Not to find
05-16-2016, 06:51 PM
Another day, another long patrol. She preferred to take them herself more often, leaving the border patrols for Yfir's members to take. This was partly to assure herself of the information she received, partly to stay in shape, and partly simply to get away from pack lands since she so rarely chose to leave otherwise. It seemed lately that no matter where she went near her territories, this Ivalice pack was encroaching upon her. One dark lip curled, all the reaction she would allow herself as she trotted along through the pines. Passed here, she would have to go further west, away from the other packs, simply to scout in places that did not already have this pack's presence laid upon it. It was infuriating, partly because this was the direction from which Yfir could expect danger, the direction they most needed to guard, and Ivalice blocked much of their access and greatly curtailed their activities. It put her on edge to have this enemy buffer between her and the lands she would lead her wolves to raid - they were much too close to the one place Yfir would not have to cross a wide river to access the south. It put Yfir in danger to pass them by, and more, it put them in danger to simply leave their packlands unguarded at all. She would need to split her pack's forces to the extreme to both leave a large enough guard and also send out raiding parties. She would need to learn more of this pack, to learn if it was a one that would take advantage of a lean guard to attack, if it was another one such as Arian, or one that simply kept to themselves.
05-16-2016, 07:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2016, 07:52 PM by Lykos I.)
He wasn't quite certain about his mother's pack yet. The laws, the customs... even the ranks. It was all so unfamiliar to him, and his disliked it very much so. The change was not welcome, though he had no choice. The give no names rule made him feel the most uneasy; why would there be such a rule in place? If one sought to harm one of Ivalice's members, it would be within good reason, right? After all, what was the point of harming someone without reason? Of course, it could happen - but in that case would it not be better to let the pack know about that individual in particular? It was as if his mother was harboring someone who was sought after. It made him deeply perturbed. Who was this person? What did they do to warrant such a rule to be specially put in place for them? Of course, it could simply be that he was overthinking it all - that there was no such person, no such circumstance.
But he trusted his instinct too much for that.
Sighing heavily, he gazed up at the trees around him. They were intertwined in such a peculiar way; they just begged to be climbed, and with little hesitation he would jump upon the trunks, stepping quite carefully to climb a bit higher. Already, beneath the canopy, he could see the forested area all around him, and he grinned, tail wagging. It was then he scented the other wolf, and his head tipped in curiosity. With that other scent was also the scent of the pack that bordered Ivalice, and it quite piqued his curiosity.
Scrambling down the trees, he headed in the direction of the wolf, a woman, and soon enough she was in sight. A slight woman, but not a weak one. She had a warrior's walk, a warrior's build - he had seen that confidence before. He dipped his head to her. "Greetings," he called out, neutral enough, even on the cheerful side. He got a good vibe from this woman, and he definitely trusted those vibes.
"Lykos"
But he trusted his instinct too much for that.
Sighing heavily, he gazed up at the trees around him. They were intertwined in such a peculiar way; they just begged to be climbed, and with little hesitation he would jump upon the trunks, stepping quite carefully to climb a bit higher. Already, beneath the canopy, he could see the forested area all around him, and he grinned, tail wagging. It was then he scented the other wolf, and his head tipped in curiosity. With that other scent was also the scent of the pack that bordered Ivalice, and it quite piqued his curiosity.
Scrambling down the trees, he headed in the direction of the wolf, a woman, and soon enough she was in sight. A slight woman, but not a weak one. She had a warrior's walk, a warrior's build - he had seen that confidence before. He dipped his head to her. "Greetings," he called out, neutral enough, even on the cheerful side. He got a good vibe from this woman, and he definitely trusted those vibes.
"Lykos"
05-30-2016, 02:42 PM
The appearance out of the forest of the dark-coated youth wasn't enough of a surprise to set Katja back on her heels, but thanks to the wind's direction she'd had only a moment's notice as the crunch of pawsteps in snow and rustle of underbrush announced his approach. She halted her own forward motion far enough away that she did not have to crane her head to stare up at the youth. He was of a size with Laufey, and the former Imperium alpha, but he was still clearly not at his full adult build. A yearling, then, and one displaying a neutrality that was quite respectable. No prancing up with tail wagging as though he were some fool pup, no cowering, no aggression. "Heil," she returned his greeting, though she allowed no hint of her approval at his manner to leech through into her expression, particularly once she caught the scent of Yfir's new neighbors on his coat. "You seem to have wandered from your pack lands, Ivalice. I trust you are not lost already." She didn't allow that earlier approval, but neither did her observation hold any threat to it, though a hint of irritation at yet more Ivalice intrusions tightened her brow slightly. Still, better to have found this respectful young male wandering here rather than something more... irritating. It could have been yet another Adravendi.
05-30-2016, 04:34 PM
She was absolutely calm, unruffled, and neutral, and Lykos definitely liked that. It made a smile come easy, and the curiosity strike hard as she spoke, her voice roughened by a peculiar accent. Heil, she said, and it was quite the interesting word. It was easy enough to know what it meant - it was a greeting, of course. "Heil," he murmured, echoing her. "What is this language you speak, if you don't mind me asking? It..." How to describe his interest? "It is strong-sounding," he concluded with. He felt annoyed; that was the best he could come up with to describe the vibe he got? Hmph. Pathetic. Still, she would continue speaking, and was quite amused at her tone. It wasn't aggressive in any way, but it was almost a challenge of sorts. It was clear that she didn't approve of Ivalice, at least to him. That was... interesting. "No more than you are," he answered simply, though not hostile at all. The packlands were not home. That was, however, not exactly an appropriate thing to say in front of a stranger, let alone a stranger whom was part of a neighboring pack. He was not quite so bound to Ivalice as he perhaps should have been - or so he thought. He felt the urge to wander more, specifically to this land in between. He was the heir, true, but his heart and mind did not quite understand that yet. The tone would change from coolness to curiosity once more, as he asked a question that was rather bothering him: "Say, what is the name of your pack? I know yours borders Ivalice, but that is all I know." It was clear that it bothered him; he definitely didn't like not knowing at least the name of the bordering pack.
"Lykos"
"Lykos"
06-08-2016, 08:24 PM