On a Cloudy Day [Open]

[meixiaotian]

Far Away | Male | Adult | Pack of Stars | Alpha

Far Away lay in the center of his home, the bone from some creature in his mouth and held by his paws. The sky was white with clouds, but a few rays of sunshine or blue sky came through the thick layer. Not yet being summer, or even full into spring, it was cold. Surrounded by other bodies, he felt comfortably warm, which was good, since his fur wouldn't have any protection for him. His pale tongue passed over the bone, and he decided that it had lost most of its flavor over the last hour. He picked it up and rose from the stone that he had warmed. The wolves around him made way for their alpha. He went out of the ruins for a moment, but only to bury the bone in the ground.

He returned to the shrine, but instead of returning to his original central spot, he stood on the outer areas, basking in a ray of sunlight. As he gazed over his vast territory, he realized that he had so much space to roam. The flatness of the land showed off even more ground than the other packs' territory, no doubt. Unfortunately, it also made the place feel like it was in the middle of nowhere, deserted. He knew that wasn't true, and turned his thoughts away from that, to something more positive. It was an excellent day. For the most part, he had relaxed. He would have to do something rather than laze about all day. Maybe he would organize a caribou hunt for the next day. Or maybe not, after all, they were relatively healthy and full. Or maybe he should, since they were coming around birthing season, and the mothers would need plenty of food.

OOC Notes: My image of the shrine is a large open place kind of like a pavilion.
Word Count: 293

[Crimson]

((OOC: That's about spot-on.))


He was uncomfortable, and he was going to do something about it.

This is what Vince kept telling himself, surrounded by warm bodies and quiet breathing. Sure, he was used to sleeping with other wolves, but there were plenty of things that were slowly pushing him towards a bad mood. For one thing, some wolf next to him was wheezing, and it was annoying. He'd have to have a talk with one of their Healers about that wolf; they needed to be tended to at once. Really, he couldn't care less about a single, weakened individual dying, but if whatever vile sickness they had spread, it could prove to be a real problem.

He was uncomfortable, and he was going to do something about it.

There was a big hunk of a wolf next to him just happening to be resting on his tail. He would've snatched it away or given that wolf a stern nip (and told him to lose some weight), but if he pulled on it he feared it would tear in half, and if he said something, that'd make him look like a weakling.

He was uncomfortable, and he was going to do something about it.

Some wolf's paw was poking into his side, and their claws weren't the cushiest thing to be pressed up against. It was too cramped; he didn't have any 'elbow room', so to say. He couldn't possibly tell them all to move over. That'd start a ruckus.

He was uncomfortable, and he was going to do something about it, for the gods' sake.

Taking a chance and tugging until his tail was free, Vince stood slowly and stretched, shaking his silky white coat until it was in a more natural, not-clinging-to-his-skin state, before raising his head and making his way through the crowd of lazing wolves. If they didn't move, he stepped on them, simple as that. With every step, power radiated from his attractive body shape, ferocity burned from the piercing sky-blue eyes that scanned the edge of the huge shrine.

He paused.

Far Away was standing across the expanse of wasting stone and earth on the edge of the steps that led down to the beginnings of the moor. From this angle, Vince couldn't see his face, but the stillness of the other Alpha pricked his curiosity. Changing his path, the white wolf started towards Far, head raised levelly and tail swaying from side to side behind him. It was a posture that said, I am in charge... but so are you. So, yes, it was a little complicated.

"Greetings, Far," he rumbled as he neared from behind, and stopped next to and just slightly behind the other male. Wolves of lesser rank would've used his full name, but having an equal amount of power gave Vince the right to call him that all he liked, really. "I see you've had your fill of rest..."

[meixiaotian]

Far Away | Male | Adult | Pack of Stars | Alpha

Far Away turned at the voice of his fellow alpha. Vince had emerged from the wolf-clogged shrine and stopped a bit behind Far.

"Yes, it has been a lazy day for most of us." He had seen Vince surrounded by other wolves. He wouldn't have been able to stand it, all of the crowding and impossibility of escape. Even if it wouldn't have terrified him, he wouldn't have let it happen. Sure, he was friendly, but he was also an alpha, so he would have kept his space. Vince wasn't as forgiving when it came to disrespect, so the fact that he let them crowd around was even more of a surprise. Then again... If Far was in that position and not scared, would he have nitpicked, especially if he was asleep and couldn't prevent it? He honestly didn't know how the other alpha got into that situation, but maybe he just didn't feel like shoving everyone around to get comfortable.

"I was thinking about having a caribou hunt sometime soon." He could send a group of hunters, or maybe include a beta in there. Or he could join in, it had been a while since he had gotten out of the territory. Oh yes, that would be fun. He would definitely be in the next hunt.

OOC Notes: Sorry for late reply.
Word Count: 215

[Crimson]

Vince tilted his head and his gaze shifted to behind Far, where it further swept over the vast hills and plains that made up the bulk of their territory.

"Sounds like a good plan," he murmured, half to himself and half to Far Away. The white wolf  glanced up at the sun, blinked once, and his icy blue gaze returned to his fellow Alpha, as if he was now directly addressing Far. "I believe that we've all lazed about long enough." Vince was no fool; he knew that the eerie stillness of the other packs had led some of their wolves to become restless and uncomfortable. Restless and uncomfortable could be dangerous when it was surrounded by chilly, foul-tempered wolves searching for something other than rabbit to fill their hungry bellies. A good caribou thigh or shoulder would do a lot to prevent tension from exploding into potential fights.

Vince glanced back at the mass of colorful fur-colored bodies, briefly considering leaving to hunt himself with a hand-selected few, but when he turned back to Far Away, the spark of what could only be described as excitement in the slightly younger wolf's eyes made him rethink. Perhaps it would be better for him to stay and take command while Far led a hunt. After all, Vince himself wasn't exactly built for chasing down elk; he was well-muscled and impressive when it came to looks, but he simply wasn't meant to run long distances. Far Away, on the other hand...

... was rather the same. Ah, well, at least he had more patience than Vince, and was the least likely of the two to do anything foolish.

"If you'd like to go with them, I'd gladly stay here." Which was actually the truth. He wasn't feeling particularly energized at the moment, anyway.