Changes have become too severe in Anikira, and the wolves have been temporarily relocated to the Anikiran Southern Isles. Things have grown dire and unlivable on the mainland; it was time for outside intervention. Please be sure to review the full update on the staff board for more information!
The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
The beach was warm, the sand hot even, and the sun shone brightly overhead as the large male made his way along the coast. There was a cavern here, he had only briefly come to know it as a youth, but today he found little desire to enter and explore. No, instead he patrolled the sands, green eyes carefully judging the terrain ahead as the water lapped almost lazily against the shore. It was late morning when he had arrived here, and though he had taken his time to move across the area, it was still only afternoon when he finally came to a stop at the edge of the foamy water. It danced ahead of him, threatening to wet his paws as his tail swayed gently behind him in the soft breeze. It was relaxing almost, the day so far, but he knew that many things could go wrong on the island within a matter of moments. His father had fallen ill, and though he had meant to tend to him that day, he found himself father away than he had intended to travel. Perhaps his brothers, or the females of the pack, would care for him, and he was sure the older wolf would be well enough and on his feet soon enough. At least he hoped so. He could not bear to loose another parent, even if this time it would not necessarily be his fault.
His thoughts wandered slowly as his ears focused on the sound of the water, but all the while he did not fail to keep track of his surroundings. But, as he began to think about moving on, his stomach growled. He frowned at the sound, but he knew that he would have to find something to eat soon. He thought of the cougar, the one he had left behind with Rikez only a few days before, and thought about turning around to find both it and him. But he figured he should at least finish his patrol first. He would return for his friend before the night. But, perhaps the other male had found his way into Airila territory, come to find him, and possibly his father as well? He had not seen him early that morning in the forest before he had come to the beach, and he figured he would turn back before the sun began to drop in order to search for him once more within the trees. After all, he had promised he would return for him, it would only be dishonorable for him to not keep his word.
For now, though, he stepped forward, towards the water. Perhaps there would be fish here, several yards towards the sea from the warm beaches at his back. He moved slowly, his long legs carrying him easily through the shallow water, and his large chest slowing him down even further as the liquid grew deeper. And yet, he did not stop, not until he was deep enough that he could keep his footing while watching the fish swim around him. There were not many here, but their numbers increased slightly the longer he stood still. Eventually, after several minutes of stillness passed, he dunked his head in the water, lifting it back out of the liquid with a large gray fish in his jaws. Satisfied with his catch, he turned, making his way out of the water and onto the beach, where he laid down to begin to each his fill.
Another morning had come and gone without a single sign of his friend. Rikez sat beside the unmoving tan body of a cougar, so close his black tail draped over the beast’s paws. He didn’t fear the curved talons that protruded from between the big cat’s pads. Meer days before, those same claws had scored his flank, and the wounds still marked his flesh, red and raised in four angry, jagged lines. But he and Arche had overtaken the feline together, and now it would never again swipe at the pelt of a wolf. Overhead, afternoon sunlight filtered through the leafy canopy, casting rays of sunlight down on the black brute’s pelt. Friend. Still, the word was nearly foreign to the black brute, but there was no denying that was what Arche had become to him. In such a short time, he had reminded Rikez what it had felt like when he and his siblings had looked after one another.
But Arche had yet to bring his father to meet the black wolf, and Rikez’s patience was wearing thin. He would sit and he would wait for Arche to find him, but if the other brute was not coming…
I will not be made a fool of.
Standing abruptly and shaking out his thick, inky black coat, Rikez heard the hasty scurrying of small woodland creatures flee before his hulking form. He was not terribly large by any means, but the way he carried himself always elicited fear from those smaller than him. His piercing amber eyes contrasted sharply with his dark pelt, as if he were a shadow himself. Even the golden sunlight that was filtering through to the forest floor was lost in his black fur. He was a fearsome sight, a thought that usually pleased the black brute. Today, however, as he stood alone in the cool and damp forest that had slowly begun to smell like home to him, Rikez was terribly lonely. There was no more time to waste waiting for Arche. If he hadn’t come for Rikez yet today, there was no sense in sitting around for the rest of the afternoon. With a flick of his tail, Rikez turned and padded through the trees behind him. He left the carcass of the cougar behind, not bothering to lug the lifeless body around with him. He would return to it if need be. If not, it would be left for the birds. It was beginning to smell of decomposition anyway.
