Stonehenge

((just gonna edit this here ooc message an no posty table cuz im lazy At the moment))

Geminos, having found that there was indeed nothing here, decided to check around the area for any faint trails of scent. Soon his search was rewarded by a recent trail left by a few strange wolves. His heart leaped at the idea of others being nearby while his mind immediately went into "dont you do it!" mode. For once The male listened to his heart and sprinted down the hill, following the scent that led away from the great stones. He soon paused and turned back, glancing at the distant pillars. "Thank ye..." He then turned on his heel and ran after the scent once more

-To the Den-

NEW  PLOT!!!

(New plot and something cute)

Jo struggled up towards the high peeking Stonehenge. His hind legs were stiff, almost dragging across the forest floor. They were stronger than before, actually being able to stand on them and use them for short distances.  His pack were a great help over the past two weeks, bringing him meat from hunts and helping him down to the lake. It embarrassed him to ask for so much help, but he knew that he needed it. It was making him stronger, be able to protect his pack once more. (And more. *winks*)

Jo finally made it to the circle of stones. Fresh flowers bloomed over the lands, sparkling in colours and a clean scent. He closed his eyes at the amazing smell before laying himself down inside the circle. He lets out a shaky breath before resting his head on his paws. That was enough exercising for his recovering muscles for one day.

“Hurry up slowpokes!” He chuckled, calling back to his pack mates. He closed his eyes as he waited for the rest of his group to follow. Memories of blue fire and burning eyes haunted Jo's thoughts, but he did not let them control him. They tried to root into his fears, but he held them off. Memphis has taken his pack, he wasn't about to take his mind either. He pitied the older wolf. He didn't know what it was like to be driven so insane that you weren't even you anymore. It was a horrible thought. One that Jo shrugged off. No more thoughts about Memphis. Now is a time to celebrate and love.

Jo pulled his head up from his paws as he searched the plains. “Alrighty guys, now is the time when all things cute and lovey happens. Now is your time to really get to know each other.” He smirked. “By the way, the den is free if anyone wants to repopulate.” He loudly whispered, a tone of laughter in his voice. “Now, see these flowers? Yeah, well pick anyone you like and give it someone. Anyone, or keep it. Do whatever you like buts its a mushy token of love.”Jo rolled his eyes with a smirk. “or a token to a good night.” He smirked to himself.

     The male yawned and rolled his eyes as they neared Stonehenge. 'This outta be good,' he told himself quietly, following closely behind Jo at a floaty pace. He didn't want to overtake Jo in his strides, which were undoubtedly larger than Jo's with him in his current state. By watching his movements, however, Fyrebane could tell that he was making steady improvements. He had regained a good bit of leg strength already, he knew, but for a while there he'd needed a good deal of help getting from Point A to Point B. It was reassuring to see his leader walking with little trouble again.

     Fyrebane himself had gotten out of the whole mess without more than a few scrapes and bruises, at the worst. He figured he ought to consider himself lucky. Some of the others went through horrible things that day, physically and emotionally, but he didn't have much of anything to loose. He was loyal to the pack, he had friends here, but no deep down ties to anyone specific. 'Maybe,' he figured, 'I outta start.' It wouldn't be too easy for him, he realized, considering that he wasn't experienced in "best friendships" or getting serious with a gal, or anything like that.

     Furrowing his brows, he slowed his pace a bit, trying to buy himself an extra second before he found out what Jo's surprise was. Boy, he'd had something planned, and Fyrebane had a feeling it would lead him to an uncomfortable situation. Or maybe, it was an opportunity? He couldn't be sure, but he figured he ought to just get up there and down to the point.

     Swiping a tongue over his jaws and shaking his head, he picked up speed just as he heard a very unhelpful, "Hurry up slowpokes!"

     He arrived just in time for Jo to begin speaking, and sat down lightly, curious and uninterested at the same time. "Alrighty guys," Jo began, "now is the time when all things cute and lovey happens. Now is your time to really get to know each other." 'Oh lord,' Fyrebane thought privately. This wasn't exactly what the male had been expecting coming in to this. It wasn't at all, actually, and it frightened him a bit. "By the way, the den is free if anyone wants to repopulate," Jo whispered, but he caught most of it. Fyrebane's voice caught mid-laugh. "Now, see these flowers? Yeah, well pick anyone you like and give it someone. Anyone, or keep it. Do whatever you like buts its a mushy token of love." Hmm. "or a token to a good night." Fyrebane caught Jo's contagious smirk that last time.

     He realized that horrible reality that he had no chance of talking a single one of these girls, save for maybe Luna, into spending the night with him, but he doubted that even she would go that far. And plus, he'd never quite fancied her. Actually, she scared him a bit. Flirting games were fine and all, but, he wasn't that into her. And all lust aside, this was his big opportunity to start forging some ties around here. He was gonna take advantage of the opportunity. Selecting the best of the roses, he took it in his mouth and went to sit off to the side. Fyrebane was going to wait until everybody filed into the area before he did anything. He knew who needed a rose.

Wolves Addressed: Himself
Wolves Mentioned: Jo, Luna, Females, the Pack
Word Count: 570
Notes: Bit rushed. I'm very busy today.

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Wolves Addressed: None
Wolves Mentioned: Memphis, Mustafa, Jo
Word Count: 369
Notes: Super short. I just really wanted to put something out there for her.

Silver appeared from the forest where she had been hiding in for a while now, she had wanted to get away from the fighting and away from all the bad wolves. Perking her ears, she heard the pack moving through the plains toward Stonehenge and decided to once again introduce herself to the Alpha pair and be an actual member then an outsider that she thought she was. She saw a bunch of the other pack's wolves traveling with the main pack and just shrugged it off as she bounded toward them.

Pulling up to Jo's side she smiled as she walked slightly behind the Alpha pair,"Hi I'm Silver. I hear your names are Jo and Rebecca. I was wanting to ask may I join your pack?" She kept walking with the other's and hoped that she wouldn't get torn apart and also hoped to see that handsome male she had met before again.

