It was a bright, sunny after noon, not a breeze to be found. Birds flew by, bees hummed, and rabbits got unlucky. Especially the rabbit that Brokefang was now eating for a late breakfast. He chewed on the tender little thing, savoring the taste. It wasn't much, but atleast is filled the gap in his stomache. He was bored, to say the least. He wanted somthing to happen, maybe meet a new wolf, possibly find a mate. "Phht, unlikley" he muttered around a mouthful of rabbit, rolling onto his side beside the carcass. He looked up at the bright, blue afternoon sky. Yes, he was bored. and slightly lonely. He had been overjoyed at finding his new brother, Sliver. But that had wore off some time ago. All he wanted to do now was strech out and take a nice, loong nap. But he also wanted something, ANYthing, to happen. Mayhaps a nice young lady wolf would come along. OR a male wanting to tick him off and challenge him to somthing. He really didn't care that much.

((ahh, come'on people, don't make me start RolePlaying with mawhself.. it ain't pretty... 0_0

He got up, leaving the bone clean caracass lay there. He began walking in his usual manner, not looking where he was going, stareing holes into the ground, which he proptly tripped on. He continued walking, going where the natural curve of the land took him. He unconciously followed natural trails, or animal made ones, sniffing at the odd scent of deer here, the marking of a rabbit there. Lets face it. If there was a cliff near by, he'd jump off it to see what happened, he was so bored.

Well, his walking ended when he ran into a tree. Sitting down hard, he whimpered slightly. Why did he always run into things?? Doesn't matter where he is, in a big, open field, he would always find a rock or somthing to run into. He layed down, sighing. He looked around, noticing he was only about thirty yards from where he breakfasted. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the blue sky. He small breeze had picked up, bringing to him only old smells. Nobody was in the area, lets face it. He didn't care though, he liked the solitude and peace.

As the sunn filtered through the now leafless claws of the trees, she walked, the brisk wind toying with her now thickening fur. She hadn't been to these parts in ages, being so preoccupied with all the events in her packlands. She strolled about leisurly, no real purpose at hand at the moment. Just enjoying the present lull in the action.

She could still remember her coming to Northern Boundaries, the day Torcian and Sielhae had admitted her, and Siel had invited her into his pack. She remembered her first meeting with the pack on that happy day, and also the day by Wanderer's lake where she'd met him. Carbion. That was a day she'd never forget.

She was brought back to reality, however, but the faint scent of blood. At the first whiff, she tensed, as her instincts suddenly took control of her sense. Her sensitive nares quickly told her it was rabbit, however, and she proceeded. A kill meant a wolf, or another predator. Liftnig her speckled maw to test the air, her prediction was confirmed- a wolf, one she hadn't met before. Flag lifting into a mahogany arc over her back, and waving delightedly back and forth, she headed toward the newcomer.

When she got closer, she could scent out that it was a brute, and that she'd definately never come across him before. But no fear claimed the fae- she knew well enough that most wolves that had come across these lines were good, and under the protection of four packs- she was perfectly safe. She could fend for herself well enough anyway- her rough upbringing had taught her that.

On this day, she was a sight to see. Her reddish mahogany coat glistening in it's lusterous red hue, now thick for winter. Her white chest, forelegs, and forepaws were spotlessly clean, being the colour of newly fallen snow on the eve of morn in the heart of winter. Her eyes, set as two gleaming gems of azure in her soft face, shone with the vitality and hope of youth, being three years of age.

When she came upon him, lying contentedly on his back, she issued a soft bark before speaking, to inform him of her presence.

His ears perked up at the sound of the Female, and he sprang up, looking around, and after a quick thirty seconds, located her. He wasn't sure of her rank, but, seeing as he was a newcommer and a Loner, he repectavly lowered his tail and lowered his head. He hadn't smelled her aproach, and that was unusual. The Halfbloods Artic wolf in him had already puffed him out to where he could withstand the ruffest nights, though the Timber wolf in him belieing that, making his fur a golden brown. "Mawh name is Brookefeng, yore 'Ighness." He said, his own northern accent poping out. He concentrated on holding it back. "What is yore's?" The sleepy day had him almost asleep, and he yurned to lay down, but repect kept him up, not wanting to displease the female wolf.

((Stupid fractured wrist.. wanted to do more.. but couldn't..

(ooc: ouch! what'd ya do? hope ya get better soon!)

Seeing him sit up, she strode forward a bit, noting by his posture he seemed to be no threat. She laughed a bit, her voice tinkling on the fresh air, when he called her "Ighness."

"Sirrah, you needen't address me so formally. Not in these lands, in any case. Welcome, Brokefang, to the neutral lands of Northern Boundaries. I am Alkiva Songbreeze, sub-alphess of Silent Meadows. Pray tell me your business in these lands? Be they good, and innocent, you may stay here, and find a pack, but be they ill-tempered, I advise you, for your own safety, to either change your purpose, or to be set on your way once again."