Arche had traveled with the black brute as far as the Xayar Forest, where he left him in search of his father. The alpha of Airila was sure to accept his son back into his pack with open arms, but Rikez was a rough. Dangerous and unpredictable. As each passing day waxed and waned, it seemed more and more likely that Arche’s father had decided to leave him to his own devices.
Why would an alpha want a wolf like me in his pack? I'm sure it would do more harm than good.
His doubts swirled like a hurricane in the black brute’s mind as he weaved between the thin tree trucks that towered high above his head. He walked further south, the air growing heavier with moisture. He could see it collecting on the plant life around him in a shimmer of droplets. The forest was almost becoming misty at the ground level, and Rikez’s eyes glowed through the haze. When he came out from the shelter of the trees, he found himself at the beach.
Before him, the sea stretched out for miles. The packed dirt of the forest floor turned to sand in a smooth transition, and soon Rikez had to slow, watching his footing as the grainy terrain shifted and moved beneath his paws. Amber eyes scanned the white-tipped waves and came to rest on the point on the horizon where the earth itself seemed to simply end in a faint blue line. Barely one full cycle of the moon had passed since he last saw this beach… since his paws last sifted through the wet sand, his senses filled with the sting of salt water. It was strange to think of all that had happened in such a short amount of time. He was a different wolf than the one that had washed up on this very beach.
Not that he still didn’t have those angry stirrings living inside him. No, he still carried the grief and anger towards his family in his heart, but at least now he was not alone.
Pulling his great black head backwards, Rikez let loose a note that sang over the waves. There was no words to his song, just feeling. In that single howl, he released all his frustrations and longings into the open sky for anyone, absolutely anyone to hear.
Post by blindfoldcity on Jul 7, 2015 4:01:32 GMT -5
Wynter shuddered at the peculiar noise that danced on the horizon. It was safe enough, considering there was at least a 50 meter distance between him and whatever made the sound, still, very odd, though he found almost any noise to be melodious in its own right. He shrugged. Heading toward the thing may not have been the smartest thing, but Wynter had already convinced himself that that was the direction he was going. Of course, he would readily try and avoid the thing, but it was not as though the thing could be that dangerous; right? It didn't matter much. If the thing proved to be such an abnormity, then he would flee. Who knows? Maybe he would discover a creature he hadn't yet seen before? No, reckless thinking wasn't going to get him anywhere, he decided he would just take to the trees. Besides, whatever made that sound, was probably going to attract things as far as anything a mile around. This saddened him. Only minutes ago, he had seen what he knew was called a beach. Something he had never seen before, not since. Not since he was, him. Anyways, it was a beautiful sight, and every few seconds, random fish would shoot from out of the water, and birds would dive down into the watery depths, and return empty handed, or with fresh catch. Wynter had certainly gotten lucky. He hadn't had to even enter the water without catching a fish. A pelican caught a fish, and as it was so caught up with the delight of the capture, it loosened the grip on it's catch, giving Wynter a free meal. He was going to try and give it back to the bird, but the bird seemed as uninterested in the fish as he was the young wolf, and decided to try it's luck with fishing once more. He smiled. Today was a great day. He had traversed many more miles than he originally planned to, which was great! His wound was pretty much healed. Wynter tested it with all types of terrain he had to cross to get to the woods he was in, and it had proven loyal to his endeavors. He flexed it. Yes, just fine, as he had suspected. He pushed pass a few branches, before finding a small clearing, where light was allowed into the wood. He paced a few stepped, when his nose alerted him of a very dangerous fiend. A cougar was around. No, it's alright, it smells like...rotting? His ears went back, instinctually, as he began to examine the area. Then he saw it. The cougar was there, but however dead it was, it was still a frightening sight. He had only encountered a cougar once in his life. Well, his other life. He was quite certain that the fight with the cougar was the cause of his memory loss? No, it was something else, something worse. If only he could remember, maybe he could figure out how to get it back? He sighed. The kill was fresh, so he assumed that whatever killed the beast was still around, and was related somehow to the strange noise he heard. Or maybe those were the cry's of a dying cat? No, the noise was much more rhythmic than that. He shrugged. The trail of blood away from the beast could be described as paw prints. Perhaps another wolf!? Apparently one, no two, that had won the fight with this beast. Oh no, they could be back, any minute now. He froze. He wasn't sure what to do. If they killed a cougar, they could kill anything that walked, right? It was basically the worst beast on the island! He shuddered, imagining he could hear people coming, though he already suspected what he was hearing, the rustling coming toward him, was just in his head right? Now, all the bushes were moving, and his vision was getting hazy. Another attack was imminent, though Wynter had no idea what was going on. He dropped to the ground a split second later, twitching and whimpering as the visions played in his mind once more.
