Patience is a virtue (OPEN)

[Kenai]

Trees and grasses flew by the big, light colored male as he made his way deeper into the territory which was now his searching grounds. But he wasn't chasing prey, he was looking for a wolf much like himself. The more he looked and came up empty handed the more his hopes shrank of ever finding his lost family member. This male looking so diligently was named Kenai. He along with his beloved sister, Sydas, came to this island together to find their long lost uncle. Admittedly, Sydas showed more belief in their plan actually working as Kenai was becoming doubtful. However, the pair split up to search more effectively and would meet in the middle in about two days time. He didn't know how he would be able to face Sydas without Kismet in tow. She would be devastated, but he knew his sister well enough to know she wouldn't stop until they found something.

Dark orange eyes constantly moved, looking for signs of someone who might be able to help him. He hasn't spoken to anyone since coming here, but knew it was not a deserted island. Scents of multiple wolves found their way into his nostrils. He wished to meet one, maybe they could make his journey a little more worthwhile by having some piece of information. He shrugged mentally, either way, he had to find Kismet.

He slowed to a walk then came to a stop. He closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, carefully noting every scent that came to him. Each was unfamiliar and intriguing. If he came here on better terms he would have loved to explore each of those scents. He opened his eyes once again, alas, this is not the case.

Running water caught his attention and he moved in the direction of its origin. Upon coming to it, he lowered his head and gratefully took several laps of the cold, fresh liquid. Having satisfied his thirst, he moved on at a relaxed trot. Eventually something would turn up. He must be patient.

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OOC: Anyone is welcome.

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A pale-furred male trotted lazily through the tall grass, his tongue lolling from the corner of his mouth. He wasn't headed anywhere in particular; his goal was simply to scope out the land that was to be his new home. He was fairly content, all things considered. He had found an abandoned deer carcass some time earlier and filled his belly for the first time in a week. The weather was favorable for his breed and so between that and his good meal he was relaxed, a first since he had arrived here. His eyes fell upon a pool of water and he went to it eagerly, his tail giving the slightest wag.

Despite the somewhat cool weather, he slipped into the water immediately and submerged himself up to his shoulders, lapping at the surface. He dipped his head under briefly and then resurfaced, his muzzle split in a huge panting grin. This is behavior he only showed with those he trusted or when he believed himself to be alone, so when he turned and saw a fellow male wolf the smile was immediately wiped from his face and he took on a more serious expression. Climbing back up the bank and out of the water, he shook his coat and watched the other wolf warily, his ears pricked forward. This was the first fellow wolf he had seen since he arrived on the island, and naturally he was a little on edge about his first encounter with the residents here.

"Hello, er... Am I intruding in your territory?" His voice came out deep but soft. His body was tensed, ready to run or fight if needed; this was the first wolf other than his mother that he had met since puppyhood, and he had no idea what to expect or how to act, not being well versed in normal wolf culture.

[Kenai]

Continuing his relaxed pace, Kenai traveled along side the river. The sun dancing in various patterns on his pelt. He felt utterly lost, no one was here to speak about where he could find whom he was seeking. He mentally shrugged. No matter what, he would do his best.

He slowed upon the scent of someone recent. Stopping in his place, he scanned the surrounding area for signs of who the new wolf would be. Dark orange orbs stopped their search once they found what they were looking for. A pale colored male, thoroughly wet and much smaller than Kenai. He seemed nervous, but Kenai was not the type to start a fight without good reason. The pale wolf's voice reached Kenai's ears with a pleasant sound even though it was uneasy.

"Of course not. I have no lands, and with the relatively short time I have spent here, I have found no signs of anyone claiming this earth." Kenai dipped his head in a sort of bow to the newcomer. "I am Kenai, stranger to this island. I came here, alongside my sister, to find a dear relative of ours. His name is Kismet, perhaps you have seen him in passing. Similar to my size, with what I remember. Blue eyes, white coat with some gray. Please, forgive my jumping into this but we have been searching for quite some time." He let himself pause and assess the smaller male. Kenai always saw others in a good light until they proved themselves otherwise. He passed no judgment, although the strange thing around the pale males neck was a point of curiosity for the masked two year old. He added: "I swear no harm will come to you from me. I have no qualm with you to which would deem a scrabble between us." Kenai kept a calm attitude, a welcoming one. He was raised to be a gentleman and acted as such. Whatever this wolf had in mind, didn't matter to Kenai

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