Cutter

Why cant You Ever See?

The black male trotted to the Canyon his black hide bleeding and torn but he made no signs of ever stopping. It was as if he was a machine, never quitting, constant motion. As he leaped onto a large rock outcropping he stood for a moment and watched then leaped once more constantly going up the canyon wall. When he reached the top he stood, bright blue eyes never wavering from the valley below. He was Cutter a member of the Death Pack, a dark individual who knew his way around and he knew his way around well. He knew who was enemy and who was foe, he knew that Aaka was alive and she needed to die. He howled to his brother Depression and when he got an answering call from Galars Marsh the massive male lay down and stared into the valley below as if he was watching for someone in particular but who even he didnt know.

I tried So Hard And Got So Far But In The End It Doesnt Even Matter

Kraai

A dark form, quite as dark as the wolf himself, came flickering through the spars trees of the canyon top. Two ebony wings pulled back before shutting completely as the raven landed, perching on a tall-standing boulder next to Cutter. "Been in a recent fight?" Kraai spoke up, bobbing his head once, then tilting it to the side. His shiny eyes, so jet-black and beady, held powerful sight. Not so strong as the falcons, but it was certainly one of the best.

Cutter

Cutter turned and looked at Kraii but then he turned back staring into the Canyon below. "Yes." His only word as he lay there still as a statue once more. When he had been younger Cutter had wondered what it would be like to fly. To soar above everyone else and have such...Power. Such freedom that only he would feel. But he had grown out of it and had known that even when he grew up he would be wolf. Always lupine. He said softly "And what brings you here feathered one?" He didnt say friend as some might but one. He didnt want to get close to the bird for fear that if the bird died he would be heartbroken.

Kraai

Kraai watched Cutter carefully for a moment, trying to decide what sort of status this wolf held. Although the raven took an instant liking to the lupine, he fell back on the words of his old mentor, Nez Wolfru. Dominance is danger, Submission is sought, Tag and tail, Eyes will tell. Cutter didn't seem particularly dominant or submissive, nor did he look like one to 'play' with. Like a shadow, the raven fluttered away from the safety of the rock perch and landed on the ground nearer to the wolf. "I was hoping to find some help? It would be benefitial to us both." He spoke up, taking a few bobbing steps nearer to Cutter. "I'm Kraai-Arvinru-Aandag, by the way. Kraai for short."

Cutter

He looked to Kraii and his mind worked fast wheels clicking. The feathered one needed help? Well alright if it would benefit him. "What is it that you need, Kraai?" The silver male stared at the raven his ice blues orbs seemingly like a cold dark abyss ready to swallow up any that got to near. But then the male turned away and looked back over the Valley. He would never show submission but he also never showed dominance. The male was equal and his pack leader respected that. Diseased was cool about things like that. Cutter wondered to himself where his pack was and he prayed that one of his packmates, Insanity, had gotten himself in trouble again.

Kraai

Kraai had contemplated moving closer, but after a look at Cutter's eyes, the raven held back. "There is a sheep at the pasture; an older ewe. My clan has managed to blind the creature and seclude it to the furthest corner of the pasture... but we cannot kill it on our own." The raven took a quick look around, for his ears weren't the best at detecting sounds, so he relied mostly on his eyes for detecting dangers. "It would be very helpful if you could kill the sheep; I can watch for danger, for I can see clear to the house and beyond and be sure that no danger comes your way."

Cutter

He stared ahead for a moment then slowly and silently he stood. "Alright." He said in his cold voice. The grey male began to trot away heading to the sheep pasture. Now he could finally eat something. His pack hadnt been hunting for awhile and the male was hungry.

Kraai

"Good, I'll show you where..." The raven sweeped his four-foot wingspan against the air, lifting his dark body high above the ground. Keeping his pace with that of Cutter, Kraai headed for the Sheep Pasture.