Surreal

Surreal padded along the edge of the plains, ears back in uneasiness. It had been months since she had come to this place, but she remembered the last time as if it were happening right now. The white females, one laying still on the bloodstained ground, bleeding from a horrible wound in her belly, the other refusing to help the one she had harmed. Surreal?s ears lay flat to her skull, an anxious whine whispering from her throat, her tail tucking slightly. Her uncle Cormalin had told her that this place was the Battlefield, and that wolves came here to fight, or find a home. Who would want to find a home here? The place smelled awful, like old blood and new, anger and violence. But she came here anyway. She had to face this place that had given her nightmares. Gradually, she forced her tail to relax and hang in a relaxed position and her ears to rise. As a nine month old, she was a bundle of lanky legs and big paws that promised that she would be larger as a mature adult. Right now, she was still a pup, though the maturity was already beginning to peek through. Mismatched blue and gold eyes gazed out over the area, which was empty but for her. So, she was here. She had faced the field. Now she was ready to go home. The silver female turned to head home.

Tail waved softly behind the gray, white, and black coated boy as he shoved his nose to the ground to sniff the crimson tainted earth. This wasn't the preferred place to be. It smelled. The land was hardly admirable. The place was literally covered with blood in some spots. It wasn't nearly as pretty as the lands of Mount Volkan were, much less the Snowfalls. He really missed his old home. He couldn't help but get the feeling he was gonna be a lot like his dad when he grew up. This place could hardly compare to the beauty of the snow and ice. Needless to say he wasn't very fond of the battlefield. He wasn't really here for anything. Experience would be a good way to explain it. He wanted to recognize the scent of blood. Get a feel for the thrill of the fight that lingered within his bones. Feel the adrenaline as he thought of clashing nail and tooth against another wolf. It was intoxicating, thrilling, and intimidating all at the same time. Big thoughts for a pup not even past his first year of life. Regardless it was what made up his blood. He would be a fighter through and through. Nothing would ever change about that. Regardless of his blood, he was still a pup and didn't want to be here for too awful long. The place really was an eyesore. The stench was getting kinda sickening and he wanted to go home. Well, he had wanted to go home, until a new scent reached his nostrils. A very familiar scent. One that made his tail wag looking very much like a miniature whirlwind. With a short leap, a few bounds, and a tad bit of running Creed soon could see the familiar gray figure ahead of him. He gave a soft yip to announce his arrival before scurrying over to her. "Hiya! Whatcha doin' here?!" He questioned her, automatically going into the familiar play bow that he'd become so accustomed to. He was pleased to see her here. Granted it was an odd place to meet, it was still great to see his friend again. She was a thrill to be around. Speech,

Surreal

Pawsteps behind her made her jump slightly, and she turned to see who it was. Delight coursed through her when she saw him, and as he dropped into the bow of play, she mirrored him, tail having gone from tucked to whirling over her back. What was she doing here? ?I? Well, when I was little, I wandered away, and ended up here, and? And it was scary.? Her ears flattened, pupils shrinking slightly, as the nasty memories returned. She didn?t want to be that wolf, defeated and bleeding out. She didn?t want to bring her mother heart pain because she was unable to defend herself. Her training, by her Uncle and Mother?s standards, were late. They?d begun their fighting training at six months. She forced her thoughts to focus back to Creed. What was he doing here? ?So, I wanted to face being afraid of this place. Mother and Uncle Cormalin both say I need to learn to fight. Mother?s been very serious about it since a bad wolf attacked Rayne.? She sat out of the play bow abruptly. ?So, that?s what I?m doing here. What are you doing here, Creed-- Wow?? She actually looked at him. He had gotten so big! Her tail batted the ground as she looked him over. He was getting even fluffier, too, while she was sleeker, her fur more accustomed to her pack?s territory. Mismatched eyes sparkled. With her friend here, this place wasn?t so scary anymore.

His head cocked to the side as he listened to her story. Whatever it was that had happened when she'd come here before, it didn't seem to have been a pleasant experience. She seemed rather upset by it. The boy frowned slightly and his look was a sympathetic one. He'd seen some pretty awful stuff too. Perhaps not as bad as her (simply cause he wasn't as fazed by it, just curious) but still things a pup wouldn't be used to seeing so early on. He rose to his paws and mimicked her movements and plopped his rump to the ground to listen to her explanation as to why she was here. So she wanted to learn how to fight? An idea popped into his head and he grinned. He needed to learn how to fight as well. He had plans in his mind, plans that he had every intention of setting into motion as soon as he was of age. He needed to get stronger ans train as hard as he could. He opened his mouth to speak and to share his idea when he stopped, confused. Wow? Wow what? He couldn't help but notice she was staring at him. He himself had studied her for a moment noting that she seemed to have grown some, but her gaze was lingering. What was she looking at? "Wow what?" Speech,

Surreal

She finished her staring, as he asked his question. She grinned, giggling. ?You?re getting big! And fluffy.? Her tail hammered the earth, eyes twinkling like gems. She hadn?t seen herself yet, but she had certainly noticed that she could get up and down the natural stone stairs that led up to the den. She could get back up now! All by herself. The thought made her want to prance. She sat still, but her paws danced in place. She wasn?t scared at all now. Mismatched blue and gold eyes found the greenish blue gaze. Having friends was wonderful! ?So, what do you want to do?? Her tail battered the ground hopefully, ears forward, as she waited. Maybe he had an excellent game idea! The first and last time they had met, he had come up with the best game of tussle ever. Her brother and sisters were great for tussling, but she knew all their moves. Creed was refreshing! He had so many unexpected moves that it had kept her engaged and interested. And focused. Her Attention Deficit Disorder didn?t snag her! Would he want to wrestle again today?

He was getting big.... and fluffy? He gave her an intrigued look before turning his front end to look at his back end. He touched his own fur before straightening up and then looking at his paws, and chest and lastly whatever else he could see on himself that was possible. Shoulders shrugged before he plopped down on his hind end. He was getting bigger, and fluffier. He gave her a toothy grin. These next words would probably confuse the hell out of her. "Well believe it or not I'm the runt of my litter. My two brothers are bigger than I am. And you're getting bigger too!" She was getting prettier as well, but he definitely didn't have the guts to say that out loud. It was simply a random thought in his head that he quickly shoved back down. Where in the hell it came from he didn't know but it made him nervous. He was glad for the subject change though. "Well you need practice in fighting and I do as well. Would you like to spar with me?" He planned on getting stronger than his mother, father, and uncle Gargoyle. All of them! He wanted to be so strong that he could easily defeat that horrible female that had defeated their Chief and then let his family reclaim Glaciem. He didn't want to be an Alpha. It seemed like a big job, but he was tired of seeing everyone so upset that they'd been forced to move. He wanted to do something about it. Speech,

Surreal

Creed?s reaction to her remark about him growing made her giggle. As his self inspection continued, the giggle broke into a little laugh. His next words made her stare a moment. His brothers were bigger? That was a thought to keep in mind. She puffed out her chest as he added that she?d gotten bigger, but he seemed to be about to add something, and then to bite it back with a nervous look. Her head cocked slightly, but she didn?t press, because his next words wiped the question she was going to ask right from her mind. ?Oh I?d love to spar! But? How do we spar?? She bounced on her toes, head cocked to the left, right ear perked, the left ear drooping. The look was one that would have an older wolf that was inclined to baby talk pups go into a babble of blubber because of the adorableness of it. She thought a moment. A long moment. Butterflies were so pretty, but they sure didn?t taste good. That dreamy look crept into her eyes.