The Call of the Wild (IC/RP)

Maya starts to feel some warmth and wonders where the gently heat is coming from. She opens her eyes and lifts her head to see two wolves, one staring down at her. She lowers her muzzle in honour to thank them for coming to her aid.

She sniffs into the air and an aroma starts to take over her. She can smell food but being an outsider she waits for the food to be offered to her. She turns to her wounds and tries to attend to them but still being very weak she lowers her muzzle onto to soft earth and whimpers silently to her self.

The proud and noble wolf looked pitiful due to his fur being covered in blood and being matted up in various areas. It would take him a while to clean his fur to its full condition and to how he used to look before he assisted Maya. Loki heard the whimper come from Maya and sighed as he got a large piece of meat from the stored area and placed it next to Maya's nose. "Eat, if you do not you won't get your strength back. If you need anything just find me at the beginning of the den." He trotted off quickly to the mouth of the den.

Maya looked at the wolf and looked down at the meat he had given her. The smell coming from it made Maya want to eat it all down in one go, but she held back on such temptation and looked at the wolf as he trotted to the front of the den.

She bowed in honour and picked up the piece of meat and taking small bites out of it and enjoying the meat for as long as she could.

Tyri sat diligently on a small boulder beside the den. It was brushed lightly with snow, and left the pattern of her lean body as she rose up onto four paws, stretching. She locked her front legs, yawning with wide silver muzzle and she shook her body. A few peices of hair rose up as she did, and she leaned back placing her dainty muzzle on her back, straighting her fine, silky pelt. As she leaped gracefully off the rock then, four strong paws fastening themselves to the gorund below, she let her mind wander. She pondered for a good while about the other wolves in the pack.

Carbo.. her heart fluttered. her sweet, wonderful mate. Everything she could want or hope for in life. Her reason for being and staying strong.

Faith. So kind and Axiomatic. The perfect pup sitter, and a best of friends.

Odin, now, he was a tough one. Four paws onthe ground, no doubt. Intelligent and strong, a great hunter and valuble pack addition.

Chaos, so mysterious, yet, captivating in her ways. tyri was constantly aware of her, and wished for her prescense more often. She knew it would likely not be granted though.

Loki, a new addition to the pack. Wise and strong hearted. he seemed kind as well, but more was to be learned of him.

And now, possibly, this new female?

Tyri, remembering her duty at hand shook a bit of snow off her placid muzzle, and lowered her head as she trotted toward the female, stopping shortly in front of her. she eyed her cautiously, then let her tail wag softly with a friendly smile.

" Are you feeling better? "

Deuce's vision started to blur as he walked towards the entrance to the den. As he walked closer to the exit his stomach started to growl loudly as he swayed back and forth. The slick snow caused him to fall and he tried to rise up back onto his feet but failed. He growled at his own weakness and forced himself to get up onto his feet. The look on his face was angry mainly at himself for showing weakness in front of Tyri, the Alpha female. He trotted off with his stomach growling until he believes he is out of sight. As the den grew smaller as he looked back at the others, he collapsed from stress and hunger. His eyes slowly closed but he kept awake and tried to get back to his feet failing this time and slowly being covered in a thin layer of snow.

((Your wolf's name is Loki, Survivor01 and Tyri is only Beta 🙂))

Carbo stood up, above Odin where he laid on the ground. He pushed him rough with his front paw to wake him up..

"My time of thinking is over.. We're going for one final hunt as owners of this den.. Tomorrow, we will be leaving" He said, walking trough the den. He nudged the males of the pack one by one as they got up. Some were too visibly too weak to fight and hunt, and he ignored those wolves. He only picked the strongest ones.

Those he had nudged with his paw were possible hunters, but far from chosen, as he spoke.

"Anyone who possess the strength to hunt will join me for one final hunting session in these woods.. Tomorrow we will commence a migration away from here, away from the war and the human poachers.. Only the strongest and spry shall come hunt with me.. The rest will take care of our wounded and tired ones.. We still have some of that deer remaining" He paused, recalling the moose. Unfortunatly would it not be enough. They'd have to pick it on the way back.

"I need volunteers to both come, and stay" He said, starting slowly walking away from the den. In a slow rate, to make sure that the volunteered hunters would follow him and so that he could see who would stay with the rest of the pack. He stopped as he walked past Tyri and the new wolf. The new one seemed quite distant. She was tired and hungry. He decided to save her energy and not introduce himself yet. Instead, he stroke his body against Tyri and licked her on the muzzle and then the tip of the nose, before slowly walking past her and away from the den and camp.

