Trekking the unfamiliar land

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Syren ventured along the steep slopes, constantly loosing her footing on the ice. The bitter cold breeze swept through her long fur, that kept her well isolated in conditions such as this.

The young femme padded on. The snow crunching under her paws after each longing step she took. The cold mist escaped her mouth rhythmically with each breath she exhaled. Syren knew she was trespassing in an unfamiliar wolf territory, but that didn't stop her. Her curious teal irises glided across the mountains. This place was new and spectacular in her eyes, and she was determined to explore the entire area.

The femme eased at the base of a large peak. Her irises glared, raising to the top of the hill. The sound of movement lost her focus on the hill, her right ear turned in the direction of the sound, and her gaze followed. The scent was astounding and tempting as her eyes traced each movement of the figure yards away from her.

A youthful bighorn sheep limped slowly, trying to keep up with the herd. Syren studied the young buck as she eased slowly and silently in it's direction. It must have been nearly two weeks since Syren had a decent meal, and this was the best chance she got. Her eyes locked on the target.

Her ears forward, listening intently on the buck, blocking out any other sounds around her. The snow reached to the long fur of her underbelly as she crouched, scooting closer and closer to the young sheep. The buck would pause every once and a while, sensing danger and twisting its neck left and right. Syren would pause also, not taking her focus off the prey, her right paw lifted and curled towards her chest. She held it there before the sheep continued trudging alone, trying to catch up to the heard, picking up his pace. Syren pressed her paw into the crunchy snow, her body stiff as she slowly padded along, nearly twenty feet northeast of the sheep.

I think I'm close enough, the injured buck wont get far with that limp... She blinked, watching the prey. Her stomach made a squealing churn. Syren froze, her tail twitched as the injured bighorn sheep jerked his head in her direction. He grunted and picked up his uneasy pace, baaing to warn the herd. Syren's irises widened, treading through the deep snow. Jumping in zig zags, her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. The young buck was frantic, not able to run with his sprained leg in the thick snow. The hungry femme leaped from the batch of snow onto the buck's rump, knocking him over and hovered over the sheep, panting in his face. The sheep shrieked and flinched with every misty breath the young femme blew in his face. I'll just make this quick... She sighed and sank her pearly fangs into the sheep's jugular, and held it there until the young buck slowly faded.

She feasted on her kill, eating quickly, devouring the best parts of the sheep first. Her tail swishing side to side at a rapid pace. "That was too easy..." She mumbled to herself as she moistened her paw, rubbing it against her muzzle to clean herself. Syren abandoned her kill, then trudged along the snowy path, finding herself under a large evergreen tree, branches hunched over baring the weight with inches of snow. There she sat, her teal irises gazing the snowy land. The young wolf was surprised she hadn't encountered any of the wolves in this territory. She wondered what they were like.

She felt at home here, she was lucky with her kill, and was happy and full with a good meal. At this time, she didn't care if she got driven out of this land. There was much more land to be discovered. Syren curled her long fluffy tail around her paws. She rose her head high, and let out a long, low howl. The sound chimed in the forest and echoed through the mountains. Hoping any sign of a pack would answer her call.

[Uruviel]

It seemed that it was too easy...

Xinelil trekked down the dangerous pathway, his paws now accustomed to the trail leading to and from the dens of his pack. It had been so long ago, it seemed, that he had first taken these lands. Now everything was starting to fall into place, just as fate was trying to crumble everything around him. These wolves will be the death of all hope. This was a concern that the brute could not quite dismiss. The Zahir pack had not lasted long. True, it was not a large pack, but it still concerned the brute.

But at least the wolf could distract himself with the needs of his pack. The howl of the newly arrived femme on his lands was a good enough distraction. Xin raised his snout and inhaled sharply, catching the scent of the newcomer and trotting lightly in the direction the scent had whaffed from. The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly, a smile attempting to spread. He could sense that he was approaching this wolf, and the anticipation was exciting. The more wolves in his pack, the greater of a force the rogues would have to deal with. Xin would make a point of this; no wolf was going to destroy his pack.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils; had the femme killed something? He drew closer, the outline of a wolf appearing slowly, then growing larger the closer he strode. He could see the red around her mouth, and suddenly he was irked. Why had she hunted on his pack's territory? Potential member. Calm. He repeated the words multiple times before daring to approach her. He smiled a bit.

"My name is Xinelil, the alpha of this territory. I heard your howl." He furrowed his brow slightly, almost puzzled by this femme. The last few wolves had been very polite in their entrances. Never before had he seen a wolf that had dared to hunt on claimed territory and howl for entrance to the pack. And Athena doesn't count. He nearly growled at the memory of the stubborn femme, hunting on his territory and pushing off the deed without the slightest sign of sorrow. She had not been seeking membership to his pack, though. This femme was, and he could not use Athena as a proper comparison.

He stood dominantly before the femme before inquiring, "Are you seeking to join the Aldgar pack?"

((OOC: Crappy post, I know. I've definitely done better before. x.x))

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The young femme turned her ears slightly, listening for any reply to her call. No such luck. Syren sighed and closed her eyes, continuing to clean the blood from her muzzle. If anyone does show up, I should probably look presentable.. She thought to herself with a smile, and went on grooming her long fur.

Moments passed, which felt like hours. Syren's teal irises started to droop. She yawned, then stretched out her front legs with a small groan. A small scent curled the air, could this be a wolf from the territory? Syren inhaled deeply and let it out in small portions. She stood up and stared scoping out the land. Her eyes focused on the direction the scent of a male wolf approaching her. At first, it was a small dark figure in the distance. He seemed to be approaching quicker. Was he going to attack? Is he friendly? So many thoughts ran through the young femme's mind. Which made her nervous.