Wolves mentioned:Mustafa, Jo, Rebecca and pack
Wolves addressed: JO and Rebecca
Notes: If I misspelled anything let me know.

Mustafa followed the group of wolves up the hills and down the hills. His mind was somewhere else as he walked, his head to the ground, his eyes on the road. His head stung like he had a massive hangover and the thoughts of two weeks ago, those horrible memories, had come back to haunt him almost every single day and night. Yes, even during the night when his dreams too over his brains. It was all still inside his head.
The kill Avalon had made; she had appeared so cold, like she didn’t care. Didn’t she care she had killed a wolf? He might have been evil to the Dealan-Dè, but it was still a wolf like no other. Mustafa hadn’t been the same since he had seen Avalon beat him up and shedding his blood. Was she really capable of such an act? Was she really so cold?
Well, he couldn’t say he was a good wolf either, he had probably done much worse than her, but yet the thought of really seeing it happen gave him the chills. He had seen it happen. But then again, hadn’t seen the loved ones of the dying wolves him killing those wolves, just like Avalon had done? He was no better than her, and maybe that’s why he had been so bothered about it, why he had been thinking so much about her lately. He felt somehow attracted to the female, but why?

‘’Hurry up slowpokes!’’, he heard the alpha yell and he lifted his head, stopping in his tracks. He gave the male a glance before he walked again. He muttered to himself: ‘’Damn dude thinks he’s s’awesome.’’
‘’Alrighty guys, now is the time when all things cute and lovey happens. Now is your time to really get to know each other.’’, Jo said as they finally came to a stop and Mustafa frowned. Love? What was this all about? Why was he talking like this? They had been gone out to hunt, right?
‘’Whut’s this all ‘bout? I thought ya said we were gonna go out huntin’?’’, Mustafa asked, he growled a bit, but it wasn’t loud enough to be heard by most of the other wolves around him. He began to dislike this alpha’s behavior…
‘’By the way, the den is free if anyone wants to repopulate.’’

Hearing those words Mustafa couldn’t help but blush, he felt very strange in only a split second. What did Jo mean by repopulating? What the heck was he talking about? His bright amber eyes went to the side to catch a glimpse of the beautiful black female; Avalon stood not too far away from him. Seeing her made his stomach turn in an uneasy way. He was pretty nervous to see her now that Jo was talking this nonsense.
He didn’t know how to react to the dominant’s words. And always when the male didn’t know something he tried to act though and smart, like the wolf he always turned out to be. Today was no exception. He shook off the thought of Avalon and looked at Jo again, biting his lip.
‘’Now, see these flowers? Yeah, well pick anyone you like and give it someone. Anyone, or keep it. Do whatever you like buts it’s a mushy token of love. Or a token to a good night.’’
‘’I… I are’a flirter, I ain’t no lover…’’, the Hudson Bay wolf muttered annoyed, stil blushing. He tried to avoid Avalon’s gaze, yet he was curious if she was looking his way or not. Don’t look, he told himself, yet again biting his lip.

Mustafa turned to look at Avalon, a bit dazed and nervous. He could feel his heart beat loudly in his chest and for a moment he thought it was going to burst out of its spot. He swallowed and looked at the roses laying on the ground. Was Avalon going to grab one and give it to him, or maybe to someone else? Was he going to grab one and give it to her? Or to someone else as well…?
Someone else; another female had appeared from the forest. He had seen the wolf before, but he hadn’t thought she would have come back. He still didn’t know her name, but he recognized her scent and face to know exactly who it was.
The first few minutes he had entered the battlefield he had spoken to her and they had flirted, before she had left to bring the pups of Dealan-Dè to safety. After that the Hudson Bay wolf hadn’t seen the female anymore. And now she was back.
’’Hi I'm Silver. I hear your names are Jo and Rebecca. I was wanting to ask may I join your pack?‘’
Mustafa saw her and grinned; he felt that need to flirt again, not giving her a rose, but flirt. Like he had done that day. Before he had met Avalon. Avalon. Was she going to give him a rose?
Mustafa shrugged the thought away; no she wouldn’t. He bit his lip again, trying to get the blushing from his face. He stepped towards the white coated female, ready to speak to her and flirt with her, yet something made him stop.
He turned his head to look at the black female again. At first Mustafa had thought she was a female like everyone else, a female to flirt with. Yet looking at her now and the last two weeks after the battle, he realized he felt more for her than only a slight interest.
He decided to give the female a rose, Avalon should get a rose from him. Even if she wouldn’t give him one, she would get one from him. He wanted to go to the roses as he saw her taking one of them. He swallowed; to who was she going to give it? Hopefully it was him. He didn’t know how he would react if it was not him, though, but he really hoped it was him.

Mustafa avoided the female and went over to the pile of roses, looking at them each one by one. He had to pick the best one out as Avalon was the most special wolf to him in this pack. He found a nice looking one, it didn’t look at great as the rose she was holding herself, but it was the finest looking one out of this pile, it had to do the trick.
Turning around he saw the female and walked over to her. He felt himself becoming more and more nervously, he began to feel really uneasy. How should he give it to her? How should he bring it? Was that rose she was holding meant for him.
He stopped beside her and dropped the rose carefully, after that he poked her shoulder with his muzzle, waiting for her response. ‘’H-hey Ava…’’, he mumbled and he swallowed, trying to keep himself calm. He pointed his paw at the rose. ‘’This one’s for ya…’’
He sounded so stupid, but this is how he felt; stupid. He just hoped she would find him bold and cool and not cute. He didn’t want to appear cute. Well, he wanted to, but he didn’t want the others wolves except Avalon to find him cute.
He picked up the rose again, holding it in front of her. He held his head low so she would see it clearly and he hoped for the best.




Addressed: Jo, Avalon
Mentioned: Jo, Silver, Avalon
Word count: 1246! Dang, this is a long post! O: Writing mood, weeee! 8D
Note: I just pretend like Jo has lured Mustafa into this by telling they were going to hunt, yet now Mustafa is seeing it all from a different angle, lol. :p

It was an odd thing to be a part of a pack.

