Silver

A thin stringy white she-wolf watched a pack with a longing. Her silver ruff glittering like fresh fallen snow. Her paws left a six toed print at each step she made. Sitting outside of the Pyrola border, she lowered herself and rolled onto her back. Tail tucked against her stomach, Silver gave a small whine.

Ridged Edge

Brute perked up as he heard the sound of a uknown call. Limbs began to carry him towards the no wolf zone, he stifined up as he saw her, hackles raised, along with his banner. Tricks, he thought to himself. Edge stopped a few feet from the dove and emitted a sharp bark for her to rise.

Silver

Silver watched this male and rose to her long legs swiftly. Her grace was that of a athlete. She cocked her head and thumped her abnormally large paws on the ground in greetings. Her olive eyes stared at his tail, she woofed lightly and lowered her own.

Ridged Edge

Brute walked towards her, fangs bared, nares opened sniffed her. "Who are you?" He snarled at her. "I'm Ridged Edge, alpha of Pyrola." Again he moved closer to her. "Only the ones who are willing fight till death and ones that are strong may join my pack. If you are weak, you should think twice." ONce again he snarled. Dark pools trailing over her, then beyond her.

Silver

Femme watched him and bowed her head to a arch. "I am Silver. My strength is decided in my head, my body is lean as I run like the wind. I wont brag so if you see me fit, then I am strong; otherwise I am what you think." Silver twitched as she spoke. Her eyes on the ground.