A New Camp for a New Day

[Laika]

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[atrb=background, i.imgur.com/0j4f4.png] She was starting to get the stink of female. Her time was still several months away but already her body was beginning to think about pups. The chocolate female bristled at the thought of such a thing, oh what she wouldn’t give to be a male. She would be stronger, faster, more respected, and she would not be hounded with a bodily need for squirming, helpless worms. The grumpy female padded along, following the sound of trickling water. She was fairly pleased with her life thus far, if you ignored the start of it anyway. She had never grown up with others and was no so set her in ways she didn’t feel there was a reason to seek company. What good could others possibly do her? She had made if four years on her own, she certainly didn’t need some pesky other following her about asking stupid questions. As a small stream came into view she slowed her gait to a casual walk. The stream was small and cold, but that did not stop her from lowering her head and lapping up a few mouthfuls. The icy water hit her belly like a ton of bricks but she did not show it. She simply lifted her head and licked the few trickles of liquid from her jowls. Casually, without a care in the world, she sniffed at the air. The land smelled unclaimed to her. She had passed over another’s boarders some time ago and had not found the new markings of another pack just yet. Perhaps, she thought to herself, this would be a good place to set up a camp for a while. There was water here and she knew where there was water there was life. Earlier in the week she had heard a few geese passing over head, late-comers in the migration and a good meal for a lone female.

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[FALLON]

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[atrb=background,http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/gr8estwolflover/Fallonbg.png] F A L L O N A slender white bodice manoeuvred with a swift foot through the evergreen forest that was under an enchanted spell of February frost. Eloquently shifting like winter's phantom, hit the crisp leaf freckled forest floor with a four soft slate and pink pads. Black dipped ears rose as the harsh sound of parched lapping broke the calming rhythms of the forest around her. She stopped. Petite frame stiffened, tail vertical in a domineering fashion, it's feathery angelic white plumage parting as the bleak winds rustled through wolven pelt alike. That snow white pelt and polar blue eyes were the angelic features of a guardian angel. An expected personality of a calm, placid, forgiving character seemed worthy of her appearance - oh how the naked eye could be just as deceptive as the mind. Fallon's hackles rose till she was almost twice her normal size, such a long thick coat she possessed provided the ultimate insulation and the perfect bulk for her lithe frame. Ebonite lips dropped, her black lip leather rose so that all that was one display was a brilliant set of ivory fangs that glittered in the sun. Gum line exposed, possessed a demonic expression upon her beautifully carved face, those eyes became wide as if an hallucination danced before them. 'An intruder!' With a powerful leap the small white female bounded from the tree line. A large frightful snarl left her mouth, to the point where it rasped her throat in the slightest. Landing perfectly with splayed fore paws with such an aggressive thump, allowed her rear end to float down silently. Bleak water splashed from under her pads as her landing was in that of the perennial stream - a place she'd marked with her own scent. Hissing through gritted fangs inspected the female she landed before through scent and sight alone. This girl was older, larger, dark in pelt, rather unusual mask with fiery orange orbs and a temper that matched it's hue. It just seemed however. "What do you seek in MY territory?!" she hissed once again, gritting her teeth further for an immediate answer. Fallon was very careful, especially for the fact that her beloved mother had taken a fatal blow to the neck and remained to live out her desperate days here. Fallon could defend herself, she was not unstable or weak; true aspects of living out of the wilderness. But her mother was and a potential target for invaders.

[Laika]