They moved as one, yet were individual. One thing she was thankful for was her individuality; no matter how many she mingled with, she would be herself. However, her mind often thought back to what happened only a fortnight before.

It all blurred in her mind... She recalled a fearsome, dark creature, Avalon's merciless killing - although the wolf herself was a sweet thing, just a bit cold to killing, to which the copper herself was no stranger to - and suddenly dust. Fireflies? No, stars. Bah! She had to think about it, but all she could remember was that there were blue neon lights, and a great wolf. Hati, he called himself. Ailis had heard of him through legends, and it was a thrilling sight to see him in person. Such grace... It was better than the stories, she decided.

After a rather awkward explanation as to why she lied about her name - thankfully leaving out the bad tidbits and just saying "she needed shelter from being on the run" - they left it at that, although she can tell by their looks that one day they'll get the full story. Ailis snorted. As if. It wasn't entirely far from the truth, but more or less a lie. Ah well, what they don't know won't hurt them. What also happened was that her body was recovering, and she was now a healthy weight. After being encouraged to eat by her pack mates, she began to fill out, and was a bit plump to be honest. It was a bother, though, because now her fur poofed with the fat.

Unlike others, she saw, she didn't linger too much on Memphis. Well, not in the way they must have. During her times helping Jo around, she often saw his eyes go blank with distant fear, and others seemed to linger in their thoughts. She took a shot in the dark to say it was Memphis. Ailis would never admit it, but she admired the wolf. If he wasn't so terribly inclined to the death of wolves, he possessed qualities that she learned were quite useful. Also, he was an inspiration in her story telling. After all, who wouldn't want to hear of a great black wolf whom could summon the stars and fire?

Jo's sharp voice cut through her thoughts, telling them to catch up. She scrunched her nose lightly, smiling and jogging to catch up to him. For once, she was content. Perhaps it was because, in her opinion, she has seen far too many things to be too perturbed by recent events. Sure, it was horrifying, but... Maybe it was because she wasn't directly tied into the events. The copper stood on the sidelines and helped when needed, but wasn't affected by it particularly. She remembered that being on the sidelines allowed her to catch something interesting,  such as Memphis's ghost nearby Rebekka, but that was about it.

However, her face fell the more she listened to Jo. A special someone? Repopulate? She scoffed. In the past few weeks she got to know the wolves better, and they her hopefully, but she didn't develop any "best friends". They were probably put off by her cynical and grumpy attitude, even when bright. Ailis especially gave careful attention to those she knew didn't like her because of the dark look she gave them the first they met before the attack. If the copper was going to stay, which apparently she is now, she wanted to at least be on good grounds with most if not all of the pack.

Her eyes swept the area. Most wolves went for the roses nearby, but she gave it a thought. Jo said any flower, not a rose in specific. Yes, roses symbolized love, but Ailis wanted to be unique. If she was going to give any wolf a rose, might as well make it count.

She bounded off to the nearby fields and looked around. How wonderful, she thought bitterly. The only flowers in abundance were poppies, daisies, thistles, and dandelions. Not letting this become an obstacle, she plucked plenty of all, even some lavender she found a distance away.

By the time she came back to the stone hedge, she had a bouquet of wild flowers in mouth that blocked her own face. It was a comical sight, to see a body that was usually associated with storms, rocks, and sarcasm to be flower-faced and have a slightly wagging tail. They won't be getting any of my flowers, she thought when she saw the looks some wolves gave her. Hmph! Then, by all means, Ailis will keep them for herself. They did smell rather nice....

The copper shook her head. Now was not the time to be the bitter aunt of the pack. Now was the time to make a friend, a real friend. Finally settle down and start to build relationships with the wolves. Not romantically, as she was certain only a mad wolf would find her attractive with scars and a torn ear, but perhaps close friends. That would be nice. The only question now was to pick who she would declare her new true friend.

Sheepishly, she looked around, before burying her face in the flowers with her ears laid back.

Ailis decided to give it to whomever gave her a flower first, and if nobody came, then Ginger. The lovely little thing was always friendly with her, and the copper had a soft spot for pups, so she immediately took the other under her wing, even if she treated the pup cynically as well.

"Yes, that's what I will do," she mumbled into the flowers.

Oh dear goodness, help me, she thought.

Wolves Addressed: Herself?
Wolves Mentioned: Ginger, Jo, Rebekka, Memphis, Pack
Notes: A bit rushed. Oh Ailis, you're so mean but when it comes to flowers you're such a shy little thing. PM for any edits.

Wolves Addressed: Jo, Silver, Fry
Wolves Mentioned: Memphis, the pack
Word Count: 770
Notes: Fry is the first on Rebby's thanking list :Pshe's a grateful lass. Jo's going to be announcing Luna becoming Beta, just so you know I've not left her out :3

Wolves Addressed: Mustafa
Wolves Mentioned: Mustafa, Jo, Silver
Word Count: 802
Side Notes: Not my best work, but oh well.

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     And there she was. The girl who needed a rose.

  He watched her quietly, and from his own distance. She appeared not too far behind the others, and proceeded to go off by herself. The red female had gone off to pick wildflowers nearby. She was different like that. She really didn't fit in quite like everybody else, with her face marked up and her snippy disposition, but she had some good buried in there, too. Fyrebane could tell that she was something special in her own way, and he doubted that anybody else noticed.

  She must have had a rough past, but she never would speak about it with anyone, not that he cared much to share about his own former life. But he had a good sense of the fact that she'd been through far worse than he had. He felt some pity for her, even though he had no idea what she'd been through. Clearly though, it had been very bad. One look at her face gave it all away. She had very obvious slash marks across the top of her muzzle, and a bit of her ear had been torn off, too. To him, it looked like she'd fought with a wildcat or something. Wolves didn't leave marks like that. So, she was definitely tough then; he'd give her that, too. It dawned on Fyrebane that lives can take a turn in the opposite direction very quickly sometimes, and that she was probably a different wolf before whatever left the scars happened.