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A howl - a deep, powerful sound - echoed through the trees and towards the water while the male slowly ate the fish he had caught. It seemed his meal was not meant to be, and instead his head lifted and his ears perked up at the noise. It sounded oddly familiar, like a voice he had heard many times before. Although he was halfway through the fish at his feet, instead of finishing it off, he instead stood up and lowered his head to pick up the remnants of the meal. The sound of the call was familiar, he decided, it must have come from the male that he was supposed to go meet up with, the one he was meaning to find later that day. It seems like he came looking for me. He thought to himself, stretching slowly and trotting off in the direction of the sound.
The sand was uncomfortable to walk on, not to mention the wetness of his coat had gathered up a great amount of it in his fur, but he found that he honestly did not care much for comfort right now. Instead, the large male carried the rest of the meal towards the trees, hoping that he could find Rikez within them and officially accept him into Airila. He had only met the male wolf a few days back, but they had fought a cougar together and won, and there was a strong bond of friendship growing between them. Hell, he felt closer to the darker male than he ever had with his own brothers, that had to at least mean something. But he had told him he would return for him, after he was accepted back into the pack by his father.
Things would have gone perfectly, had Toiro not fallen ill so quickly. It had really been fairly upsetting, and though the young wolf knew his father would recover, it had delayed his return to the borders for his friend for at least a day or two. Now, with his stomach at least partially satisfied, he moved towards the dark wolf's call, sighing softly in relief as the male's form came into view. He tossed the half-fish in his direction, licking his own chops to clear the saliva that had been dripping and begging him to devour the rest. "I'm sorry it took me so long. My father has fallen ill. But I can officially welcome you to Airila myself, if you would still like to join me, Rikez." He said, offering his friend a smile and inhaling deeply. That's when it hit him, a strong scent that did not belong. Before he had offered his friend the meal, the fish had distracted his nostrils from the stranger's smell. But now, he breathed it in deeply, a slowly growing rumble of a growl echoing through his body as he looked around them. "Who ever you are, you better get your ass out here. You are trespassing on Airila territory." He threatened, tail rising dominantly and ears twitching with obvious irritation.
As his throat vibrated with the last tones of his howl, Rikez closed his eyes and let his head fall into a bow. When he blinked his eyes back open, he found himself staring at his dirty paws, at the light colored sand pushing up between his toes and the dirt that had collected on his ankles in the past week. They were due for a cleaning, and it bothered him that he had put it off for so long. It wasn’t as if the black brute were busy. He simply hadn’t cared enough to take care of his appearance. In one fluid motion, he lifted his rump off the sand and turned away from the rolling waves. He stepped on the shaded earth of the forest floor in favor of the coarse sand of the beach. It was easier to stride across the terrain here, and the temperature was noticeably cooler. Here, he could settle and continue to wait until Arche comes with his father.
Sitting beneath the canopy, Rikez kept the beach in his sights in case a wolf came walking along the shore. He no longer wished to avoid loners traveling in the area. That didn’t mean he was seeking out other wolves by any means. He was simply making an attempt to open his mind to the idea of having company around. The forest wasn’t empty. He was going to have to deal with other wolves his whole life. He had barely begun to rasp his tongue over his dirty toes to give them a wash when the scent of another wolf wafted on the breeze. Speaking of company, Rikez thought. Abandoning his task, the black brute lifted his head, nose twitching in the direction of the new smell. It was slightly familiar, which meant it could only be one of a handful of wolves. Could it be…?
