Aspen Mist

He carefully makes his way up the steep climb, glancing back every so often to make sure Imber was there. After Aspen Mist reached the top, panting lightly, he stepped up to the cliff's edge and peered off. The winds ruffled his fur and made it a little difficult to hear, but it was a very view.

Imber

Imber follows Aspen Mist carefully, and when she reached him at the cliffs edge, she noticed the beautiful view. It took her breath away to be up so high, and the sun glistened across the rocks. "So this is the Canyon?" Imber asks, still looking over the edge.

Aspen Mist

He nods and looks down. "This is one of my favorite places to come." He watches some caribou race across the land below, being chased by a grizzly bear. He doesn't see any other wolves though, but is sure they're around. With a deep breath, he lets out a ringing howl that echoes off the cliff faces to sound like a large pack of wolves singing.

Imber

Imber smiles at the pure tone of Aspen Mist's voice, and lets out her own howl, following his example. She hears it echo, and it mingles with the echo of Aspen Mist's voice. She sits down and looks up, birds soar across the blue sky, and the sun beats down on the two wolves.

Lilac

Hearing the howls from the valley below, the lithe she-wolf puts forth her own song, asking to join their pack.

Imber

Imber howls in reply to Lilac, and looks over at Aspen Mist with a questioning glance. "Should we accept her?"

Aspen Mist

Having listened carefully to her howl, he ponders for a moment, then says, "I think she would be a good addition to our pack, but we'd better see her first." He howls back briefly, asking Lilac to come up so they can see her.

Lilac

She gladly makes her way to the cliff and begins to carefully climb to the top. She is a medium gray with different shades of black and gray markings around her head and back. She is slightly small, and three years old. When she makes it to the top and sees Imber and Aspen Mist, Lilac respectfully holds up one front paw and takes a few small steps forward, acknowledging their status.

Imber

Imber nods to Aspen mist and watches the femme wolf climb the cliff. When she arrives, Imber acknowledges her with a nod and carefully circles her. "From where have you come, Lilac?" Imber asks out of pure curiosity, and the wind ruffles her brown, gray and white fur.

Lilac

"I have come from a pack about two hundred miles from Sparkling Creek Valley. My pack was ten strong, and I left a year ago and have been packless since." she watches the two alphas thoughtfully and takes in different scents to learn more about them.

Imber

Imber shifts her head to one side and studies the female again. "Such a long way you have traveled." The alpha says, "You look weary and must be thirsty. We *could* use another member to our ranks..." She trails off and side glances Aspen Mist, silently asking his opinion.

Aspen Mist

He catches the look, and nods lightly. Another young member would begin to close the gap on the Sedge Creek's number.

Imber

Imber lets a small grin come across her young features in delight. "So our number has grown," She says, looking at the new wolf. "You, of course, will be welcome with us. For now, your rank is undecided." She smiles and lets out a howl across the canyon...

Lilac

Lilac rubs lightly against her new alphas to let their scent permeate her light coat and make her one of them. She then sits back and lets out a small howl.

Imber

Imber shows a toothy smile and turns to Lilac again. "Aspen Mist was just showing me around as you came." She said, "You can join us...for the tour." She says, "That is, if you wish."

Aspen Mist

"Should we try a hunt? I haven't eaten for a while, and my caches are nearly empty." He braces as a strong wind barrels over their cliff, blowing up bits of dirt and bringing up different scent messages.

Aquila

The old wolf cautiously approaches the three. He had already been accepted into their pack, but he had not yet met the alpha male, or Lilac.

Aspen Mist

He watches the wolf, puzzled at first on why he was approaching them without hesitation. Then he catches the faint sent of Imber around Aquila, and realizes she must have met him earlier. He wags his tail once in greeting.

Imber

Imber turns to Aspen Mist, 'I met him between the pack lands, and we discussed earlier...' She stops and pauses for a moment, considering her choice of words, 'we decided that a stronger pack would do well.' The air around her blows as the wind picks up, 'and yes, I think that a hunt would be a good idea, I am quite hungry...it would be good of us.'

Aspen Mist

He looks thoughtfully to the valley below; their pack is growing stronger, even though Aquila is old. Turning his thoughts back to the hunt, Aspen Mist speaks, "I can smell a herd a musk oxen, a moose, and something else... but what I don't know. A moose is dangerous prey, but the Sedge Creek pack is near the musk oxen. What would you like to go for? Or can anyone pick up any other scents?" he asks.

Imber

Imber lifts her head to smell the wind, and tosses her head to one side lightly, then back and forth. 'The Tall Grass Prairie is abundant with game...maybe we could find some big prey there." She looks to Aspen Mist and shrugs thoughtfully.

Aspen Mist

He tests the winds again and nods, "That would be a good place to hunt." he uses a tail command to tell Lilac and Aquila to follow, then carefully begins to navigate his way back down the cliff, allow Imber to lead if she wishes.

Imber

Imber follows Aspen Mist down the cliff, allowing him to lead.