  Even now, she wasn't all that bad, as he'd come to find out. Still, he would have liked to have met the wolf before the scars. The way the world changed in an instant could be a scary and wonderful thing. It wasn't her fault, whatever had happened to her. The others ought to be a little more forgiving with her, he observed. The real wolf that lived inside that barrier probably wasn't anything like the one she appeared to be. He wished he'd seen her this way when they'd first met. For a cocky idiot, his brain actually brought him to some valuable conclusions when he used it.

  She looked funny, trotting back with a face full of brightly colored flowers. Her bouquet flared out in front of her eyes, to the point where he didn't understand how she wasn't tripping over herself out of limited vision. It was a ridiculously funny sight to watch, and he couldn't help but laugh to himself a little. And he spotted a bit of her tail wagging, too. It surprised him to the normally sulky wolf actually behaving in a way that indicated a positive mood. She never was much of one for smiling or wagging, he took it.

  He wasn't only going to give her a rose because he found her interesting, but because he wanted her as a friend. It was both personal and strategic. First off, Fyrebane just thought that she'd make a good friend; correction, a great friend. And aside from that, they both needed to make some friends around here. He needed to create ties within the pack, also. That was the strategic part. He hadn't spent the time to get to know some of these wolves, and he had to start somewhere.

  Before he could move, Rebekka appeared in front of him with a playful expression on her face. He was happy to see her happy. “Fry...will you accept this rose?” she asked, placing one before him and the squaring up to be level with his height. "'Course I will," he replied. Thinking back to when he'd first hit on her, he added, "Anything for you and those beautiful eyes." Clearly she'd had the same thing in mind as she said, “I'm really happy you're okay after everything. I'm really proud that you're in my pack...even if I had no idea what to do with you when you flirted at me when we first met.” He smiled at her. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile.

  She looked like she was preparing to say something big, which got hold of his attention. “I was wondering- if you wanted to of course, was wondering if you would like to become Beta for this pack. You don't have to accept, but I think you're a fine wolf and would do the job well...you kind of already did the job anyway. Even if you don't accept it, I still wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you.”

  "Wow, umm, wow..." he said stupidly, utterly shocked by what he was hearing. It was an authentic surprise to him. "Of course. I would be honored to serve this pack," he said at last. Suddenly remembering his mission though, he added, "Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I think that somebody else here needs a rose." He collected the rose from Rebekka and the one he was to give to the one who needed it. With a respectful nod of his head, he turned to find her.

  Strangely, approaching her made him a bit nervous, even though he was just attempting a friendly gesture here. "Hello there, Ailis," he began. "You look like you need a rose."

Wolves Addressed: Ailis, Rebekka
Wolves Mentioned: Ailis, Rebekka, The Pack
Word Count: 878
Notes: Pfft. Yep. Couple of meaty posts.

"Thank you Miss." She said to Rebekka as she walked behind them and heard the remake about repopulating the pack and giggled.
Silver took the offered flower from Rebekka and turned to find the large male she had been looking for, Mustafa. He had seen her and she was ready to give him the rose and flirt a bit but he stopped and looked around again until his gaze looked at a black female. The same one that was with the other pack's leader. He went to her instead of Silver and she almost dropped the rose she held, 'Dang it fowled again.'
she thought as she shrugged and watched the scene unfold. She delicately put her flower buy her feet and watched as the two gave the flowers to each other. Smiling she wanted to congratulate him but she would do it later when she had made friends with the female and assured her that she herself wouldn't take the strong male from her.

Silver watched everyone as she sat there with the flower beside her, waiting to see if she would get a flower or anyone would notice her there. They didn't know her from a hill of beans and if she wasn't approched then she would find someone.

Word Count: 345
Wolves Mentioned: Rebbekka, Silver, Mustafa,
Wolves Addressed: None
Note: To make sense of my post check Solmn's story in creative corner.

Jayme hadn’t spent much time with the pack after the attack; she had mostly been in the woods hunting. With her size and mass it made it easier for them to bring down bigger game, it had also become her job to help carry the kill back. Jayme had liked it that way though keeping her mind off of the black male. He had reminded her so much of her father and the way the life left his eyes when he had taken his last breath, it had brought back memories Jayme was not ready to relive. Yes she had killed her father, but it was out of defense, I mean that’s how Jayme saw it, but how would the others see it? Would they think her a murder? A murder of her own kin at that, but she had always been on the run from him, he killed her own brother how could you not take revenge.

Jayme had been kind of distant from the others not wanting them to notice the thoughts that were raging in her head. Jayme knew some had noticed and was pretty sure they thought it was only about the fight at the den. She had seen the look the other wolves got at times, lost in thought in a far off place pain in their eyes and fear. It was one thing to hear of a death but let alone see one, to smell the stench of another as their body shut down and the overwhelming coppery smell of blood. There had been blood everywhere, Jayme had done her best to hide the seen from the pups but she knew a few had to have seen.

“Hurry up slowpokes!”

Jayme was then brought back to reality; she was traveling with the pack for the first time. She knew a few might not even recognize her so she traveled partly away from the others not getting to close to the as she knew she towered over most.

“Alrighty guys, now is the time when all things cute
and lovey happens. Now is your time to really get to know each other.” “By the way, the den is free if anyone wants to repopulate.” “Now, see these flowers? Yeah, well pick anyone you like and give it someone. Anyone, or keep it. Do whatever you like buts its a mushy token of love.” “or a token to a good night.”

Jayme blushed at the alphas words thankfully though her red fur covered the redness in her cheeks. Jayme followed a few others as they picked up roses, when it became her turn she picked one at random. The thorns cut into the soft tissue of her tongue; she winced slightly as she made her way to the outskirts of the clearing. She wasn’t too far away but far enough to where she could watch the rest of the pack. The big golden male was back the one that had given her a bad vibe when she first saw him. He moved towards the black female that had given the other alpha his end. Jayme smiled slightly as she watched the others; she placed the rose at her paws. ‘Why did they have to be so large?’ Jayme wondered ‘Why do I have to be so large? Others usually take me for a male, I’m not dainty and cute I’m just large and fluffy. Maybe I should have just kept traveling, I don’t fit in here, I was meant to live in cold places or at least that’s what my coat suggests.’ All the while Jayme was thinking this her large black claws kneaded the earth beneath them; soon she was drawing pictures on the soft soil.

