just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


it was a long but worthwhile journey. looking to stir up some action so soon-, finally infecting boreas with his ever-charming presence. it owed him something.. or maybe someone; a way to make a splash in a clean pool. & oh.. how he was dying to make it dirty. to ruin was an irresistible pleasure he could never help and to make his mark was all too fun. so he prowled with a hungry glare- the outline of his larger body moving with tall protruding shoulders that made a rigid form take place under the dusk skies.
he made way to an impressive channel of streams beneath greedy roots and leafy trees- with the willow curtains doing nothing but annoy the male that tramples through ungracefully: blind to their apparent beauty that others seemed to see here. vadim beheld no appreciation for the life that sat around him.
his eyes shot forward with unwavering focus, hoping to track down a delicious time near by. a womanly thing perhaps? the male's musk was ripened with scent of testosterone and his interests were silent, but loud. his stalk was deliberate and his footing was careful as he drew further in the weeping willows. the anticipation in his girth manifested by a deep & throaty growl that exited past his maw and loosely open jowls. oh, what would he find?


"Talk" 'Think'

table by scarlet, art by nelsa

Modesty didn't really have a reason to make her presence known this close to another packs borders. Preparations had begun, and hungover as she was, she wouldn't excuse herself from the tasks she had set others to, stocking the healing stores, filling the caches against the coming winter. She knew what her ideal resolution to her problem was, though perhaps she had spoken a little rashly at the leaders meeting and would soon find herself on the receiving end of her own advice. It would be just her luck at the moment, wouldn't it?

So she was here, with her saddlebags, Jael, Deluge, and Sakana near enough, but sparing her some space, for now. Modesty had already gathered a surplus of willow bark and was setting about unearthing some yellow iris rhizomes when a growl came to her ears. A brow arched, one of her caracal ears flicking in apparent disinterest. She had no shortage of enemies, to be sure, but most of them would have the sense to not give themselves away by now, surely?

"speech"