Great Plains (Main Den)

<P><FONT color=white>Phantom flicked his ears and smiled at Sixx. "<STRONG>No need to thank me</STRONG>." The howl. <EM>Her</EM> howl. "<STRONG>Did you hear that... that howl</STRONG>?" The snowy male didn't seem to know if Sixx knew about Ice or not. What were the chances of this being her, back with the pack? Most importantly, with him again. The brute thought she was gone forever so his heart was enclosed in a barier of steal. Frozen in time. Shaking his head now, Phantom spoke out with confustion, "<STRONG>You can smell the pack, correct? Of course you can. Follow it. Once you reach the others, tell them i sent you and i heard her. They will know who she is. They should take the news of a new comer rather easy, since we just came here. There already expecting more loners to wish an acceptence like yourself</STRONG>." Before she could speak, the scout had already taken a few steps away, into the snowy hills. </FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=white>He stopped with all four legs held tightly in the snow. A white pelt was blending in with the snow. "<STRONG>Ice</STRONG>?" he muttered softly with the blowing snow flurry. Could it be? No. Maybe? No. What were the chances of his beloved mate coming back to him? Slim to none. The male kept agruing with himself unti he heard her voice. It was her afterall. The male couldn't move or speak. She suddendly was right in front of him, just like the wind. Ice slammed right into his weight and thick pelt by rubbing into him. The male seemed to be confused still. Maybe this was all a dream. But she spoke. His old mate had promised not to leave him ever again and was seeking an aplolgy. Phantom suddenly rubbed his head onto her's and muttered. "<STRONG>I've missed you so much</STRONG>..."</FONT></P>

Antheia sighed before smirking slightly. By the looks of everyone, they all seemed as if they had a purpose... a purpose with-in the pack. Steadily, the female arose from the dampen earth, stretching her sore legs. Antheia's tail flickered towards right as her light beige lobes perked towards a alarming crunch.

A spark of interest filled the fire deep with in the small Fae's heart. slow but steadily, Antheia trotted deep into the dense forest. A light breeze softly tussled her tan beige pelt as her peds carried her deep. A lingering silhouette caught her wandering gaze off guard in mid-stride. A near by oak tree provided little defense against the wandering figure.

Her soft hazel orbs seemed entranced by the rather large figure. Breaks in the branches high upon the ground gave away to some of the sun's rays. Locked onto the shadow, the sun showed the true form. A multi colored silver Brute trotted through out the territory.

Orik came to dead stop sensing the new wolf lurking behind the tree her hazel eyes starring him down. With that he pondered his next move for any unwise action could be deadly for this wolf had obtained the jump on him. He slowly turned till his pale green eyes came to meet hers and with them he tried to express his kindness. After the first few minutes of dead staring he couldnt help ,but think the female rather stunning bold even to travell alone. However those thoughts were irrevalant at the moment thus so he pushed them to the back of his mind. He slowly strided forward not once breaking his stare and then stopped a few feet from the tree.
"I am no threat i dont unjustly harm another though my bluid may make me appear brutish. I am orik and you are?" Orik spoke smoothly making his calm collected nature audible

"I am no threat i dont unjustly harm another though my bluid may make me appear brutish. I am orik and you are?"


The gaze of his pale jade eyes caught the stare of the Fae's. In his stare, kindness seemed to show deeply. As Antheia flcikered her hazel orbs once again at the Brute, she quickly noticed his size compared to her own. Her rather small frame seemed much like an ant to his. The brute known as Orik spoke his name in a rather gentle tone. Orik..Orik...Orik deep in her wandering thoughts, she repeated his name. Antheia tilted her head slightly as the Brute ever so gingerly strided towards the Female. Orik it seems has asked for her name, much like wolves would do. Snapping back into reality, the Fae turned her attention back once again to the male. "Oh.. please excuse my moment of silence. Orik you say? Reminds me much of a vegetable. Please do call me Antheia" she replied with a quick bow her her head.