One of these days she would need to have a talk with Fate.

When she cried out for help, she didn't expect the large, reddish male to rise and walk her way. From her dealings with him on trying to improve her first impression, she caught sight of the better wolf than his own first impression on her. At first, she took him for a cocky flirt, and he certainly had such an air about him. However, he proved to be a brave fighter, and certainly a guardian. Maybe there was more beneath that exterior.

In all actuality, it was a bit odd to see him coming. After him leaping out to save Jo from Memphis, she saw him in a different light. Admired him, actually. He was strong and brave, qualities any wolf could appreciate, but he seemed to be a bit more. Compassionate, which was opposite of the arrogant flirt. Everyone has their own sides, she discovered long ago, and these were his. Though, despite all of that, it still struck her as strange that he would pick her to give a rose to. While Fyre and the copper would converse and become friendlier with each other, she always felt that she was too different from him. She learned he opposed storms - and she resisted the urge to sing her favorite pack-folk song about summing rain - and she had jumped to the conclusion that he would find her other habits odd too.

"Hello there, Ailis. You look like you need a rose."

Her voice was caught in her throat as she opened her mouth, and she closed it again. He brought with him a strange vibe that he was nervous, based on his voice and body language. Well, why not? Before he walked over, she overheard through the flowers that he was their new Beta, and peeked a bit at him to see his reaction. Then, he smiled at Rebekka gently and stood, taking both his rose and Rebby's and walking over. Suddenly, it hit her. He was nervous because of leaving Rebekka and taking on the position of the new Beta, most likely. Although that may not be the case, it was hard to sway from that conclusion.

For the briefest of moments, she felt a bit betrayed, but immediately shrugged it off. Ailis decided, finally, that he would make a fine friend; large, strong, and certainly has a decent amount of common sense. Usually a lack of such would put her off, but he had a worldly experience about him, something she could learn from and acknowledge with respect.

"Uh.. Well. I find that I am at a loss for words," she mumbled, standing and smiling at him. She wasn't quite his height, but could look him in the eye and stand as an equal. Her expression went a bit nervous, and she looked down at the flowers. This wasn't supposed to happen. Usually, she spoke somewhat properly, but she wanted to be on a friendlier and more equal level, even if it killed her.

She chuckled at her own clumsiness, and a bit to lighten the awkward mood. "Well, I'm not sure how to fully express this, but... Thank you." Raising her head, her eyes gleamed with gratitude. "You know, I wasn't quite sure who to give these to, but I think you need a few extra flowers too. Besides, I would like to congratulate you. You're the new Beta!" She chirped the last bit out, a bit happy at the fact that she witnessed his promotion. Immediately after, she lowered her head, ears back in embarrassment. Thank goodness her fur was red enough to hide her flushed cheeks.

She  bent down, taking the bouquet and walked a bit forward, placing it gently before his paws. "And... Well, I suppose... " Come on, it's just a simple question! Cursing under her breath in frustration, she worked up the courage before looking up at him. Quickly, Ailis mumbled, "Uh... If you have the time, do you ever want to talk more? You seem like quite the interesting wolf." Ailis cursed herself over and over in her head. For all her going around and appearing friendly, she was hopeless with beginning situations such as this.

She hoped that he wouldn't decline her offer harshly. He really was interesting, and it was in her best interest to make friends, after all. Though, the copper wasn't sure whether or not to get her hopes up too much. He seemed to be a bit too good for her. A better metaphor would be that he was a thousand steps ahead of her; living stories, leading packs, doing all sorts of things she never expected of him. In a strange way, she was proud of Fyrebane. This wolf went from a somewhat irritating flirt to a wolf she would consider a good friend. A true friend, certainly.

She just hoped that, deep down, he considered her the same. At least then she would be maybe a hundred steps behind, and not a thousand.

Wolves Addressed: Fyrebane
Wolves Mentioned: Fyrebane, Rebekka
Notes: Ailis, can you be anymore doubting and clueless, you poor wolf. Also, toying a bit with posting style for now. PM for edits.~

This wasn't what she had planned. Nothing was as she had planned.

Nine huffed a sigh as she followed after the wolves. For a long while now, she had been nagging at herself for staying around for so long. Why had she stayed so long? Fourteen nights she had kept on. Fourteen nights she could have put between her and her home.

So then, why was she still there?

As Jo announced that their purpose at the strange rock formation was to get to know one another and maybe enjoy a night with merry making, Nine knew that it was her sign to get the heck out of Dodge. She didn't do "getting to know" others. Nope. Not in her job description.

She snorted at herself. Job description. Like she was employed anywhere. Nine wasn't even certain if she was considered a part of this pack. Sure, she had showed up late to an ambush party and had stuck around to help the resident pack to recover, but she wasn't so sure about anything more than that she needed to get on soon, else her past was going to catch up to her.

But, now that she thought about it, she wanted to know these wolves. They were interesting. They didn't make sense. Nine ached to figure them out and maybe discover something about herself. Could she?

No.

Nine let herself fall to the back of the group as the remainder of the wolves arrived to the scene. Already there were some that were giving a flower to others. Participating in this held a symbol of permanence in Nine's mind. If she participated, she would have to stay. She already cared for this strange trail mix of wolves. And she was definitely interested in them - at least, on an intellectual level.

"What's gotten in to you?" she asked herself in a low tone. "You cannot afford to do this - especially not now."

Nine gave the pack a glance filled with longing and regret. They were good wolves. Better than any she had ever met before. And they had survived what Nine had been certain was not survivable. They were strong. And, what if her past wasn't coming after her? Nine glanced over her shoulder and into the woods. She had come to know them in her time there. There was something mystical about the place. Something unknown.

