Feral Heart

Tamara looked at the huntress and the pup with a fond smile, her eyes crinkling a little as their game began. Even though she seemed distracted she was in fact paying attention to the entirety of the den area, ready in case there was any danger lurking nearby. Then her ears cocked to the side as a howl echoed over the mountains and trees, her head turned it that direction. She listened carefully then shrugged, this was no summons for the warriors. She turned towards Siphon and the pup looking a bit apologetic for having to break up their play, "Wasn't that the alpha calling? Perhaps you're needed for a hunt." ((see Ny's post))

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Jaeger raised his head and halted his romp through the forest as Nysara's call echoed through the trees. He had to restrain himself from moving towards the sound, he was supposed to be a warrior now, not a hunter. But he wanted to hunt, wanted to howl to the wind and race after the retreating prey.

With a sad sigh he turned and continued the patrol towards the den sites, still able to find no trace of their enemies.

((lol, it's short cause it's not supposed to be here anymore, just wanted to make a response in case we have to drop this rp and start another one in the other site.  Now I'm off to there to sign in/up.

The last of the fog was burned off as the sun summoned a stifling heat to fill the air. The storm that lurked on the horizon sent a few meager wafts of wind over the den site, but seemed determined to otherwise pass them by. Maybe later the clouds and the rain and the thunder would be driven towards them, but for now it remained a distant threat.


Tamara glanced up at the huntress as Siphon approached where she stood near the pup's den. She raised an eyebrow at the hare that was dropped before her and her mouth watered at the smell of it, "I believe the pups still slumber, and I would not presume to eat before the rest of the pack." She shook her head a little, reminding herself of the need for manners, and smiled politely. "Thank you though, it was generous of you to offer your kill."


She tilted her head at the other she-wolf, cocking her ears curiously,  "I don't pretend to keep track of the hunters, but are you new? I've never seen you before." The warrior wolf sat silently, gazing at the other with her golden eyes. She cast one longing thought to the pups, but decided against trying to wake them for some training. It might have been past morning, but pups still needed their sleep.


((@Siphon, as I've told Ny: don't appologize for the length, at least you're writing.
  @Bijoux: you've got it posted. Yay, Ny will probably read it tomorrow, she's usually on the same time she was on today.))

((erm Siphon. It wasn't the alpha that Jaeger was arguing with))

The fog had finally risen above the treetops, leaving the hard packed trails visible to the pair of wolves that loped through the forest. The sounds of the birds, which had been muted during the misty dawn, rose in full force to echo among the branches of the pine trees. The air was still thick with moisture, and the sense of rain and lightning itched somewhere on the distant horizon. The ground was losing the muddy feel as, freed of the fog, it dried beneath the risen sun. The morning chill still clung to the air, making the wolves' breath mist in the air before them.


As he moved among the trees Jaeger constantly had to remind himself to slow down, that Crow was a warrior built for battle and not for traveling long distances at such a harsh pace. Though the other wolf never complained when the beta forgot that, Jaeger still felt guilty whenever he noticed his pack mate breathing a bit too heavily. His eyes darted about as he ran, looking for signs that their enemies had been about. It wasn't much different from hunting, just the prey was liable to hunt him in return instead of fleeing from his presence.


They ran silently along the border of the territory, saving their breath for when it was truly necessary. There were no new markings upon the trees, no evidence that their enemies had yet again encroached on the pack's land. The absence of activity from the rival pack caused Jaeger's hackles to rise. 'What are they planning?' he wondered silently to himself, 'what schemes has their leader thought up this time?'


He'd have to order more patrols, this stillness from their enemies could only mean trouble. With a motion to Crow he headed back towards the den site, glancing distrustfully over his shoulder towards where he knew the enemies lurked in their own dens.

((anyone know if Crow is coming to the rp? Because I don't wanna say what he does if he's here to do it...If that makes any sense))


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((Hey Ny, just let me know if you don't want me acting as the other warriors or if you want character sheets for them. Oh, and could Tamara be Nishe's niece or something? That is if you allow me to keep her. Because my excuse for her rudeness is that she thinks Nishe should have been beta))

Tamara grumbled as she sat on the warriors' den, looking out over the other dens for any sight of danger. She flicked her ears towards the hunters den, watching silently as Siphon left to take up the hunt. "Stupid Beta," she muttered, though in truth she couldn't truly blame him. It wasn't his fault that Nishe didn't take the beta position. She glanced towards the mountains, almost wishing that a bear or cougar would climb down from the tops just so she'd have something to do.

She shrugged as she rose, then jumped to the grass below. She took a few steps towards the cubs' den, peering inside to see if any of the little ones were awake. She wasn't a mother herself, but she always took pleasure in helping to train them in the skills they would need later in life.

((Mina wanna play with Tamara? I promise she's only snappy towards Jaeger))

Jaeger stood atop the beta den as he had since he'd spotted the first tendrils of mist sneaking down from the distant mountain tops. His eyes shined, his ears perked forward, and he keenly watch the mass of fog lighten as the sun peeked over the currently invisible horizon. His tail swished through the mist behind him and he grinned, breathing in the wetness that clung to the air. He loved fog. Loved the way it crept over the land and dampered the song of the birds that rose from their warm nests to greet the hazy, white filled dawn. It made things hard to see, smell or otherwise detect but that was half the fun of it. Finding and taking down prey in this type of weather seemed folly to most wolves but to him it was an testament to skill and to the ability to understand and predict the wilderness. It was days like this that were the reason he occasionally ran the more common hunting trails with his eyes closed, so that his paws memorized the placement of every root and bramble; so that he knew the position of every low hanging branch and could guess the instant that he needed to duck.


Clouds rolled around him, the fog almost thick enough to feel like water against his pelt. He resisted the urge to shake the moisture off, letting it settle until droplets slicked down the long strands of fur on his back. Not even the cold bothered him now, he felt it, but it was diminished like the barely audible sounds that filled the morning. Compared to some of the winters he'd experienced the chill of the fog felt like a pleasantly cool breeze, only a little bracing.


He focused on the sounds of the birds whistling, wondering which ones were desperately lost and which ones were, like him, enjoying the echo of their voice through the mist. He peered into the thick curtain of fog, almost able to see them flitting among the darker shapes of the trees. Then the fog rolled over and he was left staring into the endless whiteness. He stared at the swirls and tendrils of mist, trying to pick out shapes and imagining them to be spirits visiting the earth one last time before they went beyond. Silly fanciful thoughts, but embarrassment couldn't cling to him while he stood unseen in the fog with all the pack unaware of his morning daydream.


His head turned towards the alphas' den as he heard the muted sound of Ny's howl, he responded with an excited bark, leaping from the top of his den towards the ground that was somewhere in the white below. For one brief instant he was hit with the fear that the earth had dissolved into the fog, but then he landed nimbly and sighing with relief, made his way unswervingly towards where he knew her den to be. The grass beneath his paws was as soaked by the dew as his fur. He shivered with pent up energy, eager to be out running in the cold and the wet.


(( I write long? what? and hey Ny, Jaeger was originally meant as a beta/hunter, not a warrior. But I'm fine with him acting as leader for the warriors until we have an alpha male to take over that job))