((Sorry so many RP's have been killing my mind 🙁 )

Loki forced himself to his feetand with new found vigor started to run into the forest. As he neared a large rock he stopped shortly and let out a heart-chilling howl. Rage flashed through his eyes as he started to run towards the den. His new found anger seemed to fuel him as he stood at the motuh of the den in front of Carbo. His lips slid into a frightening smile as he spoke out to Carbo. "I will join you on this hunt if you permit me." His voice seemed different, Darker than he normally was. This seemed to be a momentary burst of strength and it seemed he would not be able to keep it up for more than a few hours.

"Right then. Hunting it is." Odin carefully jumped down from where he was laying and slowly made his way over. "But I don't know if I can hunt very well with my foot in this condition, but I'll try." Odin followed the rest of the hunting group, but stared back as Tyri and some of the other females were either watching them leave or go about their business. He smiled briefly and limped slowly off to catch up with the other hunters.

As he entered the forest, he could barely see any deer or elk packs. The ones he could find however, noticed him limp running and dashed off. He sighed in dissapointment and kept trying until he found an injured one which was walking. Once he got close enough he jumped on his prey, sinking his teeth and claws into it's back until it flopped over dead.

Loki watched what Odin had done to provide food for the pack. He walked up behind him and spoke directly to him. "What you are doing is honorable but you are not in a condition to do too much hunting." After speaking he walks ahead looking for prey. Spotting a very large deer he sneaks up from behind a bush and leaps onto its back. Sinking his claws deeply into its flesh made it angry and its started to try and throw him from his back. He started to bite at the deer and shredded it flesh but the deer threw him. Shaking himself off and running after the fleeing deer, his wound is open and bleeding but the bloodrush keeps him going. He cathces up to the deer again and leaps back onto it but sliding slightly onto its side coming dangferously near the ground and its hooves. Ina fit of rage he tears part of its muscle in its right front leg forcing it to the ground. He vicioulsy tears at its neck until its quits moving and lays lifeless on the ground. The wound on his shoulder forces him to have a slight limp when he walks.

Maya Looked at the slim wolf with the silver coat and lowered her head in honour.

"I am Maya and I thank you for the shelter and the food" Maya said not looking directly at the wolf. Maya's mother had always taught her to show her respect with other packs, it would be a sign that you are not their enemy.

Maya raised her muzzle slightly and said. " I am feeling slightly better, it is just my side that hurts now. The human that did this are very cruel."

"I will do what I must, Loki. Everyone must provide enough food for our journey. It will be long and full of danger, so we will need it." Odin grabbed the deer by it's antlers and threw it on his back, making his way back to the den. He looked back for a split second. "I just hope you do the same."

As he made his way back, he stopped momentarily to give his foot a rest. Some of the other wolves would pass him, carrying their own meat back to the den. He felt ashamed trying to carry a full grown 'injured' dear back to the den with his foot all mashed up.

Loki knew that he couldn't carry the deer on his back especially due to the fresh wound on his shoulder. Grabbing the antler he pulled with all he could and the deer moved but it would be a long process to get it back tot he den. Closing his eys and putting strain on his shoulder forced the deer's carcas to move a long stretch of snow. Collapsing from the strain Loki looked up at the stars and got back up and drug the deer farther up until the den was in sight. He began to growl at his own weakness and drug the large deer into the den all the way into the chamber were the food was stored. Loki collapsed and breathed very irregularly. Laying on his side he rests.

Smiling softly Tyri stepped alittle closer, letting her ears swivel side to side momentarily. Her mouth hung open slightly, and she kindly wagged her tail for just a moment before letting it rest.Her smile was welcoming, kind. diligent, keen, but she still held an air of authority. Her muscles were relaxed, and her slim contours held a knowing posture. She let her gaze lock onto Maya's for just a moment, then let it slip off as she heard her mate's voice. For a short moment her tail wagged, and her ears flicked as she raised her head. She then turned her attention back t Maya and closed her eyes shortly before reopening them, the vivid silver pools finding the other female's intense blue ones.

" Oh, think nothing of it maya. I would never have even thought of leaving you to the devices of nature, or the humans. "

She paused then, and sighed at length.

