Shadow Pack

This is the shadow pack.  It is the more tranquil pack of the two and is more focused on finding new resources.  It is a good pack to join if you start as a loner since the dogs are generally more friendly.  This pack is closer to the river yet farther from the hunting grounds.

Echo dipped her head drinking the cool water from the stream. Slowly her head raised, a pink tongue ran across her dark toned muzzle clearing off the droplets of water. The fae's ears twitched as the sound of the males voice drifted towards her. "Hello" she responded in a gentle tone, fitting for the slender female.

Chocolate orbs watched the brutes movements as he introduced himself. "Mine is Echo" the fae's tender voice responded. Adjusting herself slightly she lowered her haunches to the ground, auds twitching with slight interest at Lykaios's actions. The silvery prey item caught her interest as it was offered to her with seemed to be a flirtatious attempt to impress her. "How kind" the shewolf returned his smirk as she accepted his small offering.

Echo's attention moved to the silver marine animal, a quick taste test was all the fae needed before she devoured the small meal. A pile of bones was all that remained of the carcass, her orbs scanned the reddened sky above. Gracefully the fae's slender bodice moved away from the steam, until she happened upon a soft grass bed. Quietly she lowered her frame to the ground letting the cool earth seep into her undersides.

Echo's nostrils twitched at the scent of the scarlet liquid. Now cranium erect, her orbs looked for the cause of the smell. It was soon apparent that the scent came with the arrival of her alpha, which it was assumed the brute had made a kill. Slowly she raised her bodice from the ground awaiting his return.

Echo picked up on the change in Lykaios's frame, immediately she knew something was awry. With caution her muscular legs moved her to stand beside the alpha. Nares flaring in and out as she scented the air. Soon the cause for his displeasure was known. "Moonlight Pack" the fae's lips pulled back revealing a set of ivory canines.

Echo's tensed frame relaxed as Lykaios noted there was no threat. However this did stop her from scenting the air again. The presence of other canid's had her on edge. Especially with the change in the air. As winter was coming to a close, the change in season signaled a change in her body. Soon the fae's phenomenons would surround her, and without a mare she was vulnerable to outsiders.

Vintage, the young weimaraner had unknowingly crossed into the territory of shadow pack. Pale orbs scanning the grassy clearing, spotting the river she trotted over, tongue flicking out of her mouth and scooping water into her mouth. Once her thirst was quenched, she prepared herself to leave. She paused though, she spotted beautiful smooth stones at the bottom of the shallow river. Long silky tail wagging as she dipped her muzzle into the water and latched her maw onto one of the smooth stones.

The water cool and soothing as she brought it from the water. Leaping over the small hill to lay in the grass. She first let it dry, the sun soaking up the wet stone before she dipped her paw in some river mud. Placing her paw print on the stone, she left a paw mark on it. Dabbing her nose in the mud she made pretty designs all around it, once she was satisfied she left the stone there before washing off her nose and paw.

Stretching out with a loud yawn she shook her pelt, trying to rid of the annoying gnats that insisted on well.. being annoying. A sigh escaped her maw as she trotted into the forest. The shade welcoming her pleasantly as she entered only deeper into shadow pack territory.

Echo was not far behind the alpha, though her figure was more relaxed. While still cautious of the fae. She remained quiet letting Lykaios handle the situation. The female didn't smell like she had arrived from another pack, her scent suggested she was a loner.

Vintage appeared like a dainty fragile creature, but she was anything but. When she suddenly felt herself pushed to the ground and pinned she instantly lashed back, fangs snapping as claws dug into the dirt as she squirmed. "Get off me you brute! This is no way to treat a lady." She said, muttering the last part so he didn't hear. She finally stopped squirming, growling stil as she sighed, blowing the fur from her ears out of her eyes as she said "I was simply passing, I was not here to cause any trouble. I suppose you are the Alpha." She said, taking note of the strength the canine had.

Tail lashed, in a annoyed but friendly matter as despite her fury to fight back, she had to relax. Oh she was ready to spit every cuss word known in the alphabet, but she knew better as she sighed. Eyes following a lady bug crawling across a blade of the long grass. She really didn't like being down here.. but she knew that wasn't exactly her decision. "S-sorry to interrupt, but do you mind getting off? It's hard not feel.. well threatened when you have me flat on my back. Besides, I am not going anywhere." She sighed, trying not to be to pushy but she couldn't help but strain a bit.

Vintage's eyes flickered, herself? Well there wasn't much to herself.. but she would tell him what she knew about herself. Some expect that since you are you, that you should know who you are. She knew little about herself, for she was still learning. She only knew the basics... "Well, the position as alpha suits you. Myself? Hmm.. well. My name is Vintage Rose, but please call me Vintage or Vin. I am a loner, scavenging through trash for food or simply killing my own. I have never had an owner, my mother and father were well known strays, but when I departed they vanished into the allies and I haven't seen them since. I am just another 4 year old dog roaming lands or simply exploring, you never know what you might see. You?" She said, knowing very little about the lupe.

She sat, posture high as her tail rested over her paws. Despite being a stray who never had an owner, she had manners and didn't cease to not act like a lady. She was no spoiled rich dog, needing the finest cuisine or special treatment. She says that the pet life was never her cup of tea, she would never even have second thoughts about not being a feral dog. She felt free, she enjoyed that feeling.. free to do as she will.. free to be herself and not hide behind some hot headed human. She didn't want her movement to be restrained by a annoying collar, she didn't want to eat the tasteless dog food everyday. She enjoyed a challenge, she enjoyed a bit of spice in her life, and she enjoyed the variety in her diet, and the thrill of when she will eat again. She kept herself in a somewhat submissive state, respectful towards the alpha despite not even being in his pack.

Vintage couldn't blame the male for not telling her much, if he was a stranger in her territory she would be skeptical to. "I could use a bit of a rest, thank Lykaios." She said politely with a dip of her head as she arose and began to follow him. Her sensitive nose began to pick up on another scent, she felt bad for the alpha.. it seemed his territory was becoming a central for rogues. She could smell many scents, a familiar female scent that must be part of the pack, a vivid and unpleasant musky smell of a male, and another female. Glancing over at the alpha she remained quiet.