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[atrb=background, i.imgur.com/0j4f4.png] Like a spirit an angelic faced she-wolf appeared before the chocolate fae. Her hair stood on end, making her appear larger than she truly was. Her white fangs contrasted drastically with her black lips, and that made her snarl that much fiercer. The young female growled a question but Laika paid her little heed. The older female sniffed the air lazily before giving her answer. ”Why do you claim this is your territory?” she asked, ”I don’t smell your stench anywhere but off of you.” A devilish grin spread up and across Laika’s long muzzle. She could smell traces of the female now that she knew what to look for but it still did not seem too strong to her nose. Calmly the tamed wolf looked over the little female. ”I don’t think this is your land,” the black masked fae said again, still not answering the question, ”You’re such a little pup I don’t think you can be the leader of any pack.” Laika wasn’t sure just how much danger she was courting but she didn’t much care. The wolf was small, smaller even than herself. She was young too, Laika doubted she had much fighting experience. It would not be unthinkable for the chocolate brown lady to beat the little angelic faced pup to a pulp, or at least to put her in her place. Coldly Laika continued to size up the white fae. She seemed a little agitated. Was it because she was afraid of her? That seemed unlikely, particularly since the pup had came charging at her without any sign of fear. The idea of the pup having second doubts didn’t even cross Laika’s mind since she never had them. Perhaps there was something else. Pups of her own? The tamed wolf knew nothing about packs and how they functioned but it made sense, in her mind, that a pup who had babes of her own would be forced to leave her home. Was this female worried that she, the stranger, was going to harm her babies? ”You should get back to whoever you are caring for pup,” Laika smiled, ”They might be getting cold without you. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll keep to myself for the next few weeks then I’ll move on. You better just look after yourself and yours, baby doll.”

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[FALLON]

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[atrb=background,http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/gr8estwolflover/Fallonbg.png] F A L L O N ”Why do you claim this is your territory?” The chocolate coated femme answered her question with unbelievable ease. She'd responded with noticeable confidence and her tone hinted slight humour in the rhetorical question she'd challenged the white canine with. Fallon narrowed her polar optics yet her ears remained forward and upright to show that she wouldn't think twice about how she'd just reacted and presented herself. ”I don’t smell your stench anywhere but off of you.” That devilish grin smirk that appeared evenly across Laika's darkened maw created an angered pulse within the depths of the chrome she wolf's temple. Fallon's head tilted to the side, her lip leather stretched as repetitive growling still gurgled in the pit of her throat. Two and a half inch ivory fangs glittered as they were borne to their full potential, that pinkish gum line still remained in sight. Had this female no respect for others property? ”I don’t think this is your land,” ... ”You’re such a little pup I don’t think you can be the leader of any pack.” A sharp hiss left through sharp gritted teeth, again rasping her throat slightly. Her silver hackles still remained like mass bulk, almost as deadly appearing as the quills of a porcupine. Her ice blue spheres widened yet her pupils remained the size of a pine point, a dense singularity. Though Fallon was only eight month of age she had the skills to be a brilliant leader. Small, petite, lithe in frame alike that of her famous raven black mother she was built for speed, flexibility and a deadly cutting skill. When thrown in the air there builds could simply twist and rotate so they could land like a delicate feather. Not built for strength at all, relied solely on their swift movements and dense jaw pressure. 'Fat bitch...' she bitterly thought. ”You should get back to whoever you are caring for pup,” ... ”They might be getting cold without you. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll keep to myself for the next few weeks then I’ll move on. You better just look after yourself and yours, baby doll.” 'They may be getting cold without you...' How dare she refer her beloved mother in such a way. A demonic snarl left her mouth as she gave a quick lunge forward and firmly grasped the side on her neck, most of it the thickness of her scruff. Quickly she yanked the female's handsome head down to her level, those ashen phantom like optics staring coldly into that of the molten orangey amber one's of Laika. Though Fallon had a firm hold of the female she had no intention of hurting her, well... she would feel some pain, a long lasting dull pulling sensation on her nape that would prove uncomfortable after a long period of time. "The one that you refer to as 'going cold' is my mother!" words left her mouth like lyrics, she was to family orientated to let others take the piss. "I may be young, I may be small and I may possess a hot head but I don't want you to be the first bloodshed on my lands because you decided to be funny with me!" Fallon whispered gently, as if communicating with a weak spirit. Slowly did the release on her grip loosen, and eventually did the part of Laika's nape that was in the deadly grip of Fallon's jaws release and be freed. Laika would sure feel that bite tomorrow. Fallon took a step back, allowing the opposing females head to rise. Proudly, like a puffin she puffed her chest in a noble position, her tail curled yet the tip of it remained upright and erect. Still a darkened glare shadowed her lids that left the situation still tense, strict in a sense. "However I will not let some stranger lurk around when my mother is in such a vulnerable position." Her chin rose, coal black nose upright in the bleak February air. "What's your name?" she asked informally, casually. This was a first step to gaining some form of relation with the stranger, perhaps if she showed a little more respect she would be allowed to roam on her lands.

