Out with the O L D, in with the N E W

[chara]

Her white paws were a bit dirty, but the rest of her pure white pelt was perfectly clean. The arctic female had just finished cleaning her pelt not long ago of blood and dirt. Her appetite was now satisfied after finishing a young baby deer. It had been an easy catch considering she was bigger then the tiny creature. She was swift enough to be able to chase it away from it's family. After killing and eating the young fawn, she had done a thorough job of cleaning her pelt. Once she was clean she had walked off from the carcass, letting any scavengers have the rest of it.

She licked her lips as she wandered around these strange new lands. Her silky black wings were folded against her sides. Her long white legs carried her slowly through the lands. Her fluffy tail waved behind her as she sauntered about. So far she hadn't smelled anything out of the ordinary. No other wolves, no predators, nothing. Her red ears twitched on her head as she listened to the sound of birds chirping. It was spring time, so many animals were pairing off and having babies. She scowled at the thought of settling down, though deep down it was something she really wanted. But she wasn't about to show that or admit it. She shook her head and let a yawn escape her red muzzle.

She was growing bored now as she slowed her pace to a stop. She looked around with her eerie red eyes and then sat back on her haunches. Her tail flicked a few times before curling around her paws, sitting tall. Not that there was any other way for her to sit, for she was very tall. She groaned softly and then plopped her body onto the ground. She laid lazily on the ground, stretching her wings before folding her paws in front of her.

[Myth]

The brutes lengthy, pale blue fur was dusty. His paws dug deeper into the mud. He knew where he was going, but, he was not sure why. He would soon cross into the rolling hills of the unclaimed lands. He had a sudden realization as to the fact there were still lands where the pack less wolves were free to roam. Since the new generation had come along, and growing, land was becoming more and more precious. Why leave such a precious resource to brutes and loners? A smile pulled onto his black rims. A faint pale lightness hung in the air, he was unsure if it was simply from the earlier rains or if it was the autumn winds closing in. The scent of pine needles and mud hung in the air. His ears twisted around and his nose scrunched up when he caught the scent of another wolf hit his nose. The scent was clearly that of a femme and, though he was slightly unsure, that of a new generation wolf. His footing changed, his posture tensed. His pale orbs scanned the land almost nervously. It was a reaction that was embedded into his mind, a reaction that was born in him the moment he came into the world a brute.

His pale blue fur shifted in the slight breeze that rolled through the hills. Catching both his scent and the femme's and carrying them onward across the land. Her scent resembled that of mint and roses. His pale orbs were still alert, but, much less tense. His tail was hung low, fur, shifting in the wind and making him shiver even though it was not cold out. In fact, it was rather warm. For autumn, being so close to winter, it was warm. This was something that was also changing. The warm seasons were lasting longer. He moved slightly faster. Nearly prancing through the noels of the hills. Climbing slight slopes and hiding behind the occasional bush as he scanned the land for the femme he had scented. He wondered if he had imagined it. He wondered if his longing for a companion, for someone to talk to, had Finlay pushed him to insanity, making him imagine the scent of a femme. He sighed and shook his head with dull eyes. But, kept moving, even as he lifted his head and letting out a low, alto howl that rang over the hills and into the distance before it faded into the dull horizon.

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