Midnight

Midnight padded along the canyon with her sister Moonstar."Moonstar what are you doing,"she asked her sister.

Moonstar had just ran into some bushes.She returned with a rabbit in her jaws."Hunting,"she answer with a smile.She layed down next to her sister to share the rabbit.

Wicked, Crucible & Godspell

Sky illuminated with the glow of the summer sun, a soft breeze tugging at the life-forms on the mesa of the Canyon, peace and serenity entwined itself onto the land. It was hot out, and as much as Wicked disliked being out in the heat with such a thick pelt, who cared. Wicked was leading her adopted brothers up the small path, rocks jutting into her side and creating a great deal of agony. Wicked hopped forward, rocks slipping off the side and cascading down the side with a great deal of sound. "Damn," Wicked gasped, peering down into the stony abyss. Wicked forced herself up the side, skittering onto the mesa with relief. Wicked was afraid of heights, and that path was a death trap just waiting for her. Wicked yawned, rubbing her paws against the canyon rock. Wicked giggled softly, and looked up to see Midnight and Moonstar. "Hey, you!"

Crucible was more of the darker of the three, a loner and more of the edge, Crucible didn't like to be bothered. Following Wicked closely, he bullied her forward as she gaped at the stony abyss. "Go," Crucible snapped, following her quick pace onto the mesa. The wolf rolled his eyes, rubbing his side against a small tree, glaring at Midnight and Moonstar untrustfully. Crucible never liked trusting others, and he wasn't going to let his guard down on these two.

Godspell was last, and the largest of the wolf trio. Godspell was the older brother, being three months older then Crucible and Wicked. The male rounded the rear of the procession, watching out for danger and enemies. But, what enemies would a neutral group have? You could never let your guard down, with rabie-tainted wolves and crazed felines, nothing was ever safe. Godspell could hear Midnight and Moonstar, and he was wary. "Don't talk to them, Wicked," Godspell snarled defensively.

Moonstar

Moonstar looked up when she heard something.Soon she saw three wolves making their way up the canyon.Her maw had stained blood on it from the rabbit."Hi,"she said to Wicked when she called out.Then she looked at the older brother when he snarled at her and Midnight.She was confused.

Exchanging glances with her sister Midnight looked at the trio.Dipping her head in hello, and showing some form of manners and respect.She said nothing though unsure whether or not the male just might bite her head off.Her different colored pelt bristling uncomfortably.Blue orbs watchful as she awaited for some kind of reaction from the three

Wicked, Crucible & Godspell

Wicked snapped her maws at Godspell, hissing under her breath, "Don't tell me what to do." Wicked then squared herself towards Moonstar and Midnight with a spark in her eye. Silver pelt rippled as a soft wind brushed against her, and the Gray Wolf stared at them. "I'm Wicked, these are my brothers Godspell and Crucible." Wicked pointed her muzzle at each male.

Crucible managed a gruff, "Hello," before looking away.

Godspell still glared at the females.

Moonstar

Moonstar smiled at them."Hello its nice to meet you.I am Moonstar and this is my sister Midnight,"she said her voice like waves.

Midnight bowed her head in hello.She watched Crucible and Godspell with curious eyes.