[Laika]

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[atrb=background, i.imgur.com/0j4f4.png] Laika watch gleefully as the young wolf took in her words. They struck a nerve and she found it funny. Even the little one’s threat of fangs did nothing to make Laika worry. She could out run or out fight this mere pup if it came down to that. She seemed like she needed to be put into her place anyway. The white pup stood before her as a quivering ball of hair and teeth. She was lean but she was young. She might be quick on her feet but Laika doubted she had the knowledge to track a veteran hider, like herself. She was small, like the chocolate wolf, probably smaller even but that could be a hindrance if it came down to actual fighting. Tooth and claw only got you so far, you needed weight to pin and tear. A fearsome snarl escaped the young one’s lips and before Laika could act the pup held her neck in her jaws. Her neck would be sore for this later, but she let the pup hold her with little struggle. A deep growl came from within Laika’s throat though and the fae’s black lips curled to show her white fangs. Her posturing was more to let the insolate pup know that the chocolate female could do her harm if she felt the need and she was approaching that point. ”Why don’t you care for your mommy, doll,” Laika growled under her breath, ”You still need her, clearly. A smart babe would hide, not threaten an elder who was no harm to you. You don’t have to worry about me being the first bloodshed on this land, pup, because I’m going to whoop your ass if you keep this up.” As the pup released her grip Laika straightened but her growl did not subside. The fae stood before her puffed up like she had just performed something incredible. Then she had the audacity to ask for Laika’s name. This elicited a deep growl. ”Why on earth would I give you that bit of information?”’ she growled, her orange eyes showing a flash of anger, ”You act as if I came here to kill your family then you ask me for my name? You should be the one telling me your calling. I don’t owe you any respect or kindness. You’ve done nothing to earn such things; all you’ve earned so far is a good ass whooping.” Laika’s orange eyes looked over the white fae, watching for the slightest sign of movement. She would be ready for any attack this time. What was her name? The pup had held Laika’s neck in her maw then asked her for her name? Perhaps the wolves here operated differently than the ones she had met thus far in her travels, but that didn’t excuse the question, at least not in Laika’s mind.

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[FALLON]

