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Long, nimble stilt-like legs carried the canid forward, oversized ears rested casually atop his skull, he was in no hurry nor was he worried about being snuck up on. The loner was more than aware of the fact that he was not the only nocturnal predator out there, but he heard not even a trace of anothers presence and saw no reason to quicken his stride or prick his ears. For the time, the kalak was content to go at an ambling pace and let his mind drift steadily between alertness and dreaming. What else was the boy to do at night?

Briefly, his mind returned to the grassy plains of his former land, where he would have been searching for fruit and prey that had stayed up to late. His black lip twitched in the beginnings of a smile as he shook the thoughts away, as fond as the memories were, they led only to sorrow and pain and that was not something the kalak dared dwell upon for fear that he would swim to sea and try to find another ship to commandeer. If you do, don’t wreck it. He told himself with a chuckle.

Yes, it was quite misfortunate that the ship that had brought him to this mysterious place had took a spill not far off the coast of the island with the strange birds. Apparently, he was the only creature to make it as he had neither heard nor seen anything of the humans that had fed and kept him safe on board the unstable ship. Unfortunate indeed. He mused with another shake of his head and a slight backward slant of his oversized ears. It couldn’t be helped. They would not survive here anyway, or they would only bring more humans. The kalak was not a fan of the two-legged he had met in his home country. They chased him with weapons and tried to kill him with traps and of course those pesky weapons for eating poultry that wandered free, to his eyes that meant they were fair game… they disagreed. they can’t own everything. He snorted silently.

With that thought, he let his mind return to an alert state, just in time as a strong scent hit his nostrils. He was still a bit of a distance from the actual border, but it caused his mane to bristle up, making him ever so slightly larger than he really was as his ears twitched. There was nothing he could hear and yet his pace continued to slow to a hesitant stride as he continuously stopped to scent the air and listen patiently. Wolves would wander this border, searching for intruders; he did not intend to be one of those unfortunate trespassers.

When at last, he dared to go no further, his front paws placed delicately on the strongest point of the border he looked about, ears flicking and rotating before slanting back as he issued a rather interesting noise. Akin to a bark and roar all at once, it growled out to any nearby listener, loud and clear. Although it was far from hostile, he was sure it would be taken as such and so he prepared for the onslaught of suspicious wolves. His head lowered, shoulder blades jutting upward due to the angle, creating rather bony figure. He shifted his longer hind legs so they were moderately splayed, allowing his form to be a bit smaller. He was trying not to look threatening, but the lanky maned wolf would no doubt tower over whomever answered him- assuming he was the only of his kind to inhabit the region.

For a moment, it crossed his mind that he should turn and leave, he was not the pack type, not after his last experience, but his mind shied from the thought of being on his own any longer. It was not that he couldn’t do it; it was the fact that he was obnoxiously tall and this land held foreign predators that he would rather have protection from. Where as he had already heard the sounds of big cats and heard the splashing of carnivorous fish and even more curiously the sight of crocodiles in rivers. Oh yes, the kalak had wandered quite a bit of territory in his short time in the region, but his findings only made him nervous. He needed a pack… He needed protection. So he merely looked about again, wondering if someone would rise from their bed and approach, or wait until the dawn that was soon to rise to greet the stranger on stilts.

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[Vorilye]

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The crunch of anothers arrival irritated the kalak’s ears, causing them to twitch as he turned his head in the direction of the sound. It had not taken long, that was for certain, perhaps he had been lucky, but then again he doubted it. It was likely that he was near the nesting area or a den. Good job. The sarcastic thought was frustrated, he should have went to the plains and requested the audience of a pack member. Looking about now, he saw trees and tress and more trees, had he gone to the plains that he had seen he would be able to see the approach of whoever came to intercept him.

As the wolf appeared, his body seemed to relax a bit, not because he thought the male was soft or non-threatening. It was because the male towered over even him. A wolfish grin pulled his lips back as he straightened out of his cowed position, although he still kept his posture respectful. Now his hind legs were not splayed, giving him a tiny bit more height, his head lifted a bit, but remained low enough to show respect. Cassian was in no way rude when it came time to greet someone of higher rank than himself.

The greeting the male gave him was confident and friendly enough, if not suspicious. The maned wolf wanted to reply immediately, his tongue curling to stop the words from falling from his lips as he took the time to ponder his response, ensuring that it was indeed something that was not suspicious or incompetent. “Good morning, Sir, I am Cassian and I come requesting to join your pack.” His words were smooth, he was not loud or boisterous with his response, but then again, he did not need to be. The alpha was close enough to hear even the faintest of whispers in the too-quiet pre-dawn and so his tones settled for a low, calm volume where he would not disturb other creatures sleeping but would not be seen as soft or frightened.

