The New Law

[jiminiminy]

Siscarm was deep in thought as the various things began to happen. They didn't involve him in any way, and as such, he chose to ignore them. Instead of eavesdropping, as he had intended to do a while previous, he simply released his mind, able to think clearly when he wasn't trapped in this misty prison.

Due to his mental absence, he payed no heed to the argument of Athabasca and Exodus, as well as the anti-climatic end of it. Nor did he find meaning in the arrival of Abyss, as well as the strange femme's acceptance. And he didn't even notice as the new pack left the clearing, apparently heading towards a mine of sorts.

Bringing himself back to reality, Siscarm blinked for a few moments, adjusting his eyes to the hints of light that poked through the mist. Blankly staring around at the absence of the wolves, he was momentarily confused. He had no bearing of time while he had been in thought, and he'd no idea how long he'd been alone there.

Without any words or other actions, the old wolf stood and one-mindedly left the clearing. All this claiming of land and fighting about territory was starting to get to him, and he wanted nothing more than to get back to his cave in the Kinath.

As he absently headed to the east, Siscarm only hoped that no one had claimed his cave while he left. If that had happened, there would likely be some consequences.

Comment: This is the best I could do after fourteen cans of coke and six hours of Guitar Hero.

[aeariel]

Ayame was thinking what was going to happen. So far, Exodus had impressivly growled at the black-furred femora. Served her right. Trying to disrespect an alpha was unthinkable to Ayame-- except for a few things.

The irritating black femora was dubbed Athabasca. 'What was that? A fruit?' Ayame thought. It was an odd name. And it seemed to not fit the femora at all.

She said she had followed in curiousity, when she heard wolves. Ayame wished she had upheld her words and left. But the femora stayed.

Ayame opened her muzzle, and said quietly, "I'll go with the hunt, Sir." She waited paitently to see who else would join them. Athabasca had delcared already that she was coming. Ayame's tail flicked back and forth. Would no other wolf join them on the hunt? How sad. It would be the pack's first hunt, she was guessing.

But soon, Exodus made a remark that excited her. They were going for a hunt in a land up North. In a mine. Ayame didn't even know what a mine was, but she kept her muzzle shut. She had decided to go since the Alpha had said it, and didn't want to be punished already.

[abyss]

With an indignant grunt, Abby turned to look at the other femme that she'd spotted, the one who had just spoken. Hunting, she thought with a bitter taste in her mouth. She was no good at anything; why did they think she was so skinny? Licking her chapped skin in the balding spots, she lifted her head to the alpha, nodding gently in acceptance. As long as someone else told her what to do, she would be fine. Just... fine...

The black femme wobbled woozily, the effects of malnutrition settling in once more. This had happened quite often in the past year. She was never full, and her body had grown accustomed to the frequent rumbling of her stomach. However, it had been nearly a week since her last kill, a rabbit, so she wasn't faring too well. She dropped to her haunches, steadying herself with the cracked pads of her paws. She stood once more, trying to mask the weakness. She was not weak, and she would not allow anyone else to believe that she was. She grimaced lightly, masking the hunger pains as much as possible. With a curious gaze, she watched the other wolves in the group.

No one here seemed to be completely organized, and this frightened Abyss a bit. She was one for complete organization, a perfectionist. She'd soon have to go below her usual pride level and seek help; she didn't have any redeeming qualities that would help a pack. Perhaps someone would be able to teach her. But she would be the one to decide this, as she barely trusted any of the wolves here. Her eyes narrowed slightly, jerking her gaze from wolf to wolf, scrutinizing each one. There were no friends in her mind, merely rivals...

Watching the others trickle off, Abyss followed onto the path, heading to their final destination; the hunting grounds.