Her soft hazel orbs flickered towards the tree tops. Lush, green, and ever so gently swaying to the soft gale. Quiet and peace a perfect time to go for a little adventure, was it not?A faint but noticeable smile appeared upon her maw. "Excuse me Orik, but I am quite curious. I haven't exactly "explored" this territory yet. Would you like to go for a little adventure with me?" Antheia asked with a welcoming smile

Orik felt the smile upon his face for he had been on his own for sometime and having company would get his mind off other things. It made it all the better that anthenia knew the lay of the land better than he and could possibly lead him to new interesting vegatation.
"That would be great and give us the chance to get to know each other more" he answered in his same as before when first appoarching her

"That would be great and give us the chance to get to know each other more

His words floated around the air much like a bumblebee. Though his words were not harsh much like a sting of that from one. But more of a gentle flutter of one from a butterfly. Antheia smiled once more before trotting towards Orik's side. "Do you like water? There's a lake near by, I do believe that is where the "higher" ranked members are." she asked with the same smile as before. Her peds softly crunched the fallen dead foliage beneath her. Quickly becoming distracted as her gaze shifted towards the earth.

Antheia felt her heart beat, beat faster. the quick movement of her slender legs had caused the blood flow to rush faster in her veins. This is what the Fae called joy. The rush of the gale or even the wonderful drifting scent of fresh pine trees. The beauty of this pace was heart stopping. Though her time here at Banishing winds pack was short, she loved every second she stayed. Never did she expect company to join her in an "adventure" but that made every moment twice as memorable. Her hazel orbs flickered towards Orik, the stranger who she had just met. She seemed to enjoy to company of him, possibly it was because she had been alone for such a long time. Either way, Antheia very much loved having company. A large smile formed on her face, as her gaze was still locked onto the grey male.

Linnëa watched as Adena crossed without much of a problem, the females fiery coat and its warm tones had a stunning contrast to the cool waters. She smiled encouragingly, her tail beginning to wave to and fro as Adena hit the bank and freed herself of the river. The female wobbled slightly, and Linnëa almost jumped forward from her current spot to aid her, but Adena recomposed herself with no problem. Relaxing again, Linnëa took in a few smells from the air in front of her nose, her nostrils twitching. Then, she turned around, and began to walk off. She moved off for a few paces, but a thought crossed her mind, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Then, she let out a small sigh, and continued. What crossed her mind was the fact that she would love to race to the beach, to run and be competitive, but she had not the energy to do so. She would have to walk. Slowly. And it might kill her.

Her tail flicked in irritation at the thought. She stopped, and turned to see if the others were following her. She couldn't see from her point whether Gale had crossed or was crossing yet, but Adena was still plain in her line of view. She felt somewhat upset at the fact that Adena and Gale were healthy and free, but Linnëa was trapped in the chains of ill and forced to behave like an elderly grandma. She frowned, but then tried to quickly hide it. Jealousy was bad. She would get better soon, and in time she could run again. That was all that mattered.

I dislike being sick. Even if I did run or race, I'd be tired in three galloping strides, and where would that get me? To the next tree near the riverbank. And then I'd have to go even slower. Her thoughts were overly cynical, and she grimaced, disliking the tone of it. There was no need for such distaste in her voice, whether inside her mind or out in the air. At least I'm getting better. Hopefully the mint is enough of a medicine, and I won't have to sit through this until it goes away on its own. She felt a fuzziness in her mind, and without thinking about it she moved to the edges of the river and drank a few gulps, but found it did not help. Masking her concern at that, she shook her head and turned away from the others, daring to hope that this would get better on just peppermint.
(Lame and bad.)

Cayden watched the other wolves with a tiny sigh. Nobody had cared about him maybe this pack would. Cayden pushed himself out of his hiding spot shaking pieces of dirt all around. He streched wanting to go closer but Cayden was still scared. He decided her would go back into the forest , hide out there for a while. With that decision the brute stood and scuttled back into the forest concealing himself from unwanted eyes.

