Sex: MaleThe Great Spirit had no presence here, and it was something he was going to change. It hadn’t taken long... an old kill here to scavenge some bones, a dead raccoon there, it’s mouth distorted in pain, a clear indicator of what it’s demise had been... if you knew what you were looking for. A rabbit’s hide, left behind when the one who had been feasting on it’s entrails grew tired of picking through scraps and of course some feathers for good measure. All it needed was a little fresh blood and it would be a cosy reminder of home. Not nearly as grand as the shrine he had left behind, he could regard it as little more than a work in progress for now, and a warning to the soft wolves of this land that a storm was coming... Not that the River wolves needed a more solid reminder than the absence of one who had been so full of life. Perhaps it was a slap in the face that he had chosen this place over all others... Perhaps it had been coincidence - if you believed in such things. Pleased with his handiwork for now, the dark wolf sat back with a satisfied smile to watch his slowly growing pile of bones and assorted dead things. Perhaps this would be sign enough... Perhaps not. Either way he could feel Unelanuhi shining down on him with approval, and as long as the Great Spirit was kept happy, the sickness would be held at bay. Or so he hoped. |
With a subtle limb in her gait the big wolf ambled her way North. It was as good a guess as any, with Narime's scent faded from their home and no trails to go by. The place she found herself in was odd, the history of a fire marked in dark charcoal against the trees. She didn't believe in ghosts, but found the grey-tipped hairs along the back of her neck standing up as if she could sense something here. A curious chimeric scent, the blood and decay of several creatures, blew through the charred trees towards her, shaking the forest like rattling bones.
Skana's nostrils flared and her lip curled upwards in disgust as she approached the stinking pile. It was too much of a stretch to imagine chance had brought all this offal together. It would have been nice to pretend it was some poor-man's snack, saved for later. It couldn't be, too open, too exposed for a cache, meaning all of this was meant to be seen. And see it Skana did, the chill air seeping deep into her bones as her good eye set upon the agonized face of the raccoon. The evidence of that disease was clear on it's stiff expression, and Skana recoiled back a few paces. She did not know if it was a beacon, a shrine, or a warning, but whatever it signified, it could be nothing good. They needed to find Narime', and fast, before the young, naive wolf ran into the trouble that was brewing. Unless it was already too late.
He just couldn’t help himself. He had left the gift with a plan to leave. Let the locals question what it was that had manifested itself within their woods... but even he had moments of weakness. Finding a particularly pungent pile of leaves and miscellaneous debris to roll in, it masked his scent enough to return, and he was not disappointed when he did so. He took a moment to hang back, to observe as the elderly wolf limped forward to sniff at his offering, the look of clear disgust lighting a small fire of glee in his stomach. She wouldn’t understand, none of these heathens could ever understand. Unelanuhi needed to be kept happy, and it was no easy task to do so.
Rustling the bushes as he moved forward, he kept his stance low, on the more submissive side of neutral, ears angled away and eyes never really resting on the wolf before him. “W-what is it?” he questioned, the false stutter in his voice adding to the general naive appearance. He was young to be a leader, only three years old, and it was still so easy to don the coat of anyone other than himself. He kept back from the older wolf, allowing her plenty of room. He had no doubt he could out run her if he had to but for now, he would wait and see which way the dice fell. Elders were full of tales and knowledge that younger wolves struggled to retain.
At his question, her eyes momentarily left his flicking ones to glance at the pile of trash, a low grumble as she considered it again. With a flick of her tail, she turned her head back to him and fixed the rogue back in her hazy stare. "Nothing good. Some little miscreant trying to be funny," She snorted. "I suppose you wouldn't know anything about this, would you?" She asked with narrowed eyes and a stern turn to her lips. She didn't expect him to know much, after all, he wouldn't have asked the question. She mostly just wanted the satisfaction of seeing the timid wolf squirm. If she were lucky, maybe he would have seen the culprit at the least.