The wolf was in clear view now. A well sculpted male, an alpha posed perfectly by the way he was approaching. The femme drew in another deep breath, bowing her head with her teal irises closed, her bushy tail curled around her left hind leg. She was showing submission perhaps. She hoped that he wasn't going to drive her out, potentially harming her.

"My name is Xinelil, the alpha of this territory. I heard your howl."

Syren glanced up at the male, almost drawn into his peering green eyes, with the look of confusement written in them. A unique name.. She laid her ears flat upon her head, and rose her head slightly. "So.. You did hear my call." The femme replied in a semi-nervous tone. She met his eyes fully now and continued. "My name is Syren. I apologize for killing on your land..." She turned her gaze towards the carcass. "I was hungry..." She confessed, and shrugged her shoulders. She met his eyes again, with a small frown. The male then stood tall before her, she lowered herself slightly.

"Are you seeking to join the Aldgar pack?"

Syren's tail twitched from his remark. Happily, she rose her head again with a small smile. Her fluffy tail swaying side to side. "A very nice name for this land.."
The femme paused, getting off topic. She definitely wanted to join the pack, after being alone for nearly half a year. "If it isn't too much to ask for... Yes Xinelil, I would really like to join the Aldgar pack." A charming look crossed her face as she smiled, her tail swaying more swiftly. Her eyes still glued with an apologetic expression from her hunt.

[Uruviel]

Xinelil noticed the sleepiness around the femme and grinned. It was obvious that she was a loner; she was exhausted. Probably hasn't slept soundly in quite some time, he mused with a straight face, waiting patiently for the femme to reply. It was about this moment that he really looked at her and noticed her bold facial feature: teal orbs. It had not been too long ago that he had been unique with his vividly colored eyes. It seemed that every new wolf for his pack bore the similar trait. Perry's green eyes like his own, Kuna's blue eyes, and now this femme's teal ones. It was a strange phenomenon that four such wolves would end up in a pack together.

"Yes, miss, I heard," he replied kindly, noticing that she had seemed worried that no one would respond. He wasn't a cruel alpha that would leave wolves waiting... Were other packs doing such a thing? "Syren, that's a unique name," he remarked with a nod. He shrugged slightly as she apologized for the kill before them; at least she had the decency to apologize for her actions. He would not hold it against her, even though everything about him urged him to. What was he going to do, kick her out of the lands? She had just stated her desire to join, and she would have been hunting prey on the territory sooner or later if she were accepted anyways.

The alpha couldn't help but smirk slightly at the innocent, charming facial expression from the femme. She really wanted this bad, didn't she? "Well, I guess we could make room for one more," he chuckled, his eyes dancing happily as he laughed. It was always amusing to him when a new wolf came. They all seemed to fear rejection, even though most of them had no reason to. It would not be long until he would need to start turning some wolves away, however. It seemed like they were all migrating to his lands, and his pack was growing larger. If the other packs were smaller, they would not stand a chance against the rogue threat. He would have to encourage future wolves to venture away from the Oriens and towards Kamari and Acerbus. Hopefully that would help re-enforce their numbers.

"How about we take this carcass back to the dens?" he suggested nonchalantly, as if her kill was completely wiped from his memory. "I know a few of the wolves there will be anxious to get a bite to eat." With that statement, he seized the corpse by the leg and started dragging the bloodied animal across the snow, gesturing to Syren to follow him back to the dens.

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The young femme's tail continued to sway from side to side, as she waited for a response by the alpha male of the Aldgar Pack. "Wow... Wouldn't it be nice to join a real pack for once.. Have my own real rank and have my own real family..." She softly smiled, her tail slowing down, and hanging loose between her back legs. "But what if Xinelil was only asking a question? What if he wasn't looking for anymore members.. Only toying with my hopes?" Her teal irises lowered to his feet.

"Well, I guess we could make room for one more..."

Just as the clear sentence passes through his lips, Syren's tail acted up again, swaying even quicker than before. She whined with joy while he seemed to be chuckling. "Thank you sir, Thank you so much... Y-You don't know how much this means to me." Her excitement got her all worked up, the femme became very tired suddenly. Panting between each whine and her tongue lolling from the side of her mouth.

"How about we take this carcass back to the dens?"

Syren's ears perked. "Dens... My new home.." her eyes swelled with tears of happiness. Finally, she was accepted into a wolf pack. "Of course sir." Her tone was soft, but concerned. Syren will do anything to please her alpha.

"I know a few of the wolves there will be anxious to get a bite to eat."

The femme nodded in agreement. Her pack was hungry, good. Maybe that would give her a nice start while meeting her new pack members. They might like her for it. Syren's eyes glided with Xinelil's stride towards the sheep carcass, picking it up and dragging it through the snow, leaving a small red smeared trail behind it. She didn't hesitate his gesture to follow, crunching through the snow, right beside her Alpha.

"Xinelil sir... Do you need any help carrying that?" Her voice was shaky from the excitement of being accepted. "Not that you would need help... I mean.. Your very strong.. Well I assume you would be.. I mean... Oy..." She would be blushing if it was possible to notice. She laid her ears flat against her hanging head. "My apologies sir.." Syren whispered. How embarrassing. "I Should just keep my trap shut..." The femme knew nothing about her new leader. Was he a serious Alpha? Was he outgoing and happy-go-lucky? She sighed heavily, continuing striding next to Xinelil.