OOC- I hope it's ok and right for my first one. If not tell me please.

Looking at the wolf and his words, she smiled and thanked him
"I'll be sure to carry on my little journey towards them, sincerely thanks"
with those words she walked way and started trotting forward. Feeling the breeze made her feel almost free in another packs territory? She glared back to see Rye and Ant, they should all go and greet the alpha's together. Then she didn't want to ask them or have to be much social than she already had been.
"Are you two coming?"
the words seemed not to appear and a whisper was only created.

The sound of mid winter was defiantly in the air, the feeling of this light season was slightly fulfilling for the wolf. Suddenly the female stopped and sensed a familiar wolf, a friend of hers for awhile. Sixx quickly dismissed, the feeling as she always did.
Maybe it's time to call it a day" she thought and maybe she wasn't fully up to seeing the alphas and presenting herself. Thinking of leaving the territory and coming back at a later date passed her mind. Instead of doing so she carried on walking into the heart of the pack. Seeing other wolves who didn't seem to see her; she didn't want to be like tail of "Glisten" and that story. Her father Andy was a true friend of hers and told his pups including Sixx about her; she was so different from her and didn't see her as a hero as her friends and siblings did.

Seeing a wolf standing in front of her, Sixx stopped and wondered what to do. Leaping behind a tree and hiding. Deep breathes took over the wolf as she pondered who the wolf was? "Who are you?" she whispered in a mixture of sighs and pants.
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Cayden kept hidden paws clenched seeing that someone had possibly found his hiding spot. He ruffled his due unable to say anything.His blue gaze scanned this wolf with mild uninterest before Cayden backed up slowly before turning tail.

Cayden ran for a while a nice cool breeze flittered on his sandy colored face. He didn't know that wolf or didn't in paticualar want to. The brute sat making lines in the ground with one paw. I miss you so Nari he thought as a whimper escaped his maw. Cayden stayed there wanting to be away from others wanting to sink into the ground and never be seen again.

Jay sat down in the slush snow. She curled her tail around her body to keep warm. She glanced over at the den seeing faint figures all warm inside. She turned her head away and let out a howl.

Lelio stood in a forest, his face screwed up in an awkward manner. If his mother had been alive right now he was sure he would be hearing many complaints about said face.

"Lelio if you continue to do that your face will get stuck, blah blah blah."

The forest was quiet, but perhaps this was a face, he knew that somewhere in this boundary a pack lived, he was only hoping it was the pack. There were several different scent markers that were all different and the same, he knew he had to be close, unfortunately his sense of smell was screw since he had run into that skunk perhaps a mile back and the awful smell still lingered in his nose.

He nearly stumbled upon them and would have if he had not heard the voices before paw. how had he not noticed that he was close to water. He sighed then immediately groaned inwardly, any chance he had of not being seen was gone. He quickly made a mental not of those around him. Three in total, two females and a male, interesting. Well her it went, maybe his good looks would once again win out in the end, though for some reason he doubted it.

Jay heard faint footprint sounds in the forest. She turned her head in the direction and thought to proceed, thought, with steady caution. She sniffed the ground and air to find this stranger. She viewed a figure up ahead. She jumped in the bushes and let out a howl.

Linnëa heard a sigh somewhere nearby. She stiffened immediately, and turned, her medium blue eyes flashing with concern. She saw a male, mottled with light colors that did make him look good. But she was uninterested. Her coat began to fluff up defensively, her head coming down as she looked at him from a defensive angle. When she heard another wolf approaching, another unfamiliar scent, she gained an even more uncomfortable position. A sick wolf, weak, some distance away from the other two and unable to talk. Near two wolves she did not know, it was unbearable. She stared at the male, and her nostrils flared as she heard the howl of another. She was a delta of this pack, and dared not to fall back because of the fact that she would not allow herself to seem lowly or like an omega that could be picked on. Her shadowy tail pulled upwards, kindly giving a sign of don't mess with me.