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[atrb=background,http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/gr8estwolflover/Fallonbg.png] F A L L O N ”Why don’t you care for your mommy, doll,” Fallon gritted her molar's and her aud's fell flat on her cranium and a somewhat pained expression stretched across her face. Word's could not describe her hate for the word 'mommy' or that particular accent in general. The whiny, nasally accent screeched and scraped through her ear drums and it allowed her silver white hair to raise on end. A small quiver rippled through her small bodice, even the sound of this female made her feel slightly nauseous. The snide little comment the chocolate female made didn't even register within the youth's brain as her focus was upon her irritant voice. Yet something she did notice, Laika found it somewhat comical that she was beginning to grow frustrated. Well, if you're going to play with fire - you're going to get burnt, aren't you? ”You still need her, clearly. A smart babe would hide, not threaten an elder who was no harm to you. You don’t have to worry about me being the first bloodshed on this land, pup, because I’m going to whoop your ass if you keep this up.” A small laugh burst from her lip leather and she shook her head in obvious disagreement. Fallon perceived her comment as a threat and that fact she'd even attempted it made the hilarity grow. The story goes a lone wolf wanders onto charted land, owned by an Alpha. This Alpha threatens this wolf for the safety and consideration of her growing pack and this loner threatens to 'whoop her ass' because of a few stern, truthful words. A content look appeared on her pretty face, head tilting to the side with a small smile as if to say 'Oh, please do go on.' ”Why on earth would I give you that bit of information?”...”You act as if I came here to kill your family then you ask me for my name? You should be the one telling me your calling. I don’t owe you any respect or kindness. You’ve done nothing to earn such things; all you’ve earned so far is a good ass whooping.” A sharp snort left her coal black nose leather and she rose her head and swished her tail like the angered mare she perceived. A small growl rippled under her lips and her brow furrowed, a polar glare fixed stubbornly onto the intruder. "I ask your name because I have a right to know to trots up onto my lands so confidentially." she said simply, truthfully. She trotted around the presence of the elder female, hackles raised, fangs prepared for a quick bite. In all honesty her patience wearing thin. "Ha. Kindness? With your tongue? Respect? Your definition please? You appear on my lands and I demand to know what your intentions are and your first response is to reply with some shitty comical comment." she spat, her sphere's dilating. A snarl left her throat, rasping it slightly. Her newly grown fangs brimmed fearlessly and glittered majestically in the February sun. She did not get the logic of the fae. It irritated her to the bone. "I know, I know..." she said, an an evil explanation popping up into her head. "How about I escort you the right way and chuck you into the next territory where it's ruled by some cunt who'd chew you up and spit you out on the spot for referring an Alpha in such a way? I'm not to fond of the bastard but I'm sure he'd agree with my views." Fallon rushed in front of her, invading personal space, exploiting views because of her age. A final snarl reached her mouth, her jowls dropping in the process of releasing this demonic sound. "Or you could tell me your name, doll?" a small wink left her optics, a grim smile curled upon her face. She was ready to voice herself, to the world and call for backup to have her escorted. Fighting this female would be easier than shifting her forcefully out of the territory, so backup would be needed.

[Laika]

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[atrb=background, i.imgur.com/0j4f4.png] Laika barley listened to the pup as she lectured her on her choice of words. Truth be told she didn’t care in the least what the undersized runt thought of her. She rolled her eyes as the pup threatened to throw her body to some unknown wolf that would supposedly tear her to shreds. Laika doubted a male would tear her to bits, she was good at keeping out of site plus she was a mature female. There were advantages to that when it came to males. As the pup asked for her name once more the chocolate fae rolled her eyes again. ”Knowing my name does you no good. I could lie to you for all you know and you would be happy as a pig in mud,” the black masked villain said irritably. She regretted her choice of words almost right away if only because she doubted the pup had even a vague idea what a pig was. She hated that she knew these human phrases; they made others think she might be some mix blooded mongrel. Her horrid coat drew enough attention to that possibility as it was. Part of her brain told her she should just leave. A fight wasn’t worth her time, the costs were too high for the both of them but the pup had no sense to think like that. Besides she didn’t want to seem as if she was afraid of a fight, turning tail didn’t exactly convey the idea that this was a waste of her time. She knew she would have to give up a name soon. It would be best to just give the white fae something now and save time. She wouldn’t believe her now but that was okay, there was still a chance that she would take the name and let her go. With yet another eye roll the orange eyed female gave a sigh and her name. ”Since you are clearly too stubborn to know what is good for you though I’ll give you my name. It is Isa,” she said with a growl. She hated that name. No self respecting wild animal had a name like that. It was a pet name, given to her by her family. She bristled at the thought of them. She hated them but she had to admit the name, along with various nick names, had come in handy a few times. The packs were not able to talk about her amongst each other since they all met different loners. It was something to hide her movements a little, since her coat was incapable of doing that.