Arche stepped from between the trees, his pelt heavy with moisture and his jaws locked around the half-eaten body of a silvery fish. He offered Rikez the fish before speaking, and Rikez dipped his head gratefully in response. "I'm sorry it took me so long. My father has fallen ill. But I can officially welcome you to Airila myself, if you would still like to join me, Rikez." The texture of the fish was strange against the brute’s tongue, but he gulped down the small meal in a matter of bites, barely tasting the food before it slid down his gullet. When he was finished, he peered up at Arche with piercingly amber orbs. ”Your father is ill?” Rarely a wolf to feel concern for any wolf beside himself, Rikez was surprised by his own inquiry. ”My decision has not changed. If you will have me, I would love to join your ranks.” A nervous jolt wracked the black brute’s body from the tip of his nose to the very fine hairs on the tip of his tail. This was really happening. Arche was here, welcoming him into his father’s pack.
The scent hit Rikez the same moment Arche reacted. Immediately, his friend’s tail raised, lashing back and forth as he barked a warning into the trees. There was a trespasser in their midst.
Post by blindfoldcity on Jul 17, 2015 4:25:17 GMT -5
Shaking off the grain of his vision, he fought to make out what the person was saying, and who they were. The two wolves were here now. One barked something about him being in someone's territory. Of course. Things would just go downhill from here. He shook his face a little, as if that would help. "Eh!? O-o-oh I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't mean t--" As his wobbly voice was put forth, he looked around for some sort of escape. Nope, there was no way he was getting out of this one. They would easily catch him, should he try to run. Perhaps he could try to negotiate with them. Still, he wanted to bash his face into a wall. How could he have been so careless. If that thing didn't happen, he probably would have made it past them before they came there. By now, he could at least tell that one of the wolves was a dark shade, and another was much lighter. It wasn't helping much, though. It was obvious to tell that they were definitely bigger than him too. Their silhouettes were shaped a bit crooked, probably due to how they stood. A breeze blew by, in his direction. The scent coming his way made it clear. Two male wolves. Not to mention even more, which seemed to be a ways from here, thankfully. At least his nose wasn't failing him. Though he couldn't be sure. One of the scents had seemed familiar to him. No, that was impossible. Anybody he had met before didn't belong to a territory. Not to mention he had only met people a far ways away from this place. He had just traveled many miles in that day, just to arrive at what seemed like the edge of the place? How strange.
Rikez had accepted his offer, he had said he was still interested in joining Airila. This made Arche smile, and though he kept an ear turned toward his friend, he was more interested in the stranger that appeared nearby only moments after his threat was thrown out into the wind. "Eh!? O-o-oh I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't mean t--" The male kept his head and tail held dominantly high, but the threat fell out of his tone. This stranger, he was not particularly large, and he was infinitely lucky that he had not foolishly stumbled onto another pack's territory. Had he found himself within the borders of Kairos or Ultoris or another one of the island's packs, he might not still be able to boast the benefit of having his head atop his shoulders. "Who are you?" He asked, his voice deep and commanding, but not nearly as threatening or dangerous as it had previously been. No, he did not appreciate trespassing, but it was painfully clear that this stranger was not exactly a threat. Plus, he had Rikez by his side if things did go south.
"I am Arche, and this is Airila territory that you are trespassing on." He said, glancing over at Rikez and hoping that his friend would keep his emotions under control. He knew how easily the black male could be pushed over the edge, and from one look at the other male's face, he could tell that there was some sort of recognition in his eyes. Although he retained a dominant posture, he was not about to leap at this stranger and tear him limb from limb, at least not until he truly deserved it. There had been an apology, and there had been no attacks or threats. There was no reason to attack the white male quite yet. But Arche was ready, for if there was a reason to fight or to chase this wolf from his father's territory, he would not hesitate to do so.
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Arche stood firmly beside him as they faced the stranger. The wolf before them was small, his pelt as white as a fresh blanket of snow. He was standing with his head and tail held high, a stark contrast to the tremble in his voice as he spoke. ”Eh!? O-o-oh I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't mean t--" The stranger’s bright yellow orbs darted from Rikez to Arche and back again, wide as they landed and lingered on the black brute.
That’s when it hit him.
Rikez knew this wolf. It was the same brute he had stumbled upon as he traveled the lush green hills of Nyjoro. The timid white wolf stuck out in Rikez’s mind as a coward and a fool. He couldn’t even remember the wolf’s name, only that he had an immense hatred for him. Like himself, the smaller brute must have traveled to Airila territory. The only difference: Rikez had been welcomed to these lands. The white wolf had not.
