Crucifix

Crucifix needed to get new members. Sure his pack was huge but he wanted them bigger. He wanted the valley to fear him and his pack like they did the Shadow Haunters. He padded through the wooded area of Solougvien downs marking his land and occasionally releasing a howl to call for anyone. His tail above his back as he moved.

Promise

Promise was near his borders already, not yet noticing how close she had come to a pack. She was eating some meat she had stole from a humans’ trash. She was mixed, mostly wolf with a hint of husky. The wolfess was full grown, her form mostly white with gray smidges throughout her coat. Promise has dark brown strips on the back of her ears and on her maw. Her soul gates were brown and she weighed a hundred thirty five pounds. When she finished eating, she rolled over and wiggled as she got rid of most of the human scent that still clung to her. She had yet to notice the male marking the border nearby, and he hadn’t howled recently or she would have heard the melody. She should of smelled his borders, but the scent of human and meat had overridden her sense of smell.

Crucifix

Crucifix had been injured in a hunt and so for temporarily measure Black Plaque his sister was now alpha but she would step down when he was ready to return. He still marked the borders t ohellp her out like the rest of the pack did. He stopped when he smelt someone that was unfamiliar and he movedi n her direction. A limp in his back leg as he moved toward her.who are you!He demanded.

Promise

Promise sensed she was no loonger alone as she rolled around to get the scent of human off of her. She laid back on her stomach and was about to stand up when she saw the large male only a short distance from her. So she stayed in place as she watched him close the distance. There was an obvious limp to his walk, making her wonder if she coudl fight him if he proved troublesome, but his larger frame had her doubting herself. His demanding tone had her tilting her head to the side slightly. Why was he acting like she had offended him? It was then that she caught a small whiff of the border. Her nose quivered as it took in the scent of his territory. No wonder he was slightly hostile, she had offended him. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I crossed your border. I'm Promise. The loner spoke up while keeping her head lowered out of respect. She spotted his injured limb but said nothing of it as she returned her gaze back to his face. She had barely crossed the border, but she had crossed it none the less. How much trouble was she in?