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        It has been a day now since Nanuua had washed ashore on this strange land. He had left the beach far behind him, and had found a river which he drank eagerly from for he was so thirsty. He then began to follow that river, which led him into stranger lands. He was now in a place with emerald green hills that looked like the back of a serpent. his eyes fixated upon the vast beauty of the hills. He looked toward the sky. 

    The sun was centering itself upon the vast blue ocean of sky which was cloaked with various cloud cover. His pelt swayed back and forth as the wind lashed at him in various directions, the wind didn't seem to be able to make up its mind today, which meant that his scent would be tossed around in various directions. He hoped that no one was around, because he wasn't in the mood at all to encounter any others at the moment, but then again fate had a strange way of doing the opposite of what he wanted. 

   

    He trotted down the large emerald hills, his paw pads kicking up the wet grass. He smelt fresh drops of rain about to fall from the sky. His ears were erect, his tail held up high. His emerald eye flashed back and forth. His left eye was not able to see, due to the fact a raven had tried pecking it out a few moons back when he was trying to get some scraps from a carcass that a bear had left behind. 


    His nose went directly downward toward the wet ground and began to sniff. He swore that he just sniffed out a rodent of some kind. His stomach growled eagerly, his tail began to sway back and forth while remaining straight. He kept probing at the ground, hoping that the rodent would pop out of a nearby hole if he agitated it enough.

    He began to dig into the earth, growling and grunting as he dug. His claws scraping away grass and dirt as he began to form a hole, he buried his muzzle inside it moments later, snapping at anything and everything, but as a result only got a mouthful of dirt. He growls in anger and frustration as he pulled his muzzle out. He soon spots the mouse in which he had smelt, scurrying away, he chases after it in full persuite. 

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[Roka]

Spring was fast approaching and Roka knew it. There was a feeling deep in her bones that this mild winter was coming to an end. More rapidly than she would have liked, but since shedding the majority of her winter coat these warm climates were much easier fro bear. Her long grey and while coat had been a source of much pride for her, something that she took heart of. She wasn't an entirely vain wolf, but she did admit that he coat had been beautiful. She had been sad to see it go when the warmth crept in, but that sadness has been tinged with relief. No matter how much she loved her coat, she also loved the prospect of not roasting to death in the heat. This place was so removed from her old home that she would have guessed it on the other side of the world. Her tundra has been cold all year round, not warming as this continent did. She wasn't sure if it would remain this warm if she were to travel even farther north, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it would. She had no trust in this places seasons and prepared herself for the worst. Although these hills she now called home were lush and green they were akin to a desert to her. She could only imagine how unbearable the south must be. She resigned herself to her fate here on the island for there was no chance of an escape. Even if she could get off of this island she would never be able to find her way back to the tundra. It was probably for the best considering that the humans had found out where she lived. They had taken her into captivity when she had been injured by that blasted cat. Damn cats. Ruined everything.She had always had a respect for the leopards that had shared the territory with her. They had never bothered her and she did them the same courtesy. It had been a young male who had broken the silent covenant between the species. She had been eating a smaller deer that she had taken down earlier in the day, so enthralled in eating she hadn't noticed the cat creeping up on her. Her eye had been gone before she could even think to fight back. It had left her for dead and then had taken her kill, insulting her even further. She growled in frustration as she continued on. She wouldn't have been as angry if she had gotten a scar anywhere else, then at least it would have healed. Her sight was lost to her forever.

She trudged along continuing her trek across this land. She wanted to explore more of the continent and find out what other marvels were held here, but she was also daunted by the idea of leaving the familiarity. She was bound to meet others on the way, something she wasn't excited about. Her experiences had ventured from friendly to deadly and all the places in between. She could trust no one here, and she wouldn't. A new scent crossed her path and although she didn't want to meet up with another shipwrecked wretch she also didn't want to be crept up on. She hated surprises after the loss of her eye. She keyed into the scent and began to track. The new wolf was nearby and moving fast. She began to trot in the direction of the loner until she was almost upon him. He was chasing after what appeared to be a mouse, but it was fast and nimble making a good run of it. He is one of those polar wolves. There was a pack of those nearby my own back in he tundra. White pelts seem to run with those wolves. Roka watched in fascination as the mouse tried it's best to keep it's life from being devoured by this wolf. She could understand why such a predator would want to snap up the tiny morsel, she herself had a liking for rabbits. She loved the spring when it brought little rabbit kits with it. She had mostly lived off of smaller deer and boar among the wilds of the tundra, but this new land was teeming with fresh prey. Most of which she had never tasted before. If this land was going to supply such an abundance of food then she could afford to be choosy with what she ate. She was becoming more and more selective about what she wanted to eat, which was a little disgruntling. This new land was making her soft, undoing all of the things she had worked so hard to accomplish. She had hardened herself into a basic creature who only sought to survive, here she found herself doing much better than that. Here she thrived. She waited patiently to see if this wolf would succeed in catching his prey.

