He could smell the metallic stench from a mile away. He grew up near a similar area, with wounded earth and strange artifacts decaying in the soil. The smell was absolutely acrid and his soul felt a deflated, wrung-out pain when he stepped foot in the area. Yet he couldn't explain why his paws continued towards the dead earth. The sun was beginning to rise and the warming terrain was feeling good, if not a bit chilly. He couldn't sleep much lately - some nightmares plagued his thoughts and he was struggling to feel like his normal self.

His aunt told him stories about humans she heard from the elders, about the hairless creatures who used the metals as armor and had a tool that could blast a wolf away in the blink of an eye. They sounded like awful creatures; he felt uncomfortable even being near where they had been before.

He sniffed the soil, and mixed with the faded scents of wolf, he clearly smelled blood and fear. How awful.

Eir has been wandering for miles now, from Auster up to the northtern regions and many more places. Lirim now seemed like an old memory, something she took over,of course she would never forget Torin. But she moved on, as she was taught to by the parents she once had, far away in time. The nomad walked and walked, fidning herself back into a place she always found curious. She walked with her eyes into the place, wanting to explore more about it now that she didn't have pack duties anymore. And there she saw a wolf, but not wishing to disturb them she didn't speak to them, but she wouldn't deny a conversation if they wanted to. "speak."| "You"

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Hudson was vaguely aware of an approaching wolf, but not concerned. This land thus far had proven to be occupied by friendly strangers, and plus - this battleground was just downright creepy. Who could start trouble here? Hudson wasn't exactly spiritual but he had a healthy respect for the dead.

Green eyes slowly pulled from the bloodsoaked soil to see a dark wolf with a perfect yellow mask. Unique, he thought to himself. She has green eyes, too. He always felt a mixture of emotions when he saw green eyes. A little relief, a little anxiety. His family had to make it especially clear that Hudson was odd for his eye color. It was an insult, a nickname. Green-eyes. He liked to think he liked being different, but deep down, he really hated the way his natal pack treated him. But, he was older now, wiser, and far, far away.

"Morning." He said with a polite smile. Not overly excited, but still pleasant. Hudson's tail relaxed and his expression friendly. He was loose and relaxed, with not a bit of malice in his body language.

Eir wasn't that social, even if she was born in a group there wolves united just for survival, but not for the relationships themselves, she was born from the need of more working jaws. Of more working force to help the clan trive in the harsh environments they used to go around. And even though she was far away now, she still had the habit of traveling alone,of not minding others affairs. But perhaps her brief time in Lirim helped her be softer around others, not as opposed to socialize as the rest of her family. Eyes of green rested on the male as she was thinking about leaving him be and continue her travels. But as she was about to depart, the stranger greeted her. Well, she wouldn't deny a chance to talk. "Morning sir," She answered politely, thinking about what to say next. "I am not interrupting am I?" She hopped she wasn't, she didn't like to stand on other's way if they didn't want to. "speak."| "You"

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