The maned wolf had no intentions of appearing threatening, but it had happened on more than one occasion. Where a simple bark had sent others flashing teeth or becoming defensive, despite his rather fragile looking body. Honestly, what are they afraid of? He mused, it never seemed to get old, but he had found not a soul willing to explain. As disappointing as that was, he learned to ignore it and just move on to a group that would not be frightened by his bark- or his bite. This alpha stood before him- towering over him- without a hint of fear, in fact, he seemed amused and contemptuous by the noises he made.

Deciding that something needed to be said to fill the silence that was beginning to settle, he gave a soft sigh and began to come up with a list of reasons he would be suited for this pack. The difficult part was finding something he was good at. Sure, he could hunt, but he was far too fragile to hunt large game, his prey was small and that would merely feed pups or those with a small appetite. He was clever, and though he was not the fastest runner due to his stilt-like legs, he was smart enough to get out of trouble. “I’m a fair hunter…but I must warn you, I cannot take down big game, I’m most used to pheasants, rabbits and the like.” He gave a weak smile; he was at least somewhat useful in the hunting regard.

“If I may say, I am quite the clever wolf, I’ve had to be to stay alive. I’d be useful in anything that involves strategies and planning. There is not a choice that goes through my head that has not been mentally weighed.” He gave another smile, a flickering amount of confidence shimmering in his silver eyes. Yes, he was a clever wolf, cunning as a fox when he needed to be, but that did not mean he was not loyal and although this wolf appeared to be suspicious of strangers, he hoped that his words would not be seen as suspicious or threatening to him or his pack. Cassian merely wanted a pack at his back to protect him and a place to rest safely.

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] It did not go without notice that the male seemed to size him up upon his arrival. Vorilye smiled ever so slightly, as he knew his presence would often discourage any misdeeds within his territory. He could be quite formidably when angry, though it had been quite a while since he had been angered enough to inflict any serious harm. However, the male quickly addressed him both politely and directly, two traits that he found quite pleasing. He was tired of loners trying to dance around their true intentions or talk themselves up in order to earn ranks within Descai. He was no fool, and no one was assigned a rank without due testing. It was because of Cassian's directness that Vorilye felt, to some extent, that he could be trusted. Hopefully, he would not dare to prove the black and golden alpha wrong. "Welcome to my home, Cassian. Tell me, brute, what of your fighting skills?" he inquired, curious as to whether this male would be of any use as defense to Descai. He was starting to grow anxious about the spread of the neighboring packs. Both the desert pack and the mountain pack were far larger than he ever though possible, and their positioning brought some disturbance to the alpha. He would not allow either to continue to expand their territory into Descai's lands, and he needed capable fighters. If Cassian could only hunt, then that was also a necessary skill, especially with the birth of his three delightful pups. They would need additional support, particularly because he knew, without a doubt, that Bardou was in no way capable of providing the nutrition that Shayde required while nursing the pups. They would grow strong quickly, and hopefully at least one of his offspring could be trained to be a capable hunter. He had high hopes that Zirena would take to the art so as to avoid the dangers of fighting. He would not dare deny either of his sons the right to protect their home, but he refused to allow his daughter to be in harm's way. "I am always glad to hear things of that nature, Cassian. Strategy is often more important than brute strength, and that is a wise and admirable skill to possess," he commended the male. The maned wolf was in one piece, which meant he had fended well for himself for however long he wandered Anikira. Loners were becoming compressed into the loner lands that were spaced far from one another. Few lone wolves could make it from the northern lands down to the southern expanse without somehow intruding on pack territory, and it was putting a strain on food supplies as well. He noticed that prey was lower than normal in Kamari, and it was likely that it was due to the fact that there was not sufficient patrols throughout the adjacent territory to dissuade loners from hunting there. This would have to be remedied, and it would be a good test of loyalty to the newest members of the pack to keep control over the spare territory. "Welcome to Descai, Cassian. You will be a subordinate for the pack until you have given me ample time to see your usefulness. I should warn you, I have eyes everywhere in this territory. Do not think that any funny business will go unnoticed," he warned, scanning the male's reactions for any sign of uneasiness or discomfort. He did not want to make the mistake of trusting this male if no trust should be given. He was still overly cautious; that habit would take a lot longer time to break than he was allowing for it. Things needed to change, and he was doing his best to create a more wholesome environment for his pups. He did not need to be the angry, hateful alpha any longer. Maybe he could just be the stern, powerful alpha instead. He just wanted to be something that would make his children proud. Count | 669 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Cassian Notes | Sorry that this wasn't great.