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        It took the wolf several attempts. Snapping his jaws in the air hoping beyond all hope that he had caught the ghastly creature, only to find out that he was only nipping at air like he did as a pup. He  snarls in frustration and looks about taking deep breaths. His scrawny bony form rising and falling with each exhausted breath.

    The wolf snapped and growled as the mouse eluded each snap. He was nipping at the air like he did when he was a pup trying to chase a butterfly. He was wasting energy that he needed to keep for his journey further North. He had to find somewhere that had lots of food and water, somewhere that he would not be violating any treaties with other wolves. The last thing he wanted to do was get into a major argument or fight with an Alpha that could easily overcome him.

    He was at his most pathetic state ever. His body was clinging to his ribs, his stomach growled angerly at him demanding food. He could not find the Fast Wet which would give him something cool to drink, and he was a bit lonely. But then the wind waffled over his fur, and his nose twitched at the scent he picked up. His ears perked in full alertness, his tail raises a bit as he peals back his lips, revealing his sharp fangs a a slight snarl erupts from the back of his throat. 


   He usually wasn't this threatening when it came to meeting others, but his mood was dampened. He fixated his gaze toward a she wolf that had been watching him trying to snag the mouse. He closes his lips slightly and glares at her. 


"Enjoying the show are we?" His harsh voice inquired as his only good emerald eye gazed at the other wolf, the claw marks on his shoulders showed a bit more, but that was what happened when the weather was about to change. He sniffed the air, and could smell a storm brewing to the west. His eyes still fixate themselves upon the other wolf, waiting for her to respond. 







         

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Roka watched on as he snapped about in vain not catching the mouse. She noticed his emaciated state, his skin clinging to the bones, stretched taught over the nothingness of his flesh. He was on the verge of starving, something Roka knew too well. She hadn't survived from easy times, that wasn't surviving. She had made a rough life for herself up in the deep tundra, but she had made it none the less. Most wolves in her situation would help this skinny stranger to find a meal, perhaps even catch it for him. Roka wasn't most wolves. She would not aid a creature that could not help itself. Death was a natural part of life that she had learned to accept. If this wolf couldn't make it on his own in this abundant environment then he was not worth the effort. If she caught this one meal for him she would only be setting him up for failure. What happens when I am gone and there is no one here to catch his dinner. No I will not waste a meal on him. Her fur bristled when he gave a snarl in her direction. It seemed that he finally caught on that he had a visitor. He was rude and boorish in his aggression, at least Xion had been the smallest bit charming in her attempts to hurt Roka. Her manners has been enough to make her come across as a villain, this male was just another angry brute. Roka had nothing to fear from his show of anger for she was larger and stronger from the looks of his depleted body. She was large among some of her kind, but she had heard rumors of giant beasts that roamed the lands in the south. Wolves that made her look like a pup in comparison. She had no yearning to meet these beasts that made up the Kairos pack. She was content to remain among herself up in this northern territory.

Her eyes narrowed at the male even though only one had sight. He was threatened for some reason, but Roka didn't care She wasn't going to tolerate impertinence from a total stranger. This brute is snippy. He needs to learn how to behave. Roka's tail whipped back and forth in irritation. Her fur along her back and shoulders bristled, her lips drawing back to show fangs of her own. He wasn't going to bully her that was for sure. "No. Hunting bad." She wished that she had the ability to chastise him with eloquent speech and pointed words. The truth was she would settle for a complete sentence, but alas she was cursed with her barrier. She knew what she wanted to say, know all the words that she wanted to let fly off of her tongue. She just couldn't remember how the make them. It had been a life of solitude in the tundra that had led to this problem. She had remained silent for so long, just her and her thoughts to keep her sane. The time had dragged on and when she finally needed the ability to talk it had been forgotten. Lost to her. Her speech had been improving, but it was going to be a long journey before she could speak as prettily as others did. Sometimes she wished to free of this place and to be given back to her solitude. There at least she didn't have to talk. "Too slow. Hunt deer." If he was unable to catch the quick moving mouse than he would have to try his luck at larger prey. It took more strength to take them down, but it was possible. Not only possible, but it took less speed to pull one of them down. It also made for a heartier meal. A mouse was little more than a mouthful. It would do little to restore the flesh his body was lacking. "Mouse not enough. Eat more. Survive."