With a heavy sigh, Nine turned from the group of wolves and began to head in the opposite direction. If her past was coming after her, she didn't want these kindhearted wolves to be caught in it. She wasn't without regret - Nine couldn't shake the feeling that she was wrong about everything. There was a good chance that her home had just treated her as dead and didn't even bring her up. Nine wondered if there were myths about her disappearance. She could imagine her little brothers telling the story like it was completely different from the truth. Anything to avoid accepting that their sister had left.

Could she go back? Nine paused. She had never once thought about going back home. It had always been so far out of her plan that this was the first time that it had come to her mind. She looked over her shoulder at the Dealan - De wolves. Part of her wanted to say that this was home. Part of her wanted to stop running and let herself make friends.

All of her ached for something different. Everything about settling down was such a contrast to her typical lifestyle of hanging around for a few days and then leaving in the middle of the night.

She turned and looked at the wolves as their worries and fears seemed to melt away in the joy of just being. They had lived. They had kept their home. They were.

"And what are you?" Nine asked herself. Many things came to mind. A coward. A know-it-all. Asocial. Curious.

She wasn't a lover. Or a fighter. She was a runner. And Nine was oh-so tired of running. So, so very tired. "Maybe..." she started. With a final glance to the woodlands, she took a decisive step toward the pack.

"Maybe I can stay a little longer..."


Mentioned: Dealan-de wolves
Addressed: Herself
Notes: boring but essential post to get myself back into the RP groove \o/

  Seeing the female at a loss for words made him smile a tiny bit, in a friendly-but-amused sort of way. Some of her little quirks were amusing. He wouldn't tell her that. He saw Ailis looking him over, and he was pleased with the fact that she seemed to be giving him a chance. At first he'd been a bit on the fence as to whether or not she would tolerate his company. She didn't seem initially like a very easy wolf to him --- easy to befriend, talk to, approach, but now that she'd come partially out of her shell over the past two weeks, he'd seen her in a whole new light. Ailis wasn't nearly how he'd always imagined her.

  There was something more to everybody, he supposed. Fyrebane's brain wanted to delve into the subject, but he doubted he could survive so much thinking. He was smart enough, but not incredibly deep. Thinking things through didn't really come to him so easily. The ruddy male blinked off the subject; and reminded himself that he was here to make a friend, not to contemplate the depth of the spirits of his packmates. He had gotten off track.

  "Uh.. Well. I find that I am at a loss for words," she mumbled awkwardly. He grinned minimally at her comment. Fyrebane was wondering if she was a bit flustered, but she produced a chuckle which reassured him of the mood. He accompanied her chuckle with his own, heartier equivalent.

  "Well, I'm not sure how to fully express this, but... Thank you." Raising her head, her eyes gleamed with gratitude. "You know, I wasn't quite sure who to give these to, but I think you need a few extra flowers too. Besides, I would like to congratulate you. You're the new Beta!"

  "Ha, thank you!" he exclaimed in return. He felt a bit overly enthusiastic, but rightfully, he supposed. The male hadn't yet considered all that this promotion would mean --- for him and his fellow wolves. Again, he hadn't really thought things through before giving Rebekka his answer, but even if he'd taken a thousand years to come to a conclusion, he knew it would be the same one. It was an honor to be chosen for such a position, and he simply couldn't have turned it down. And he'd always liked to have mastership over others. He promised himself he wouldn't abuse this.

  Fyrebane observed that they were bouncing their attitudes off of each other, and both of them were growing a bolder. He wasn't sure why he noticed it, but it interested him. She looked slightly embarrassed now, but he overlooked it. As smoothly as he could navigate socially, speaking to her pretty much hit his social skills in the face with a rubber mallet. Talking to her had temporarily broken his charm. At least, he hoped it was temporary.

  Ailis was setting her bouquet at his feet now, and he felt himself suddenly flush. It was definitely a convenient time to have reddish fur, he noted. He was grateful for the gesture, more than he would have expected himself to be. "And... Well, I suppose... " she trailed off. "Uh... If you have the time, do you ever want to talk more? You seem like quite the interesting wolf." He hadn't been anticipating to hear something like that, but it was sort of what he was going to try to ask her, so he was glad he didn't have to say it. It didn't sound so great out loud. "Yeah. I'd like that," he attempted. "You seem like an interesting wolf, too."

  'Damn conversational skills,' he cursed himself. 'Come back. Please?'

Wolves Addressed: Ailis
Wolves Mentioned: Ailis, Rebekka
Word Count: 610
Notes: This took me forever because I am exhausted.

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Wolves Addressed: Mustafa
Wolves Mentioned: Mustafa, Others
Word Count: 486
Notes: Short-ish and lame post is short-ish and lame. Sorry. I'm dead tired.

  He hoped his stupid-sounding comment hadn't put the coppery female off any. She would make a great friend if he could get to know her better, he was figuring. Fyrebane needed to make a few more friends around the pack, and Ailis wasn't the most social wolf, so he figured it would do them both some good to get to know each other. After all, it couldn't hurt to try and make friends with her. Even though she wasn't a traditionally friendly wolf, she was friendly enough for him. It was a shame she didn't put herself out there a little more, because he thought that she'd get along well with some of the other pack members, too.

  Standing around was getting to be a bit awkward now, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't really have anywhere else to go, and took a quick glance behind him. When his head swiveled back around, he noticed that Ailis looked a little peppier than normal, but in a strange way. He couldn't tell what about, but she was definitely thinking hard. At least, he thought, she hadn't been paying much attention to him standing there dumbly.

  As much as he wanted to, he couldn't solve the mystery of what was going through her head. Her face bore an expression of happiness, but also of consideration. He wasn't sure if he should try to come up with some kind of ice-breaker comment or suggestion, but it didn't look like a very good time to interrupt her. Thinking on such a deep level had always perplexed him even further, though he did realize that some wolves relied very heavily on their brains to navigate through life. Fyrebane was all hot-blood and impulse, and physical power. Sure, he was clever enough to think things through if he wanted to, and when he did use his brain, it usually helped, but he could get on fine without much higher-level thinking involved. The survival instinct that had been bred and beaten into him at a young age had gotten him considerably far as of yet.

