Giving Rise to the Winds

Isla starred petrified at the wolf. She snapped back to Planet Earth when one of the wolves asked her a question. "I-i was not watching you. I-i-i am Isla." She got up from the ground and shivered. The white and black speckled wolf backed away slightly.

"I see." She sounds just like me... Although I don't back down for anyone. Zenith's fur stood on end, but only for a moment. "Who are you, and why were you watching us?" Zenith then turned to the fresh face that Blake had addressed so directly, before her response to Zenith. Niiiice, she's learning, Zenith thought, smiling to herself. Maybe I'm not such a bad influence after all. As Blake and Isla stood, both a good distance away, Zenith could feel a sort of nervous tension in the air. Awwwwkwaaaard.... She looked over at Cashel with a face of uncertainty, a face almost asking for help.

"Don't even say a word." Gale spoke while a smile crossed his face. His words were breathless, like he had run his hardest and had actually exhausted his stamina. The Wanderer sat down and heaved in a breath as he feigned catching it. "Well, it seems that I shall be doting upon you. Though, I do believe that I can handle doing that."

The warrior's green-eyed gaze was bright with amusement. It was nice to let himself adopt a mask of kindness, even for a little while. This was something that didn't happen everyday. He was always too busy being the cruel wolf that he had been forced to shape into. But being with Karma and Derek allowed him to change. As it would be with Silver as well. Hopefully he'd earn their trust.

Blake was growing more and more cautious as the silence drug out. She glanced at Cashel and waited for his response. When he said only silence, Blake turned and padded a few yards away, "I-I'd best be on my way." Blake glanced back at them and then padded away, "See you later." She muttered. She couldn't let herself grow close to these wolves, for it would only end with death or betrayal.

Cenzie yawned and sat down. She perked her ears, listening for the quiet murmurs of the rest. She, herself, was soon consumed by silence, and drifted off into a deep slumber.

Blake heard Cashel's voice faintly and sighed. She couldn't even have enough courage to stay there. She padded onward, mind blind to any obstacles. She tripped over a jagged rock in her way and fell, crimson liquid splattering her shoulder. Her nerves sent messages to her brain, the messages were pain. She stood and pushed the rock away angrily, letting the cut bleed. She curled under a nearby tree, she was lost as she had found the ivory male, except she had traveled the opposite way that she that found him. Blake looked up, sat up and raised her muzzle against the silvery moon, snout making a outline and she sang.

Isla whimpered but followed the wolf Cashel. She moved slowly but swiftly, her pelt swishing in the wind. The white and black speckled wolf would stop every now and again with hesitation. She didn't know if she liked this wolf yet. But then again she wanted to join a new pack. And most of all she wanted to be loyal to a new pack.

Zenith watched as Cashel made an attempt to calm the waters, to no avail. He seemed uneasy when Blake left, Zenith observed, before shaking her head and lowering her haunches to the earth. "So many dynamics in this place..." she muttered. The muscular ivory male began to circle Zenith, speaking of the possibility that Zenith may join the pack to which this territory belonged. They could use a good scout.... So many newcomers arriving to their surprise is not very good for the safety of the pack, she mused. "Very well then. I've been here for quite a few days, so I don't believe it will be a problem finding the pack. We can simply piece together what we know." She spotted Cashel's curious expression towards her, A small smile spread across her muzzle, and she pawed at the ground, before dismissing her juvenile behaviour. A low, mournful cry rang out from the distance, as Zenith rose to follow the cream-coated male towards a new beginning....

The chatter of the pack seemed as far away to Maiara as bird calls up in a forest’s canopy. A brisk breeze blew through her coat, sending her muscles quivering from the chill. Winter would soon come, and with it a cold silence through which even breath seemed like a raucous intrusion upon the air. The female sighed softly and watched her breath billow from her mouth into a silver ribbon that hung suspended in emptiness for a moment before shyly dissipating. It reminded her of Pallatsera, existing for one frozen moment, and then gone with a whisper that in its calm was louder than a hurricane. By now the pack had healed but Maiara still thought about the former Alphess occasionally. Although they had only talked a few fleeting times, Maiara felt an attachment to her as though they had been close friends. Such was the effect that Pallatsera had had on others. There was a gentle sereneness that had emanated from her, and while in her presence it was as though you were wrapped in a blanket of calm. It was this same sereneness that hummed in the icy air that held Maiara still as the other pack members socialized. With that thought, the spell was broken. It had not occurred to Maiara until just then how long it had been since she had spoken to one of her friends. The calm that had enveloped her only moments before changed into a strange and urgent loneliness as her grey-blue eyes searched the den site for someone to talk to if only for the sake of not being alone.

(XD meh, it has been a while)