Feral Heart

Chase drew the corner of her mouth back at that males response. She paused momentarily and mused over her entire situation. Maybe being un-compliant was not the best of ideas. The thought of being a prisoner made her irritable, but to survive I guess the smartest thing to do was be as compliant and obedient as possible. Chase wasn't stupid, she was just young, inexperienced.
A sigh escaped her maw, 'My name's Chase...', she divulged. She craned her head and perked her large ears forwards as her eyes met with his. "What's your name?" she asked, tilting her head and forcing herself to sound chirpy.
She restrained herself from any emotion as the blue pelted wolf took care of her wounds, even though she desperately wanted to at the very least whimper. But she didn't. She merely scrunched her eyes and wrinkled her snout. But not a sound passed her muzzle.
"I don't understand... Why do you guys go lookin' and hunting for fellow wolves? Surely you're not cannibals? There's plenty of prey here in these woods." bewilderment was clear in her expression, her tone was uneasy and shaky despite her best efforts to compose herself.

User name: Skull Kid
Character name: Aldus AVP
Screenshot: Species:
White Barbary Lion
Gender: Male
Age: 4
Description: Aldus has an almost immaculate white pelt. He has very pale blue, almost white, orbs and a pink nose.
Personality: He's quite spiritual, calm and knowledgeable. Shaman-like. He can be very energetic. Has a very likeable personality and is generally very friendly and helpful. He's pretty much a good-do-er.
History: Aldus has a pretty boring history. He was raised in a pride full of barbary lions, his mother was a carrier in the white gene, producing him, a lone child. He grew up and eventually it came time for him to leave home and start his own pride or join a new.
Mate/Offspring: N/A
Loner/Looking to join pride/pack?: Looking to start/join a lion Pride.
Your character is best at?(Optional): Aldus is very wise. He's good at dictating and helping others. He does however also have brute strength which comes handy in combat.
RP sample: Aldus kept low to ground, as low as possible. His pelt was always a hindrance when it came to  hunting. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but zebra grazing in thick, dried out brush was a perfect, impassible opportunity. He craned his neck slightly and sharply, thrusting his white mane away from his eyes. He was down wind, so he could get as close as possible to the zebra without being detected. He made not a sound as he travelled closer and closer. If he could just get close enough to grab one of the equines with his large claws he would have it in the bag. His large muscular stature made him not the quickest of beasts.
He was now merely meters away from an unsuspecting grazing zebra. The only problem was he was directly behind it's rear quarters. It's deadly, powerful hind legs. He picked up his pace, swerving side ways as to avoid its hinds. Feeling he was close enough the large white male leapt from the brush and wrapped his strong forelimbs around the neck of the prey. His claws pierced through it's skin with ease as he proceeded to grasp it with his jaws, around the gullet of the frantic zebra. The weight of his body on its vertabrae limited its struggle severely, making it an easy win for him. With a great sidewards thrust of his dome, he twisted it's neck. SNAP ... The zebra fell to the floor with an almighty thud. The large white male stood proud as the dust cleared from around him and the corpse of the equine. Aldus would most certainly be eating tonight.

The coal coloured juvenile hung from the silver males jaws like a dead rabbit. She didn't even attempt to hold herself up anymore. Displeased at herself, she had eventually given up her struggle- not that it would've gotten her anywhere anyway. Her brows were down, hackles raised and teeth still bared as she examined over the rest of the wolves that gathered around her, giving them unpleasant glares as she did so. She voiced a disapproving and enraged growl as she listened to the wolves speak of her being used as a dummy. She wasn't a possession. He had no right to take her anywhere against her own will. Chase decided there and then, to be as uncooperative as possible. He wasn't the boss of her.

The she-wolf flinched as she was shunted aside. She rolled onto her side facing the large male but sill gave no eye contact. She paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not to get up. He clearly wasn't a friendly chap.
"I-I'm sorry ... " she stammered, her voice was soft and very quiet. She took a gulp as she slowly and awkwardly shuffled onto her haunches. She kept her head low and stared at her paws. She flicked her bushy tail so it curled around the thigh of her leg and she looked up at him. "I'm not a violent dog." she barked at him, slight remorse in her tone. "You can't go around just lookin' for pointless fights all the time ya know!" Chase lectured. She narrowed her eyes as they met the males amber orbs. Chase was young, naive and didn't comprehend how deadly the situation actually was that she was in. She lowered her brow and got onto all fours, "Now, good day, sir." she declared in a very condescending tone before proceeding past the stranger.

Chase slowed her sprint to a trot then gradually slowly began to stop as she neared a lone male, her attention was then averted to a moving pack of wolves not far from the male. She craned her head and watched, trying to muse over what was going on. She could sense tension in the air so stayed low and well back to examine the other canines. She was a nervous dog and didn't do too well with words resulting in her putting her foot, or paw, in this case, in her mouth the majority of the time.