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        After the rodent had scurried away from him, his eyes directed themselves toward the she wolf. His ears were still erect and his tail held high as his nose wrinkled. His own fur bristled slightly as he stood in a more dominate position. If he could bite down upon her neck and kill her right then and there he would, she would make a fine meal. 

        He feels a blade of grass brush against his ankle, the wolf looked at the grass blade for a moment, and then snarled at it. "Shut up you!" He said not bothering to look back at the she wolf. No one knew about his insanity but himself, yeah the blade of grass was bad mouthing him, but of course he didn't frankly care.


        His eyes looked toward the she wolf and spoke. "Then by all means, show me where these so called magical deer come from," Said the wolf in a very sarcastic tone. He knew that his sarcasm always got him into trouble, but he only cared for one thing at the moment, and that was food and survival. 
   

           "Firstly, do you know of a good nearby stream I can drink from?" He inquired panting slightly, his tongue lulling out from his mouth. "I am very dehydrated," He said grunting slightly shaking his pelt, more of his winter fur falling off.  He was looking at the she wolf in deep thought. Trying to figure her out. She looked to be in a lot better shape then he was. He could see bits of blood staining her muzzle, which meant that she had just recently eaten something, which made him more aggravated. 


        He had to be patient with the she wolf, she apparently didn't speak fluent speech as much as he did. Speech was the first thing that his parents had taught him when he was old enough to start uttering words. He had learned every letter of the Alphabet and learned how to form sentences full and clear. 

                                 

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Roka's ears perked up at his startling outburst. His attention seemed to be directed at a blade of grass, probably the source of his anger. Roka was intrigued by his rash action. He must have some kind of madness or was perhaps rabid if he was talking to the grass. Roka shook her pelt trying to get her pelt to settle itself. This wolf was nothing but a petulant hungry brute. She had seen the disease the humans had called rabies many time before. When she had been taken from the wild by man they had given her countless shots and pills and she had heard the mutterings of rabies more than once. She hadn't gotten the disease herself but the humans had been worried. They had spent so much money saving her after her fight with the cat they didn't want her to die from rabies. He wanted Roka to show him where the deer were and the water too. "Are you baby. Can't look." Roka knew that the hills were teeming with prey and this addled wolf only needed to apply himself to find what he was seeking. Roka's ear's pricked up as she heard the water trickling from a nearby creek. The hills were filled with little crevices that tucked water away. There were at least two in the area near then, but she wasn't going to just lead him to them. "Listen. Water and Food", she barked ears twitching. She could hear the footsteps of something in the distance, many somethings. There was so much life bustling around them.

The male seemed to puff up towards her and Roka rolled her good eye at him. He was obviously used to being given his own way, but she wasn't going to indulge his rudeness. Perhaps it would have been different if he had been polite and asked for directions, but no he made demands in a dry sarcastic manner that was displeasing. She gritted her teeth trying to keep her temper in check. It was a nasty thing that tended to get the better of her in these situations. The last thing she wanted to do was fight especially considering her encounter with Xion. Roka grumbled mostly to herself before addressing the male again. "I am Roka, welcome to island." She tried to keep her voice pleasant but she knew some of her frustration had weaseled it's way in there. She would not stoop to his level and become nothing better than an errant child throwing a tantrum. She would control her temper to the best of her ability and continue on. There was no need for her feathers to get ruffled by a complete stranger. She settled down into a sitting position and waited to see if this wolf would be smart enough to rely on his senses. She couldn't beleive that he had come this far without knowing out to smell out prey, to listen for water, to survive. Perhaps he was one of those pets that humans had kept. Maybe he was new to the wild. She doubted that based on his scars, dogs didn't get hurt that badly, not while on their leashes.

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        It took Nanuua a bit to respond as the blade of grass was still arguing . 

         "That's it," He growls and grabs the blade and rips t out from its root and then snaps at it till it was torn to bits and then spits it out. 


          "Let that be a lesson to all ya!" Barked the wolf, his eyes shifting back and forth at the other blades of grass as he snorts and wrinkles his nose.

        "The name is Nanuua," He said looking toward the She wolf. He heard her talking about something of listening for water, smelling for good or something like that, but he couldn't really tell because of the growling in his stomach.  However he did hear something. His ears stood high in alert. 