Auds twitching irritably, the black brute’s snout began to wrinkle in a low growl, the reverberations traveling along his throat and out into the foggy air between the three of them. Anger burned like a small flame in his throat, it’s fiery tendrils spurring on his dark thoughts. How dare he show his face to me again? I told him to get lost that useless sack of fur. I bet he’s flee-ridden. Mutt.
He saw Arche turn his head towards him, and the black brute immediately made an attempt to relax his face. If his alpha was able to handle the situation calmly, he would be able to as well. When he had relaxed, his face resembled that of a pained half-grimace.
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Post by blindfoldcity on Jul 31, 2015 15:32:18 GMT -5
Wynter squinted trying to get a better look at the person as he was speaking. Yes, it was clear. His mind had registered that he was VERY close to death. This was a place he did not like to reside. He tried to remain calm. He attempted to tap into his voice box, failing however, only coming up with some wobbly, inaudible noises that sounded much too pitiful. He took a few steps back. He hadn't at first realized how close they were, and he was now beginning to panic a bit. He looked at the other wolf. Yes. He knew that one? Yes, but the look on his face discouraged Wynter from even regarding the fact. The two in front of him were hostiles, and it wasn't as if Rikez wasn't still technically a stranger. And considering their last encounter, he might have even made an enemy of the person. For some odd reason he thought it funny that the wolf was so unhappy at the sight of him. Back to the situation at hand. The other wolf he didn't know, didn't seem so hostile. Well, he did, but he didn't get the "burn demon, burn" vibe from him. Maybe if he just backed up little by little he would arrive at the edge of the border, and be able to book it? Unlikely, unless the borders were close, but he didn't exactly know the place. He couldn't even tell where the borders began. Maybe on the other side of the beach? As he looked side to side as if to see what was behind him, his ears began to drop to their sides, Not completely down, but as if he was waiting for something, or a moment. Perhaps if they were distracted he could get away. It could get worse if he didn't resolve the problem the right way. Maybe he could just start over? Well, he could at least get it his best shot. he tucked his head down into his chest as if to ready himself. He coughed for a moment, and looked up, with at least a glint of confidence. It was fading fast however. " H-hello" he addressed the stranger, giving a sheepish smile. Though in the back of his mind was every instinct in his being to run.
OOC: sorry for the wait!!! Will add a table soon just wanted to post asap. I moved into a new house! I have no internet so I posted this on my friend's tablet... hopefully I'll be back to PC soon so I can fix this. sorry! Bye
Last Edit: Jul 31, 2015 15:35:58 GMT -5 by blindfoldcity
Today had taken a turn, and unfortunately, it was not a good one. Instead, he was stuck here so far away from the border with a stranger that had apparently stumbled upon Airila pack lands. Did his nose not work properly? Was his sense simply left behind in whatever place he had come from? He frowned at the white wolf, but he could feel himself relaxing a bit more as the dark wolf beside him calmed himself as well. "As I have already stated, you are trespassing on pack territory. Leave now and no harm will come to you." He said, doing his best to keep the growl out of his voice as the words fell from his mouth. "The border is straight behind you, away from the ocean and south towards the inner island." He said, pointing with his nose in the proper direction.
Obviously this wolf could not tell left from right, but getting back to the border really was not all that complicated. "If you are confused, I'm sure Rikez is more than capable of directing you properly." He said, not meaning for the words to come out sounding as threatening as they did. It was easy for him to tell that the dark male beside him had some sort of burning hatred or disgust for the white wolf that they had encountered, so sending them off alone to the border would likely not end very well for the trespassing stranger. Perhaps, though, he would learn from the experience. After all, not many packs within Anikira would allow a wolf that trespassed on their territory to leave in one piece, or alive, for that matter.
Right now, however, the choice was the white wolf's to make. If he turned and left now, like his body language made it look like he wanted, then he would be able to leave Airila territory unscathed. If he chose to stay, however, the large wolf doubted that he would make it out without at least a few scars to carry with him. With Toiro sick and their pack numbers only slowly growing, he was not willing to risk his father's pack, even from a pathetic little male that seemingly tripped over the pack's borders. His posture remained dominant and confident as he waited, glancing over at Rikez to ensure that he was controlling himself for the time being as well. After all, it would look bad on Airila for attacking a wolf that had so far only made a simple mistake.
Arche, his newly appointed alpha, was giving this wolf way too much warning, in the black brute’s opinion. They were facing off, two to one, and the smaller white brute was still too foolish to run. Yet, he kept his mouth shut. Arche had his reasons for doing this, he knew, and for a moment he was reminded of the kindness the other brute had shown him the first time they met.
