatever decision you two will make. Until you make a decision on our Alpha or Alphas, we will follow your lead." Odin smiled and layed his head down, watching the pack as they tended to wounds, ate, slept, and played.

He rises at Odin's statement and stares at him directly with a solemn yet annoyed looked no his face. "I gave my pledge to the pack not its leader. I will only follow if the leader show his worth as an Alpha. I will have you speak for the entire pack. You may speak for the wolves you have already spoken to but you will not say I will follow. Young Wolf." He slowly walks towards the entrance to the den and lays down next to Faith. He lets out a short breath before his breathing evened out and he look towards the snowy background. He was tense in the idea that a fight might possibly ensue even though he was in no shape to be fighting especially with a younger wolf whos power has not been measured. He closes his eyes and waits for something to happen.

Faith yawned and took a look at Loki who laid next to her. She could not possibly understand how the wolf got away from her without her waking up, but thought nothing more about it. She crawled over Loki's back and sniffed where the wound was. It seemed to be healing at a good speed, and she smiled, crawling back down from his back again. Compared to his size and behaviour, she felt almost like a pup, the way she acted and treated him. She had a look at him and had a smile on her face "Carbo and Tyri is two wise wolves. I am sure that their choice will be for the good of the pack." She said, nuzzling his shoulder with her head. She did not want him to get into a fight now, not when he just had recovered, partly, from the wound he had.

He looked over at Faith and a faint smile crawled over his face and stared her in the eyes. "Like I said before I shall follow the pack, not it's leader. I will be here defending the pack until the end of my days." He yawned and blinked a few times but quickly lowered head to the ground. "Something about the den just makes me tired for some reason." His breathing started to regulate and he slowly started to calm down about the day and night befores little escapades.

Odin stared at Loki for a long time before looking back at Carbo. "He's a foolish old wolf. If he stays here with those who want to stay, they will die from attacks, or lack of food when it happens." Odin closed his eyes, feeling the need to sleep. "Whatever your decision is, I will follow."

Then he was drowned out into a deep sleep, gently snoring against the breeze as it blew against his muzzle. The next few days would be full of danger and sacrifice, as it came to him in his dream.

Loki rises and shakes himself off but continuoulsy looks back at his wound making sure he doesn't tear the wound open again. Feeling that the wound was in a good enough condition that he could go look for food. He rises onto all fours and starts to trot out of the den. He made sure nothing dngerous was out there adn when he assured himself nothing was out there he ventured out into the open waiting for any morsel of food to come near him or the near-by area. "Hmm.. I haven't aetin in two day.." His stomach growls.

Faith was suprised that none had made any comments about her bringing human sledges to the camp. She knew some disliked humans, that some hated them more than anything. She yawned, trotting out of the den and up to the two sledges. She sniffed the inside of one, sighing. Loki had left a trail of blood in her pretty sledge. She did not blame him, though. His life was far more important than a simple sledge. She however wanted to keep it rather clean, as she lept inside it and started licking the blanket that was inside, which had a trail of blood in it.

As she took care of the blanket, a curious little pup walked up to her and investigated the strange object. After a short amount of time the pup had made the judgement that the object were of no threat to him, as he lept up on the edge and crawled inside. He had some minor troubles getting in, but Faith pushed him inside with a smile on her face. If he liked it, maybe the other pups would too. She was just about to ask him what he thought, when she noticed the pup was already sleeping on the soft blanket. She nuzzled him with her nose and continued to take care of the blanket.

Loki starts to walk off into the distance towards the deeper part of the woods. As he walks away the snow begins to mask where his is and when a big snow flurry comes by he completely disspeares out of sight. As he is walking he seems to be in a daze and just wanders around the open area until he finds a small open area in the trees. He looks back towards the den and then looks forward into the cleared area and he decideds to enter the cleared area. When he his is half way in two humans confront him. He justs stands there and stares them down not knowing what to do or not being able to fight due to the wound on his right shoulder.