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His directness seemed to have a positive effect on the alpha as a weak smile briefly graced the black and gold creatures muzzle. Silver eyes merely stared back at the black creature; there was not a flick of his tail of happiness at the slight favor given. Cassian did not want to make it seem that he was deceiving the alpha- as he was not and so the favor was ignored as business took priority. As easy as it would have been, Cassian was not one to start a meeting with lies nor did he see the point in lying to someone that could crush his legs.

His large ears flicked at the sound of the males voice, and although he was not particularly keen on being called a brute when he was more akin to a ballerina he ignored the insult and focused on the question he was given. Fighting skills…A frown pulled his blackened lips down as his ears flicked back. There was a slight shake to his head as he thought about the very brief fights he had been in with his family, but that was his own kind, not a monstrous wolf that weighed two of him. “If your enemy is ever a lanky maned wolf I am your man, but for wolves much heavier than me…” His voice trailed as he let a rather regretful stare find the alpha. “I would be of little help on the battle field. I would be of more use coming up with a battle plan.” His tail gave a slight twitch as a flickering smile ran across his countenance.

Cassian was very confident with his abilities as a planner and strategist, it was his mind that made it possible for him to evade aggressive wolves and trick the dumber ones. Who else could smuggle their way onto a ship and then convince the sailors not to throw him over board or kill him? The fox-esque creature was crafty to say the least and if given the chance his full potential could be unleashed upon Anikira, but he doubted he would be given that chance any time soon. Only a fool would place their trust in a stranger without a second glance or proof of their abilities first hand.

Again the male spoke and he smiled as he as commended for his skills in strategy. He nodded in agreement with the male, it was indeed often better than brute strength- the fact that he stood there was proof of that. “I would have to agree, it has served me well thus far.” While he had not been one to trespass lightly, every step on another’s territory was a risk and often it was not worth it for a small meal. It was for that reason that if he did have to venture to someone’s territory, he did so in the deep of night when many wolves slept and fewer patrolled.

The wary alpha offered a welcome to the pack and the ballerina wolf dipped his head in gratitude. At long last, he had the safety of numbers at his back and the knowledge that he could sleep and not worry about waking up to an attack. Assuming he slept near the rest of the wolves…that depended on if they accepted him within the pack. He knew first hand how an alpha could grant him access but the others would not. At the mention of the alpha having eyes everywhere, his head cocked to the side curiously, “one must always be cautious, Sir. You will find no troubles from me.” He smiled, though it was not to reassure the black and gold mammoth, it was to add a bit of humor to the rather serious subject.

It did beg Cassian to wonder just what made his alpha so nervous, why did he need to have eyes constantly watching his members? Did he not trust any of them? Explains why he had came to accept me…not another member. His head bobbed in agreement to his thoughts as he shifted ever so slightly, letting his front paws move across the border he had not dared to cross. “Is there anything you would have me do? In recent weeks I have travelled mainly at night, but I would be glad to help with anything during the day.” Cassian was not trying to be a pest, nor over eager, he was simply offering his services to the alpha in hope that he could show that he was not the lazy type and that he could, of course, be trusted. While the strange wolf did not mind being watched he also did not like all of his odd habits questioned or presumed suspicious.