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[FALLON]

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[atrb=background,http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/gr8estwolflover/Fallonbg.png] F A L L O N ”Knowing my name does you no good. I could lie to you for all you know and you would be happy as a pig in mud.” Fallon halted herself from her rhythmic moves that allowed her paws to dance, tap the frost sheathed earth gently; light to the touch, a deadly silence. Her angelic sculpted head turned crooked slightly, as if a certain pitch had reached her ear drum and she was determined to figure it out. Perhaps it was Laika's irritant, nasally american accent that shot through her sensitive drums like nails on a chalk board. Perhaps it was because she used a term that she'd never heard of before 'happy as a pig in mud'. First off, what the hell was a pig? And 'in mud?! Which wretched creature with any self respect would engorge themselves into a pool of thick cold mud - especially as it was for a pleasurable activity! She could not help herself but crinkle her lead black nose leather in disgust and simply chuff at the fact this opposer decided to use it as a potential insult. Insulting someone with an unfamiliar term was such a fail, especially if they didn't know half the words they were using. However, the femme had made a point in which she'd regrettably done so - she'd just announced that she 'could' lie; convey a possibility to lie. 'Ahhhhhhhh' she thought, as if an idea had slowly risen to her perplexed mind set. Those polar spheres lit in a beam of brimming blue light as her suspecting instinct arose to her precious senses. A pink tongue rasped harshly around her tapering maw and her lower jaw loosened into an agar form, the slight appearance of ivory fangs glittered underneath her pink membrane and she proceeded to pant, irregularly, heavily, abnormally. Unconsciously, it was an intimidation feature warning little Laika to be careful with her words. Silver hair bristled, itching for an answer. ”Since you are clearly too stubborn to know what is good for you though I’ll give you my name. It is Isa.” A growl sounded over her dense pant, she jaws shut immediately and a crude wolfish smile spread evenly across her beautiful face. Too stubborn? To much for you, sweetheart? To childish to handle? Hah. Fallon arched her neck like that of an elegant crane and shook her silver white mane in motion with the soft, bleak wind. Stubborn? Was that really an aspect to be frowned upon, or is it a sign of strength - a frustrating/annoying strength to some perhaps, but a strength. Precious for a leader. She saw no fault in it, oh she did welcome a challenge. 'It is' the use of imperative seemed blunt and somewhat broken, the growl that intertwined her words showed her last nerve being tugged and gnawed at. Fallon did not jump to the conclusion that this was a definitive lie, just an inconclusive answer. Her tail swished to accommodate Laika's sense of unease. The chrome Alpha female nodded simply, silently and directly. What an unpredictable piece of work she was. If she were a human she'd be the flawless girl in high school who'd spectate the corridors and have everyone falling to her feet. A rude greeting would receive a rude greeting, a nice greeting would get a reserved greeting. She'd bark, she'd bitch, she'd moan but she had a lethal bite. It was just the way she is, was and will ever be. Advancing around the mange ridden appearing female she darted to a leafy pile that had collected itself among the treeline. Fallon simply squatted and urinated very quickly, her tail vertical to show dominance over her land. "Follow your nose and it'll direct you towards the others, there are two able wolves there, with two moon old whelp so watch your tongue." she stated, sharpening her tone and slimming down her eye line as she spoke. "If your interests are elsewhere, please make your merry way off my land before I chase you out."

[Laika]

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[atrb=background, i.imgur.com/0j4f4.png] It was clear that the white wolf had no idea what a pig was. The distain that flickered across her face was a clear sign that Laikia may have just made a fool of herself. Oh well she thought to herself, the past is just that. Best make no mention of pigs again and make like that never happened. The white female gave her warning signs, perhaps telling her to watch her tongue but the chocolate female gave them no heed. Had the little one been her alpha things might have been different. The snow colored fae seemed to accept her name though, that was good. If she had to make a break for it the little one couldn’t track her down. In Laika’s mind there was no doubt that this Fallon would track her. The pup reminded her of a terrier, she wouldn’t let things go and she talked too much. The young alpha marked her land, no doubt trying to prove that she was in charge, before she spoke to Laika. She posed an interesting ultimatum; join her or get out. The human raised wolf mulled over her choices in her mind. It was getting late and she had been hoping to bed down here. It would also be nice to not have to sleep with one eye open, plus a pack meant a chance of big game. If worse came to worse she could always slip away into the night once she was rested and full. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad to be in a pack for a bit. The pup was young but she had a good head on her shoulders. Laika would never say such a thing out loud, but there was no harm in thinking it. Without a second word the black masked femme trotted off in the direction the alpha, her alpha, had spoken of.

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