Maya must have fallen asleep, she tries to get up to walk but she is weak and exhausted from her injuries and she falls back to the ground. Laying there Maya looks around and sniffs into the night air. She instantly picks up the scent of other wolves but its faint. Maya has no idea whether they are near by are far away. She is too weak to trust her instincts. Hoping its not too far away and too hungry to care if they are friendly she crawls in the direction of the scent. Hoping that when she found them, they would have some food going spare.

Maya whimpers everytime she tries to move. She sniffs into the air and picks up another familar scent, blood. Hers! She was badly injured from the attack on her pack that her wounds are still very fresh. She looks at her wounds and tries to lick them, hoping that her saliva will slow down the bleeding but she knows that if she doesnt get some food all hope will be lost.

She lifts up her hind legs and tries to crawl but she collapses, she feels the snowflakes dance on her nose and she tries to shake them off. She lifts her head up and howls, hoping someone will hear her cry. She lowers her muzzle and closes her eyes as she gives in to the cold night air.

Loki dashes backwards towards a farther area of the forest and away from the rest of the pack. He made a mad dash and was narrowly missed by a bulltet that impacts a tree. Sliding through the snow Loki rounds a corner into a dense area of the forest and eventually runs into a clearing and fall over something. While on the ground he looks around to see what could have happened and he sees it was another wolf laying in the snow. He blinks thinking it was another trick of his own mind but he eventually caught the smell of blood. This time scent wasn't his and came from the wolf. He creeps up to her and slowly studies her. "Are you injured?"

Tyri shook her head as the snowfall lightened a bit. She rolled around a bit in the cold whitness, managing to rub off at least some of the blood that stained her pale, silky coat. She sneezed a few times as bits of snow where inhaled to her nose. titling her head over her back she sighed. A bit of crimson still clung to her fur. As she turned to lick it off she heard a faint cry. She raised her head, silver eyes darting around for a moment before she caught a scent. Tipping her nose into the now gentler wind she let fort a strong howl. She was letting the wolf know she had just entered upon silver pack territories, but that the wolves where not hostile. With that she turned on her haunches and bolted off toward the source.

For just a moment, Tyri turned toward the alpha's grave. Two brave strong fallen wolves lay there. Respectfully, she dipped her head, then carried on at a running pace. Her paws had barely enough time to transcribe their padded prints onto the soft, powdery snow. Tyri's breath clouded before her silvery muzzle as she ran, in the cold dry air. As she went on she considered what she and her mate would face as leaders, though in her heart she knew it well. She also knew something else. Mating season..just arriving, The wolve's would be more active, and fights could possibly break out. She would hold for her mate, no matter the cost. A soft smile crossed her face. She Carbo would want no one else, anyway. Thinking about this brought her to move faster, and she seemed to forget that she was even moving. Then Loki, and a female, came into view.

Barking a friendly greeting to Loki, she trotted up, nudging him kindly before stopping before the fallen female. Tyri pressed her nose against the wolfess's and sniffed her, moving her muzzle gently toward her neck and back, retaining the scent in her memory. After a moment she stepped back, nodding slightly after checking her over.

" My name is Tyri, current leader of the Silver pack. May i ask who you are...? "

With that she nodded to Loki to help her bring the young wolfess back to the den.

" Tell me if you feel any discomfort, we will try to keep that to a minimum. "

This being said she flashed the female a kind smile, to let her know she was in good care now.

Loki nods to Tyri while trying to lift her up into the air and then drop her on his back. The snow under the female was soft and would easily let her slide upwards. His attempt to get under her was slow at first but he eventually gets her onto his back. He strts off very slow but lifted her up all the way and could walk far more easily. Being extra carefull not to open his wound, he trudges back towards the den. He solemnly walks until the den is in clear view and is only about thrity feet away. He drops down almost dropping her off of his back bug he gains his balance and walks all the way up to the mouth of the den. He brings her into the farthest and warmest part of the den and to where the food was being stored. Gently letting her down he rises and goes to the front of the den.