" Unfortunately our lands have been becoming more and More plagued with them. They overtake us, take our food, our lives, slaughtering us needlessly, and , for what? "

Tyri's gaze turned glassy, and distant. Her voice was far off and unattuned. Shaking her head the wolfess smiled once more.

" Im sorry, it's just that we have lost both our alpha's to the hands of humans lately.. now, if you'll excuse me..."

With that the diligent silver wolf trotted gracefully over to Carbo. Smiling she kindly and lovingly licked his cheek, nuzzling her nose against his broad, jet black shoulder. Her tail wagged freely and her ears fell back as she nuzzled her head over his.

" I'll stay behind and keep an eye on the others, and the den. You be careful. "

She looked then , toward Odin who was half hobbling toward the den. He still looked quite beat up from the fight earlier. momentarily Tyri scanned him with her eyes. She eyes his face, legs, ribs, tail, and paws, and sat when satisfied. A few cuts,bruises,limps,maybe a hurt pride, would all heal perfectly in due time. She was only a little worried about how he would handle the journey she knew was upcoming...and here it was, the final hunt. a wash of excitement, nervousness, confusion, fear, and hope all washed over young Tyri, and she knew she would have alot on her shoulders for a while...she was so glad for her pack, who she knew still carried all the strength of the silver pack and it's entirety.

The moon shown brightly on Khaz's silvery white pelt when he caught the scent of the other Wolves. The Dragga had obviously marked their hunting territory, and he had violated the code by not asking Tratto's Blessing. He sighed... He hadn't kept to the code much these days... Perhaps the wolves could help?

Quickly, he found the lodgings of the wolves. There seemed to be four, at least that's what he could see, and most seemed tough, except for an injured one. The moon was full behind Khaz as he descended the hill and came to the clearing around the den. He was in full view of what looked to be the Alphas, and he just stood, waiting to be acknowledged.

Loki looked at Khaz momentarily as he drug the meat farther into the den. He moved his head as to say go in because his mouth was full dragging the kill. He drags it all the way to the back where the rest of his kill was. Splitting the animal saved time and allowed it to be easily carried back. He tried to just ignore the pain in his shoulder but it wasn't getting any better so he layed down to wait for it to heal even the slightest. He watches the pups and the rest of the wolves in the den.

Odin arrived back at the den and layed down what he had caught before making his way to the other side of the den and laying down alone. He watched as others of the pack cared for the sick or injured, and the families who cared for their young ones. What really concerned him was about how the young ones will survive the journey.

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Then he thought about his past. He remembered playing out in the snow this same time many years ago. People would run once they saw him coming, and he would hear parents mutter "I told you to stay away from him". Occasionally he heard "Weakling!" or "Freak!" come out of some of the youngsters.

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Odin shook off the thought of it and sighed unhappily. "No one understands me, and they never will." He muttered aloud to anyone in perticular

Faith tucked the last pup in to sleep and nuzzled it with her nose for a few moments. She gave out a yawn as she turned to the den. She looked back at the pile of pups in the deepest part of the den and she gave out a sighing smile. She walked slowly up to the rest of the pack and Maya. With gentle, light steps she approached her and sniffed her carefully. "My name is Faith" She said gentle and quietly, not to overdo the limitations of the weak wolf. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked it in general, not only directed to Maya, but to the entire pack.

Maya looked up at the wolf who approached her.

'Hi Faith' Maya said with her tail slowly wagging. 'I am called Maya, it is very warm here in the den. I am just afraid that my wound will not heal as quickly as I would like it to be.'

Maya lifted her head a bit and said. 'Who is that wolf over there?' She said looking at the wolf at the back of the den. (odin)

"Just give it time. There is no need to worry, as you seem rather healthy, considering the situation. You will recover just fine." She paused and sat down next to Maya. She looked into those pretty eyes and gazed over the shiny fur. "But, if you like, I could take a look at that wound of yours. I am used at dealing with injuries" She said with a smile on her face and laid down next to Maya, looking her straight onto the face. She was indeed a pretty wolf, and a wolf that Faith believed would be interesting getting to know better.

Maya looked at the kind wolf as she sat down. Then took a glance at her wound. 'If you feel you can do anything about it i would welcome it. That wolf with the outburst why is he like that? He comes across as a bit troubled.'

Maya's eyes fell on the other wolf and she let out a quiet whimper, he reminded her of one of the wolves from her pack and she realised she was missing home.