    He lifted his nose, and allowed it to smell the strange smells of the island. He could feel the cool wet grass, the nearby storm that he  sensed earlier, which was now getting closer. His claws dug into the earth, his muscles relaxed. His ear twitched at the sound of a twig snapping a few miles down the way. He soon darts off in full speed, his claws kicking back dirt, leaving the she wolf behind. 


    The scent of deer filled his nostrils. His paws kept him going, his heart was thudding against his chest. He could already taste the sweet scent of blood and raw meat sliding down his throat. He raced forward growing deeply as he sees his prey dead ahead. He keeps going, but then he stops, and sniffs the air again.

    A moment of silence follows, he does a servey of his prey and what it was doing. It was a young doe, a fat one with fresh spring leaves stored inside her belly. She also appeared to have a fawn nearby. He didn't care, the fawn was probably going to die anyway. The wolf makes sure that he wasn't in a bad area to continue the hunt. He made sure that the wind would not carry his scent directly to the doe. 

    After this was all checked, the wolf was ready to lung for the kill. He bares his teeth, he trots forward a bit closer, closer he moves toward the slumbering doe who was still unaware. The fawn was grazing beside her, the fawn lifts its head. It bleats, but it was too late. Nanuua had lunged forward, grabbing the sleeping doe's thighs and CRUNCH. 


    His jaws break the doe's neck, blood spewing down the wolf's muzzle as he feels the animal go lifeless in his grasp. His stomach gave another churn of hunger as his fangs dug into the neck of the doe. The doe's blood tasted so sweet in Nanuua's mouth. He salivated at the smell and taste as he began to crunch through bone and hide. He saw the fawn had taken off, leaving its poor dead mother behind. 

    He wondered to himself if maybe the she wolf would go after the fawn and kill it instantly instead of letting it die of natural illness, or another predator. Why was he caring anyway? It was live or die in this world, eat or be eaten. He didn't really care, right now he cared about was filling himself with nice deer carcass. 


   
                

                          

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Roka watched the brute's seemingly crazed movements as his attention was again centered on the blade of grass. His actions were of a frantic nature, snapping from one end of the spectrum and returning just as fast. He went from aggression to rudeness and then jumped to wanting assistance all within short expanses of time. Roka wasn't sure whether she should stay and watch as this beast unraveled even further from reality, or if she should leave before he lost all sense of sanity. She saw the savage way he shredded the grass, leaving it torn to bits. He acted as if the grass was actually carrying on a conversation with him, but Roka couldn't fathom it. There was no earthly reason for the wolf to be talking with the grass, unless he was indeed mad. She knew the mind to be a frail organ easily tipped off center for unknown reasons. She had never lost her own sanity, and hoped that even in the clutches of old age she would be able to avoid such a diagnosis. From what she saw of this male it wasn't something she would want to experience. She shook herself again, her bristling hairs finally settling back into place. He finally turned away from the grass and gave a proper introduction. Nanuua. Strange name. Moments later he seemed to have caught his second wind and took off in the opposite direction.

Roka lifted her muzzle to the sky sniffing for what had caught the male's attention so abruptly. She smelled deer and nearby too. When she finally caught up with the scrawny male he was taking out a doe with a swift bite to the neck. Good. At least he isn't one of those foul creatures who relishes in the suffering of others. She had met many wolves who were afflicted with that condition. There was something broken inside the that made the end of the hunt more exciting than the chase. Roka could never understand that. It was the satisfaction of finally catching the prey at the end of the hunt, not the kill itself that gave her the most pleasure. She heard the bleating of the young fawn as it ran in her direction. She had eaten in the past day or two, but she could never resist such an easy kill. She waited until the deer's offspring practically ran into her before moving in on it. It was faster than she was, but she had plenty of stamina to wait it out. Sooner or later the little beast would tire and then she would have it. Before it could wear itself out it tripped over something and Roka couldn't help but smile at the luck. The fawn's last bleats were cut short when Roka broke it's neck, crushing it with one powerful bite. Roka turned to see where the other wolf was and decided to wait on eating her meal. She never could eat while others were watching her. It had lost her an eye, so she wasn't going to let her guard down to snack on the fawn. She would take the little lamb with her and eat it when she was away from prying eyes. The male seemed content to devour it's kill with Gusto, replenishing the flesh he had lost from starvation.