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[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] This wolf was exactly the type that Vorilye wanted for Descai, and each passing moment brought that more into focus. The male was willing to admit his flaws, yet he continued to sell his strengths to the alpha. Such a dedicated and strong-hearted wolf was always welcome in his ranks, particularly when their potential cunning could help raise the pack even further on the continent. Perhaps this was the step that the alpha needed to take in order to secure that Descai was both strong and stable. The pack would not last long if they could not get a decent structure in place, and this much Vorilye acknowledged. Cassian seemed to be a good fit, and so the black and golden alpha managed to set aside his prejudice against other males and allow him to enter the ranks of the pack. When the male inquired whether there was something that he could do, the Mackenzie Valley male nodded in the affirmative. "If you could either gather some small prey - it does not really matter if it's just two rabbits or a few squirrels - and take them to the mines that are used as the pack's dens. They are nestled in the side of the plateau and should not be difficult to find; just follow the scent trails. My beta and the pups are there, and they need to be fed. I need to patrol our eastern territory. Be certain you introduce yourself to Shayde, my beta. My son, Ryker, should be there with the three young ones. They should not be angered if you come bearing food, but I do warn you not to barge into the dens. Alert them of your presence and introduce yourself from a distance. Shayde is not one to be trifled with," he explained with a slight smirk. The smaller female's fiery temper was always amusing to the alpha. He never got over provoking her sassiness and angry comments whenever he felt like it. It was only fair that the alpha warned the Maned male what he was getting himself into by sending him to the dens unaccompanied. Vorilye knew better than to leave Kamari unoccupied for long, though. Many loners seemed to think that it looked like an excellent crossing between Caurus and I'queyer, and he was tired of them entering his territory without seeking permission. If this continued, he would have to station wolves in Kamari permanently to ensure that it did not happen any longer, but for now, he would have to handle the task himself. Perhaps his son would be up for the task of temporarily governing Kamari, along with Rovan potentially. He still was not sure how the newest members would fit in with the pack, but it would be a good idea to start testing their abilities. He did not doubt Rovan's capabilities, but he had not met any of the more recent members before like he had the mixed breed male of Salen. "I apologize for leaving you so abruptly, but there is work to be done. Be on your guard, and ensure that any wolves you encounter are either members of the pack or that they do not leave until you call for me," he instructed plainly, not leaving any additional room for argument. The male then turned away from the newest member of Descai and left him to do what the alpha instructed. If he succeeded in fulfilling his task, then Vorilye would likely hold him in higher esteem, particularly because he was acting to provide for the pack. If he failed, he would not remain in Descai for long. He needed to allow members of the pack to prove themselves without him breathing down their necks, and this was his first trial run. Without another word, Vorilye darted east, intent on securing Kamari's borders once more. Count | 648 words Muse | Good. Tags | Cassian Notes | If you want to post once more in this thread feel free.

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The alpha seemed preoccupied with thoughts or perhaps he was anxious to get on his way, it was that observation that kept the kalak quiet, content to let his question be answered and not keep the alpha longer than necessary. Cassian was well aware just how far he could push certain wolves and based on the wariness his new leader exuded, he doubted it would be wise to press the mammoth. Instead, he remained alert and expecting, hoping for some sort of assignment that he could excel at. Perhaps he would be used to scout intruders at night? Perhaps he would be put to the test on his hunting skills? Even more curious he wondered if the alpha would tempt to test his lanky legs and light body in a spar. He hoped it was not the latter, for he would surely fail in a battle of strength.

When the alpha gave a sharp nod, his large ears flicked forward showing that he was indeed listening intently. His assignment was to hunt, inwardly he sighed with relief, especially as there was a mention of rabbits and squirrels, those he could hunt with ease. It was who they were for that surprised him, a beta and pups, his eyes widened with surprise but he nodded with an aire of seriousness. “Of course, Sir.” He’s brave, to trust a stranger with his pups. The clever kalak mused, this task was one he would be hard pressed to fail at, but he took it seriously all the same. The pups and beta would be fed and they would be fed well.

Unfortunately, his simple task was made complicated as the attitude of the beta was explained, he nodded, and made sure to note the location and the directions his alpha gave to ensure his own safety. Although he did know better than to blindly approach a den with pups, he would not have expected a savage welcome by the mother, not when he would smell of the territory and of the pack. Shayde, the beta. Ryker, the son. He commited the names to his memory, intending to keep them fresh to later add a face to the name. The alphas smile made the maned wolf curious about the beta, but he nodded. “I’ll tread with caution then. Wouldn’t want the lady to take a bite out of me.” While he tried to keep lightness to his tone, there was a bit of seriousness at the end, he did not want to get hurt for simply bringing food. If he were injured, his hunting for her would prove difficult.

To conclude their meeting in a hurry, the alpha spoke again, this time apologizing for running off. As he spoke, the maned wolf chuckled lightly and shook his head, showing he was not offended and that he understood. Cassian would not have expected him to linger and chat, there were many things to be done when running a pack although it still puzzled him as to why Vorilye was doing it all by himself. The clever maned wolf was told in all seriousness (and with no room for discussion) to make sure any wolf seen was a member and if not, to call for the alpha immediately. There was another dip of Cassians head in acknowledgement and affirmation, but he did not speak, letting the alpha finish and then turn on his heels to run off into the east. Interesting. He mused, as he himself turned in the directions the alpha had told him to go when ready to bring prey to the den. I can hunt along the way. He thought with a yawn and a twitch of his fox like tail.

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