We were on unclaimed territory, however.
”If you are confused, I'm sure Rikez is more than capable of directing you properly.”
Arche’s words left his muzzle in a growl, the threatening tone making Rikez’s ears flick with pleasure. A trespasser in Airila lands was not to be taken lightly, and the warning in his alpha’s tones reflected his own feeling towards the situation. Oh how the black wolf longed to “escort” this helpless brute to the pack border… if they even made it that far.
He dug his claws into the dirt, scoring the earth beneath his ebony paws as he raked them through the loose soil. He was itching to spring at the trespasser, but he didn’t bare move a fur on his back without the okay from Arche.
”I’d be more than happy to escort him,” he growled, amber eyes flashing over the white wolf before him. He stood with his dark head held high, a degree below his companion’s. His thick tail lashed behind him, giving away his agitation. He was calm by choice, but his muscles were tense and ready to attack by instinct. ”Unless he feels partial to tell us why he clearly ignored the pack’s borders.” He grinned at the white brute, the toothy gesture full of malice.
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Post by blindfoldcity on Aug 7, 2015 15:40:31 GMT -5
As Arche spoke, Wynter began to feel a sense of hope. Maybe he would get out of this! He was metaphorically shaking in his boots during the entire encounter. "O-o-ok" he replied to Arche in a low wobbly voice that sounded like Wynter put great effort into. The attention turned toward Rikez. No, this was not a person that Wynter knew. He seemed to be something else entirely. It freaked him out a little bit. It was odd, the way he could just... snap like that. But he figured it was just something people could do. Did his actions really cause such a hate? He shuddered at the goose bumps that reached his spine as the dark wolf began to speak. To any normal person, his words would sound VERY threatening. But to Wynter, he felt like banging his head against a wall because of how stupid he was. How could something he didn't even know, invoke such anger from people. He must really be an idiot. It made him feel a bit sad inside. Yes, it was better he was away from people. Perhaps he should find a home already? Not moving meant being in no danger of "invading" on peoples property. He couldn't even see these clearly marked borders that he spoke of. It seemed as though they were speaking another language. "I-i'm sorry..." was all he could say. He didn't mean to cause any harm. He needed to get out of everyone's lives as soon as possible. All he did was anger people. He wasn't welcome with any sort of company, and though it saddened him, he was already a bit scared of it in the first place. "I-I-i'll j-just go.." he said. He turned directly around and began to tread slowly into the mazelike landscape. It was not a few steps before he took a harsh fall, tripping over a tree root. Slowly he picked himself up, wincing, making it clear that the fall was painful. Regardless, he picked himself up and tried to continue to leave.
"O-oh, R-Rikez?" he turned around just before he was to leave. "I-I-im... S-s-sorry about...Th-that..O-other time.." he said sheepishly before scurrying off in the direction Arche had directed him to.
It was clear that Rikez wanted to attack the other male, but he stood his ground to ensure that there would be no fighting until it was proven to be absolutely necessary. There was no point in injuries on either side right now, especially if they were not needed. Toiro was already sick and Arche had to take over the pack for his father. The last thing they needed was more sick or injured wolves in the pack. The large male sighed, listening to Rikez speak and then looking back down at the white male. His words received a small nod from the multi-colored wolf and then he sat, waiting with surprising patience for the stranger to leave. He turned around slowly, though it seemed clear that there was really no destination in his mind. He had no idea where he was, but for now, he was following the path that Arche had pointed out to him.
"Keep moving that way and you will find the border." He said, letting his tail lay motionlessly beside him for the time being. "Rikez, keep an eye on him and make sure he gets himself out of Airila territory before nightfall. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary, though." He said, nodding to his friend and turning his head to press his nose somewhat affectionately into the other male's head at the base of his ear. He knew that he had to uphold some sort of authority over his pack mates now that he would be leading them in his father's absence, but he still found that he held at least some brotherly affection for the dark male beside him. They had only known each other for a short while, and still they had been through quite a lot together. In these hard times to come, he already knew that Rikez would stand faithfully at his side, even when he did not always agree with him. However, as soon as the white male was out of sight, the large wolf stood and turned back towards his father's den, hoping that he could pick up a meal for him on the way back to check on him.
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