He looked rabid enough as he tore and stripped flesh from bone, practically swallowing it whole. She didn't know how a wolf could end up in such bad shape, but she didn't want to find out. Didn't want to know what it felt like to be truly hungry.

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      Nanuua kept gnawing away at every inch of the deer that he had killed. His jaws crunching against flesh and bone as blood stained his lips. It had been so long since he actually had a chance to hunt for himself. He had spent many years in a human preserve, locked behind bars, fed by their hands unholy kills. It made him angry just to remember those memories from the past. 

    He kept grabbing bits of flesh, taring it off the deer carcass as he swallowed them down. The growling in his stomach had at last subsided as the stomach acids began to eat away at the flesh that was now filling his stomach. The wolf let out a belch when he finally realized that he was now completely full, and decided to leave the leftover carcass for the ravens, or a bear if they decide to find it first.  

    That was one of the few pluses to living in the wild, nothing ever got wasted. If a wolf was to kill a carcass and got to full, a flock of ravens would peck at it until nothing remained, or a bear would ravage through the leftovers and the body itself would decompose over the next few months. Nanuua trotted around, sniffing the ground for the scent of the she wolf, and finally found her gnawing away at the fawn that she had killed. Nanuua was relieved at this, the poor creature didn't have to suffer a night without his mother to die in his sleep. 


    The wolf sat down on his haunches and began to lick himself. He lifted his paw and began to lick it until it was nice and wet, and then began to rub the soaked paw all over his muzzle, cleaning off as much blood as he possibly could. He was content now, and his insanity was finally down to a normal level. No grass nor rocks were talking to him, which made the wolf slightly more satisfied. There was food and water in his belly, he was a much happier wolf then earlier when he had submerged from the boat that landed on this forsaken island. 

    He watched closely as the she wolf continued eating. Remaining silent in deep thought. His mind was wandering over the past events of his life, the moment he was trapped by the humans after his mother had passed away, the several injections in which he had been given which made him go crazy and see and hear things that weren't really there. To the point where he had gotten on the wooden boat, hoping that food was there and the tied pulled him away, and now was upon this strange island. 

    "Are, are there other wolves here beside us?" Inquired the wolf carefully as he sat and watched, observing her movements and features carefully. 

          

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[Roka]

Roka waited until he seemed to be finished with his meal, satisfied that he was full. He was efficient enough as a hunter and had brought the kill down in no time at all. Soon enough he would be back in shape and he would survive. He seemed content with his meal as he left the carcass with plenty of meat on it, more for the scavengers. She hardly ever left meat on her prey, but that was because she knew what she liked and stuck with it. His erratic behavior seemed to slow with the consumption of his meal and he was no longer aggressively eying the grass. He was curious about the other wolves in this area. He seemed to have the notion that they were the only two on this continent, but he was mistaken. She knew of a few other loners like herself. She hadn't run into a pack anytime during her stay here, but she could hear the howling at night. There were plenty of wolves roaming about, but Roka did not care. As long as she had food to keep her belly full then she was content. She wondered what purpose Nanuua had for wanting to know what other wolves were on this continent. He would probably seek to join in on their ranks, to become accepted by them. Roka had no interest in being a part of a pack at all. In fact the dreaded any contact with a group of her kind. She had learned early on in life that they could be a cruel place full of lies. Power hungry animals that were no better than man himself. They were petty and cruel in their judgements of others.

Roka had no interest in being anyone's whore. Especially not the alpha. He had been greedy in his pursuit of her. She had been pretty enough when she was young, before her scar. It hadn't been her looks that had appealed to him however. It had been her family's power. She had been born of a strong bloodline, the second strongest besides the alpha's to be exact. That was the reason for her shunning. Her father had reached for power, one that wasn't his and had fallen. Even though she was no more than a pup she had been scorned for her father's crimes. The alpha's son had been the rightful heir and any notion her father had of taking power had been treason. Despite not having any knowledge of her fathers treachery she was kept as little more than a prisoner. Forced to watch on as they tormented her father, forcing him to watch as they took everything he held dear and ripped it away. Her new alpha had been young and very handsome. He had been a true male courting her, trying to gain her trust, but there had been nothing but conquest in his eyes. She had left soon after her execution date had been set. She was given the option to become alphess and bear the next generation of pups for the pack or to die. She wouldn't accept either fate and had run off into the deep tundra, far from anything recognized as home. "No we are not alone. Plenty of packs here." She hated thinking about her past, but the more she accepted things as they were the clearer it all became. The more she understood that this life of solitude had been of her choosing.

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