She measured her chances of survival if these two unknown wolves were hostile. She had her two friends nearby, and one she knew could fight. But it wouldn't take long for one to put her on the ground and land a killing bite to the jugular. She hoped such a scenario would not unfold. Studying the male, she began to think of whether or not to speak. If she did, her voice might give away the fact that she was sick. In fact, her lack of muscle or fat likely gave that away already. She struggled inwardly with herself, wishing so dearly to turn tail and run to avoid any danger. The issue with this option was that she could not run fast or hold a decent pace for long.

Lelio sighed as more scents alluded him, he had not even noticed that others had come up behind him. though considering one of the females reaction these were not pack members. He decided that immediately that he was not here, there was only one reason he was here and to fight was not that. He lowered his tail allowing his eyes to slid off the females and the two beside her before coming tentatively back to hers. They were soft amber now grey showing through more than usual reminding him just where his heritage really lay. In the shadows.

It hurt to think that all he had of his father was a name, a territory, and a dream, he did not even know what his father looked like. Shaking his head he opened his moth to speak to the female, noticing his male wiles were not working to ease the tension.

"I come in peace. My name is Lelio, is this by any chance the Banishing Winds Pack?"

His words were hopeful, barely above a whisper, but with the ample water they carried over to the female, now it was a waiting game.

"I come in peace. My name is Lelio, is this by any chance the Banishing Winds Pack?"

Linnëa relaxed noticeably, but did not yet let her guard down because of the other stranger that still lingered nearby. She nodded slowly, curious as to why the male would ask such a thing. Why would this male ask if this was her pack, the one she was a member in, and what were his intentions? And, furthermore, how did he even know the name of the pack, and who had he learned it or heard it from? Perhaps he had seen Nocturne, or another wolf that had heard of it. She would have to ask sometime. She considered replying right then with her own roughened words, but dismissed the thought for the time being. She wouldn't let this stranger female know she was weak.

Looking to Adena, she nodded as to say that she was alright. No doubt they may have gotten concerned at Linnëa's sudden defensive body language, and she could not quite see them from where she was now, but hoped they could see her. She was alright, after all, unless this female she had not heard from yet was hostile. And if so, she was still possibly doomed. She looked back to these unknown wolves, other than a name and two genders she had no clue who they were.

She swayed slightly, but quickly corrected it. She was not sick. Nope. She was just.. Unbalanced? She refused to let them pick up on it, but they may have seen her sway. Her vision blurred again, and she almost grimaced. It was coming back again. She needed more peppermint, different herbs, something soon before she became weak again. She picked up her head, already slowing down, though it wasn't very noticeable yet. She could feel it though, the sickening feeling, she sluggishness, and the fuzziness in her mind attempting to envelop the clarity in her thoughts.

Cayden opened his eyes from his short slumber. New scents floods into his nose remembering this wasn't the forest. A field of some sort he thought before picking himself up. He shook his out his fur shivering slightly before turning the way he had came. He goes nothing Cayden thought and picked his gait into a slow trot.

Jay heard a deep calming voice but cannot see who it was. She got up slowly and was curious if the male was talking to her. She was scared and very hostile at the moment, feeling unprotected and defensive.

Cayden stoppe and spotted a female wolf who look from afar to be from the pack. Caydens eyes flicked I've towards the she wolf then back to the safety of the trees. Eh heck he thought and padded up to the female pinnin his ears to his head and baring his teeth. Cayden didn't know if this female would attack keeping a far distance from her would keep him safe. He hoped.

Jay heard studdering footsteps from behind her. She looked back and barely saw anything, but she could smell it. She trotted over and said with a soft yet aggressive tone, "Who are you?" Jay said.