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Scarred Thorn +++ Scar let out a small breath. "I care. A lot. You are definitely much more than a pretty jewel- no one should ever be treated like that. It always makes me furious when one wolf treats another like a tool." He paused with a slight baring of his teeth, shaking his head a little before continuing. "I really care. I promise. Everyone, especially you, mean a lot to me." Scar looked back at Iris without wavering. |
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iris "okay well... maybe I'll give it a chance. But if nothing changes I'm leaving. You got that mister?" Iris said the last part playfully. |
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Scarred Thorn +++ Scar sighed a little, mostly out of relief. He was truly glad Iris decide to stay- at least for now. "Sounds good to me." He answered, waiting for her to start walking back before turning and following. |
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Iris Iris walked back. She could tell that scar was following her. She didn't care thoough. She was thinking about the fact that although he said he cared no one ever showed it him included. |
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Scarred Thorn +++ Scar immediately started thinking of good ways to make everyone in the pack feel like they belonged. Not so much the males... because they were more independant and probably weren't going to leave because they didn't feel *cared about* but mostly the females and specifically Iris at this point in time. +Weird, but I could bring them fresh kill? Bedding for their dens? Something... useful? Healing herbs? I suck at this+ Scar thought with a wince. He was more of a loner... which is why he had no idea how this pack thing happened but while it was still running he was going to do his best. In any case, he was bad at making wolves feel cared about and didn't really know how. |
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Iris Iris went to her den to sleep. She was really not sure if anything would change. But she liked scar and some of the others so she was willing to give it a try. Blade blade was practcing his fighting skills on a dummy he had made of leaves. he pounced. Just the he saw scar and iris return. -so she came back- he thought smirking |
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Scarred Thorn Scar glanced at Iris with a small sigh. What could he ever do to help? Would it be pointless to go up to her and ask her, or would that make it worse? +That would look rather silly, though. Pack Alpha.. uh, what can I do to care about you? Other wolf... ...+ Scar thought with a slight eyeroll, going to plop down on his haunches and think about this issue. +++ Shotzee When Scar left Shotz peeked out, glancing around before slipping off. Yes he wanted to join the pack, but he needed time to be alone and think. He stalked off into the forest, walking aimlessly as he pondered different things. |
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Maeve × The female has slept in quite a bit through the morning, she stood up from her little sleeping spot, a nest made of Moss that was covering a sturdy bed of twigs and other sticks. Maeve let out a yawn and at that same time her stomach started to grumble. She gave a slightly growl in frustration, "Great, now I'll either have to be lucky enough to find a carcass or I'll have to hunt...". She lifted her nose to the air, the pungent smell of wolves sent her scenes off. Who was here? Why were they so close to her? It had smelt like a pack of a few but she couldn't be sure, Maeve thought for a second. Maybe they would be willing to share some food with her...if they had any that is. The elegant female finally made the decision of slowly making her way to where she had smelt the wolves...hopefully they were docile enough to be reasoned with. The wind blew her pretty coat with is as the leaves were falling softly to the ground. Causing crunching noises from her steps as she go closer to the wolves scents. |
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Bo took another sip of water, he heard voices in the woods, but didn't bother to check them, for he was relaxing. Bo looked at Trian, who croaked out a unusual sound and cocked his head.
"I am not doing that, and you know it" He said, flicking his ears, he was not going to hunt weasels for a bird, not in the living daylight, and not in the dark of night, "go do it yourself, you have a sharp beak and talons" he said, laying down on the bank of the river |
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Scarred Thorn +++ Scar was deep in thought when an unsual smell drifted across his nostrils. He snapped out of his thinking trance and lifted his nose, identifying a wolf scent that he hadn't smelled before. Which meant... not Shotzee, not Mazikeen. Scar shook his pelt and stood, positioning himself downwind before creeping towards the smell. He glimpsed a light pelt through the trees- the opposite of his. A female wolf. Scar straightened and walked into her field of vision, halting a ways away. "May I ask what you are doing on my territory?" He inquired in his deep, slightly growly voice. |
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