  With a slow blink, he tried to clear his head out. He still hadn't decided if he was going to say something, and he watched as the female pawed at a little rock. Fyrebane could recall that she was particularly fond of rocks, which he found unusual, as he had no faddish of any nature.

  "So uh..." the female began, finally breaking the universal silence. "Do you want to hunt? I'm sure that grabbing a bite to eat would loosen us up. I'm up for the adrenaline anyway, aye?" Ailis invited. Pleasantly surprised by the suggestion, he found that he actually could go for a bite, and plus, hunting was his thing anyway. It was a task at which he was more than comfortable. "Yeah, sounds like a plan!" he replied, starting off in that direction.

  He took the lead and started padding at a comfortable gait off towards the hunting grounds. A nice run to stretch out his muscles was just what he needed right about now, and it would be a great opportunity to get to do something with Ailis, too.



Wolves Addressed: Ailis
Wolves Mentioned: Ailis
Word Count: 534
Notes: Found the time for this little number. It's not anything amazing, but I'm glad to have had the chance to get it out. I'll be posting for Avalon later.

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Wolves Addressed: Mustafa
Wolves Mentioned: Mustafa
Word Count: 543
Notes: Added this for Ava.

Silver looked at the two couples and sighed, she had been away too long it seemed to acquire a male's eye. Slowly she rose to her paws and took the rose from her foot to her teeth avoiding the thorns or at least trying to. She saw two females whom she had seen but never met, eh this was a good time she guessed and if there were any males other then the three she saw then she would flirt but for now she trotted to Jayme who was drawing in the soft dirt.

"Hi I'm Silver, what's your name?" she asked kindly after she gently put the rose on the ground by her feet. "That is a beautiful drawing, what's it called?"
She hoped her questions wouldn't scare away this potential friend in the making.

Wolves Addressed: Jayme
Wolves mentioned: The two couples, Nine and rest of pack

Jo continued to watch his pack, a small smile on his face. They were finally looking like a pack. A weird one, but a pack none the less. Oh, and with a pack, came Alphas and with Alphas, came Betas. Rebby and Jo had discussed the matter before. Their old ones had left after the battle, and the pack was in need of helping paws.

“Luna, Babe.” He beckoned, struggling back onto his paws. He waddled over to the long legged female, that quite clearly over shadowed him. “Pidge made her speech more formal, but ya know I'm not one for big speeches. So, fancy being my second in command. The pack could use your goodlook and brains, babe.” He smirked, pushing himself closer to the female. He placed the rose by her paws, winking into her emerald eyes. “For you, babe.” He chuckled before limping back over to his resting spot. “Be by the rocks, if ya need some fun.” He called back, swooshing his tail.

He was glad that Luna got to the new Beta. He hoped that she'd accept the offer. He knew that she was a loyal member and had a strong head on her. With her and Fyrebane as Betas, the pack would thrive. It had dwindled since the battle with Memphis. Members scattering, vanishing into the night. Jo didn't blame them,nor did he really care. Go wherever you needed to go. Don't dwell if ya know ya don't belong. Thats what he kept doing. Travelling until his paws ached and his stomach grumbled, or at least until he could find a lady to spend the night with.

“Jo!”“I will hit you” 

Jo rolled onto his side, his tongue flopping out of his mouth with a sigh. He chuckled at his mate before closing his eyes. “You wouldn't hurt a cripple now, would ya?” He peaked at Rebby before closing them once more.

The autumn sun fell on Jo, casting a small breeze through his fur. The scent of nearby elk fluttered, the loch ness waved, the flowers danced and his pack's scent was held close by. The dying leaves littered the Scotland marsh, coating it in a blanket of orange and reds. The alpha buried his head beneath them, blocking out the sun, casting a strange warmth over his face and muzzle.

'You're getting lazy, Jo.' He muttered inside his mind. Really, was he having a nap in the middle of the day? Well, catch rest whenever you can, sounded like a good motto to him. Anyway, he wasn't really napping. His eyes were shut, but he could still listen around. Rebby was still near.

“Pidge.” He mumbled, still leaving his eyes closed. “Come lie with me.” He whispered, hoping she'd lie with him. He wanted to be close to her. Ever since the fight with Memphis, Jo was keeping a closer eye on his mate. He was still the wacky, flirty male that got on her nerves, but something grew between them. Something that he didn't understand. It was not love,no, it was bigger than that. He didn't see Rebby in that light, and he doubted he ever would. He loved her more than someone could love another, which was strange. Jo wasn't a fan of loving someone. More of a quick night and then I'm out of here, sort of guy.

Hmmm, maybe Rebby was special. Just maybe.

wolves addressed: Luna and Rebby
word count: 569

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She didn't know why. She didn't understand why she had stayed. She could have moved on and continued to travel, but she didn't. Pan stayed with the pack. Pan was a wolf of many things, but staying with a pack wasn't one of them. Not for a long time at least. Before she had joined many packs, met new wolves, seen them be born and seen the die. She watched as each generation passed before her. And then she had enough.

So she moved on, walking until her paws complained. She saw a lot. Saw the rising mountains in Italy, the ever flowing snow in Russia, the gorge in Solvenia, the pulpit rocks of Norway, Radan mountain in Serbia, and so many more that her mind was scrambled with amazing scenery. For one who could live forever, the sights never bored her. She would visit them once she tired of this pack and their future generations, but for now she would appreciate the lush landscape of Scotland.

The weather bristled against her fluffy coat. She smiled at their whispers. She loved the cold. She was made for it. She had ventured across what would later be known as France, and while its weather wasn't warm, the Scottish lands felt more like home with its biting wind. She couldn't wait for the snow to fall on the land, making her striped fur blend with the white ground. It would be a time when she was at her best.

"And what are you?"

Pan turned her head and saw a young female. She looked troubled, her brows knotted as though she was in deep thought. The lady was dwelling over something. On what? She did not know, nor was she about to get involved. Or so she thought. Within seconds she had realised that she was walking towards the female.

"Maybe..."."Maybe I can stay a little longer..

