Leader: Singa

Commander:: Kovu

Warriors:

Trainees: Adder

Elders:Burnt Regrets

Pups:

Prisoners: Maisy

Singa led her pack across the rocky terrain, her head lifted high with pride and glimmering bloodlust in her veins. Beside her trotted her commander, Kovu, and her pratically mate, his head held just under Singa's. Two other wolves, the only survivours from the bloody battle against the Liberty seekers last season, no pups had been born for Singa would not let pups slow her dow as she looked for some members. Singa could smell the prey in the area, but she mainly feasted on her own blood, wolves and dogs like her. If they couldn't find them they'd eat what normal wolves would, rodents, deer any game they can find "Let us look for members here, Kovu. Adder, go seek around the place no more then a mile. Regret, we are stopping, you may rest. Prisoner Maisy, watch Regret." The leader said looking across the terrain and letting her pack rest. They had traveled far since the attack from the Liberty seekers, Regret, the elder and the reason of the outlaws, was probably the wisest and best storyteller in the world. Singa watched as Regret's practically collasped in the line layer of snow and pine needles under a evergreen tree, panting heavily as she listened to the area.

"Singa...tonight is a full moon." Regret mumbled, Singa snorted.

"Ahaha, Regret, you and your prophecies. Maisy, make sure Regret doesn't wander off...I trust you enough" Singa sighed, looking at the prisoner, a one-year-old Australian Cattle Dog. The prisoner gave Singa a hard look but nodded. "Good."

Maisy had been a prisoner ever since she'd gone against Singa during the battle against the Liberty seekers, as a six month old pup. Singa had sent her pups against the younger Libery seekers, Maisy, driven by fear, attacked Adder because she knew that the Burnt Regret's outlaws were doing wrong. Little by little Maisy was regaining her trust with Singa.

Adder climbed up a rocky snow mound and looked around, his eyes sweeping down the mountainous terrain as he looked for wolves. Someone else to call members.

The hardest thing to do is to realise your worst fears…

The mountain posed no threat to Draven. Skillfully, the hybrid picked his way put the mountain side, not slipping once. He was thankful to his father for giving him this gift, well, he was, until he slaughtered him. The powerful, multi-blooded canine finally pulled himself up onto a levelled out part at the top of the mountain. Shaking his long, tri-colored fur, Draven yawned. He lazily looked round, expecting to be alone. His sharp eyes caught Adder, on a snow coverd mound. Dravens eyes narrowed. He puffed out his fur to make him seem even more intimidating. It wouldn't make much difference, he was already huge as it was. Draven stood at around 80 cm tall (32”), a pretty big canine. His weight was even more formidable. He was a staggering 70 kg (154 lbs). Draven got his impressive appearance from the three breeds that combined to make him. He was 50% Great Dane, 25% Pyrenean Mountain Dog and 25% Rottweiler. He padded forward, cocking his head to the side, watching Adder through dark eyes. A small smirk latched itself to Draven face. Deciding not to make the first move, Draven stopped a few feet from Adder and sat down. He lifted his head in an arrogant manner, and raised an invisable eyebrow, just to be cocky.

But the sooner you do,
The sooner you’ll know,
That the only thing you have to fear,
Is me.

D R A V E N

Adder saw Draven and gave a shiver. He was older, and much bigger but Adder had been trained by Singa, the bloodthirsty fae with a sharp attitude. Adder looked at Draven with coldly, yet in a kind manner. "Who are you?" Adder questioned gruffly, cocking his head slightly.

Draven smirked inwardly, noting Adder's hesitant reaction. Lifting his head arrogantly, Draven began to saunter towards him, a malicious glint in his eye. Cruedly flashing his tongue over his sharp fangs as he yawned, the huge hybrid stopped a few feet in front of Adder and smirked. I am Draven, Son to Tharrack and Lymana, and you are?

The triple cross breed cocked an invisable eyebrow as he raised himself up to his full height. He puffed out his fur to make him even more intimidating as he lifted his head in arrogant dominance.

Adder looked at Draven kindly, looking beyond the hybrid's self cofidence and into its eyes deeply. "I'm Adder, son of Darka and Numa. Adopted son of Singa, leader of Burnt Regret's Outlaws. I am one of the trainees, waiting until I'm old enough to become one of their warriors." Adder informed, looking away. "Nice to meet you Drave."

Draven returned Adder’s gaze, but the huge hybrid’s eyes were cold and dangerous. Still maintaining his cocky and arrogant attitude, Draven cocked his head, his powerful body relaxing slightly as Adder seemed to become friendlier. There was no hint of this in Draven, the hybrid merely smirked. Of course it is. So your part of the ‘Burnt Regrets Outlaws’? How very peculiar, never heard of you lot before. His voice was very condescending, almost as if he was mocking Adder. Your not a very good lookout Adder. I could be out to slaughter you for all you know. Surely you know the first rule when you meet someone you don’t know is to call your pack over in case they’re an enemy. Shaking his head, Draven tutted, a flicker of malice flashed in his eye. So, Do I get to meet this ‘Singa’ then, or not?

Adder swished his tail, giving Draven a cold stare at his words. Argh Adder! Singa would have your throat if she heard his words! Their true. Adder then gave a soft nod. "If you follow me, Draven." Adder said slightly roughly, tone edged with anger. Adder was not mad at Draven, oh no, but at himself. For being so foolish on letting the brute tell him his faults, Adder stood up, shaking his fur from snowflakes and motioning for Draven to follow. Adder followd his tracks, waiting for Draven to follow.