Ahh, so that is what she was thinking about. Whether to stay with the pack or not. The very same thought had past her own mind once before, and a many of time before that. Join and have a brief moment of happiness or be alone without the pain of watching them turn to dust before your very eyes. Morid, but the truth. Pan had seen many things with her old eyes, and death was one that still hit her hard. Maybe not as hard as the ones of this pack, but it still hurt to watch one die.

“Tak.” Pan started as she approached the female. “Vy turist kak ya ili ty bezhish' ot chego-to, yunaya ledi? ” She asked, gently trying to coax the female towards the pack where her decision would be fixed.

Wolves addressed: Nine
Word count: 451
Translation: Are you a traveller like me or are you running from something, young lady?

Wolves Addressed: Jo
Wolves Mentioned: The pack
Word Count: 819
Notes: N'aw, an actual sweet post between the alpha's :3




The fields around Stonehenge really had thrived with a bit of Fate's magic. It was hard to believe that the shadows had killed everything in its path when all that was there now was flowers as far as the eye could see.

They swayed gently as the breeze touched them, though there was an area that was moving unusually...almost as if someone was walking through them (or should I say bouncing). Every now and again, a couple of flowers would disappear and be whacked from side to side roughly as the trail of the mysterious thing continued onwards.

With a few more tugs, Ginger bounced out of the flower field with a wide grin. Petals and grass stains stuck to her coat, but the wagging of her tails showed that she didn't have a care in the world for being dirty. Wrapped in her tails were a bunch of flowers she had plucked while walking. Some of them dangled from being snapped, while others looked like they made the journey fairly intact. Either way, Ginger didn't care, she just wanted to spread the love around (as per usual).

With a happy sigh, she bounced and hummed to herself, almost dancing her way around a couple of the rocks of Stonehenge. Her head bopped from side to side as she jumped and sprang, wiggling her butt from time to time at the music she was humming completely off key.

After a moment of dancing, she saw the fun sounding wolf (Pan) and made her way over with grin, “Hello! Here's a flower!” She exclaimed happily, tilting her tail towards her mouth enough so she could grab a flower and pass it onto Pan. With a little bit of awkward snapping to catch the flower, Ginger finally managed to snag one. She pushed it up to Pan's paws and looked up at the large wolf with no intimidation, just pure happiness.

Noticing the wolf beside her, Ginger's eyes widened and she gasped in excitement, “Oh! Nine! I got one for you too!” Attempting the same move as before, Ginger ended up dropping all of her flowers with a little pout. She looked at Nine and then at the bouquet that lay sprawled on the ground. For a moment she looked back and forth, before she grinned and simply brushed all of the flowers up onto Nine's paws, “For you! You can share if you want” She suggested with a bright smile, wagging her tails happily.

She stood up on two paws, as tall as she could go, and gently leaned against Nine in a sort of small hug. “Give it to someone special, kay? Like all of the wolves!” In her moment of excitement, Ginger lost a little balance and fell backwards with a little 'ooof'. She looked up at the two females with a bashful grin and giggled, “I meant to do that”

Wolves Addressed: Nine, Pan
Word Count: 482
Notes: Ginger is pretty much going to try and do a full circuit So first stop, Pan and Nine
Music: One minute to win it – Wreck it Ralph soundtrack

Caroline flinched when the wolf with stripes approached her. Her strange language took a moment to register with the traveler, and she swished her tail, blinking and waiting for some sense to come of the words.

Nine shook her head in dismay, "I'm sorry?" Part of her was curious about the strange wolf and her strange language. Part of her was terrified by the large teeth that dangled from her mouth. The wolf's green eyes were old and intelligent, like they had seen the world and knew of all the majesty and tragedy that the world held. Nine wanted to learn from this wolf, but the language barrier caused the words to stop in her throat. Though, some of the words sounded like her native language.

Young lady for sure was among the words said. Another sounded like "tourist." Furrowing her eyebrows, she made a dangerous guess that the older wolf was asking if she was a traveler. The inflection made it seem like it was a question. Finally, Nine nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she stated, albeit forlornly. Her next words were cut short by the young female Nine had met upon first coming to these lands.

She doled out flowers, claiming that Nine could share them with someone special - like the pack. Nine's grey eyes gleamed with amusement. "Thank you, Ginger," she dipped her head graciously to give a friendly nudge to the young wolf. But, then Ginger proceeded to trip over herself, tumbling head over tail, and claiming she meant to do it. Nine suppressed a laugh, nodding to the pup. "I believe you," she managed through trying to hold back her amusement.

As if suddenly remembering that Pan was there, and that she wasn't as alone as she thought she was, Nine raised her head and stood taller. Inwardly, she cursed herself, hating that she had let another see that she wasn't as stoic and knowledge-driven as she put off to be. it was next to impossible to not find love in her heart for the playful young Ginger. A soft spot that Nine was certain would be the cause of her downfall.

But...

Looking at the Dealan-De wolves, Nine wondered if living with them, it would be different. Maybe having a soft spot for a group of wolves wouldn't be the death of her, if they were these wolves. These wolves that had fought for their home. These wolves that seemed to love one another like they had been family their entire lives. Nine gave a little sigh, perplexed eternally by the differences between this pack and the others that she had dwelt through.

Or maybe they weren't so different. Maybe she had just left before she could really notice the magic that coursed through the air between a group of wolves who truly cared for one another. Maybe she had been blind, after all, and not as observant as she thought she was.

The longer that Nine watched the wolves, the longer that she wondered how much she had wrongly judged the other packs she had gone through. Her own birth pack was another story, naturally, but, not every pack is the same, after all. Staying here wouldn't hurt, she decided. Nine could fight alongside these wolves. Already, she felt their conviction coursing through her veins.

Nine was one of them. She had been for a while, but she had been denying it. The feeling of belonging overwhelmed her at last, and a slight smile took shape on her mouth. There was a saying, home is where your heart is. Her home was here, because Nine's heart had been captured by these unique and wonderful wolves.

She was home at last.

Addressed: Pan, Ginger
Mentioned: Pan, Ginger
Notes: Nine is too cute for me to handle.
Words: 611