She'd come upon unruly brutes in the past, and they'd proven to be of an utmost bother- one had even challenged an alpha on their first meeting! Since then, she'd been a bit wary, but nonetheless, there was still the predominant tone of her peaceful nature in her voice. She liked the look of this newcomer- he seemed respectable enough, and had a peacable aura. She smiled gently at him, to put him more at ease. She'd once been a newcomer, and knew what it was like to be in the presencec of strangers, and owners of land.

"Teh Nothern Boundries, yew mean?" He said, looking at her. "I came from the Nort'ern Lands, farther north then 'ere. And I've already gone through this with me new Bro, Sliver, but why not agin? Don't tell 'im this though. My old pack, the alpha pack of the Northern Lands, has been destroied. I was its alpha. I'm here excaping memories and past, if'n yew want to know. I've already tried to the Timber Wolfs, or whatever it is. ( I know what it is, he doesn't ^^) But I havn't gorten a awhnser yet. And, beggin' me sayin, you do sound like royalty, goin' on aboot "Be t'ey good or inersint" and such, yew do sound like royalty."

((Let me sum it up, soccer, concrete floor, you fill in the blanks. ^^'

Alkiva laughed, and shook her head. Royalty, she certainly was not. But then she turned serious once more, at hearing of his deteriorated pack. Her eyes fell to own a sad light, and she nodded in sympathy. "I am grieved to hear of this, Brokefang. You have my deepest sympathies." She'd never lost a pack, but had been exiled, and knew how much it hurt to leave the ones you love....and even the ones you hate. She'd been partially glad, for her father, Kharan, the alpha, had gone mad with anger and tyranny, which had caused her needless exile.

The name Sliver rang a bell from somewhere in her mind. He was a brute from Timber Woods was he not? Ah, yes. She remembered him, and his accent- much like Brokefang's. After all, they were brothers. She smiled as he mentioned "Timber Wolfs." Chuckling slightly, she spoke again.

"You must mean Timber Woods- pay it no heed, you're new here, and names can be hard to remember. I had the same problems myself. Well, if you don't hear back from Timber Woods, I'd just like to let you know that you are welcome to join Silent Meadows, if you wish. We always enjoy the company of new wolven in any time of the year. Our alpha is Sielhae Werehelm- a cheerful fellow, you'd find him quite likeable, as well as the other members." As sub-alpess, she had been given the privilage of being able to invite others into the pack, and so far, those who had joined had been happy. "But, if you would still like to join Timber Woods, and be with thy brother, then I wish you well in any case, and please give him my regards." She smiled gently at him, and curled her flag about her paws.

(ooc: ouch! that musta hurt! hope u feel better soon! do you also roleplay Sliver? if u do, do u still want me to make Alera for him?)

(( ^^ No, I do not Roleplay Sliver. We worked it out, made it a miniplot, and thats why I'm trieing to get into Timber Woods. And yesh, it did hurt, and I didn't know till about four days later that I had fractured my wrist in two places...

"Deja-vu again. Raydiance has already asked me to join our pack. I will try to If'n I can't get into Timber Woods. Thank you for your offer though. It was very curtious. And its okay aboot mawh pack. Though I'll hate humans forever, stupid wolf skin wear'in ~~very avid wolf curse word~~" He said. Viking (if this does not fit into the era, tell me. I have had this character worked out for a while, but i can change. And anyway, I just thought that the utter absence of humans would mean prety much their time, and so I though it'd fit in. Tell me if I'm wrong.) Raiders had found his pack, and had slaughtered all except for him and his Full brother, Diablo GlacierWinds, who had a pack of his own, as of which was the new Alpha pack of the other seven packs of the north. He sighed, looking around, then at her. His tail began waving slowly. He looked up at a tree when a squirrel through a acorn at him. "Whoot the bloody heck?" He said, backing away as he was bombarded with more acorns.

( i have no idea what time era we're in, but ill coast along with it :) )

Alkiva listened as Brokefang expressed his htred for humans. She nodded; she could understand his hatred. She too had felt the wrath of the two-leggeds. They'd killed off the one wolf in her native pack she'd loved, the only wolf there, other than her mother of course, that was not blood-thirsty and crazed with a permament rage. Gladirye. He was a mighty brute, but could not stand up against the power of man. She pondered briefly if her father could have. Kharan. She saw his face flash before her eyes- his blood red coat, the splash of white on his chest, his hackles bristling, and bloody teeth bared in his usual snarl. It had seemed, at leats to her, that his lips were permamently in this position, and his auds fixed to the sides of his skull. She'd never seen him smile. Not in compasion at least. She'd seen him smile in victory, as he stood over yet another fresh wolven corpse that had dared oppose him. A fool and a tyrant he was. She could never understand how her mother had put up with him.

She started slightly when she saw a few acorns come pelting from the branches above them. She smiled, though in fact this was a prospective meal- not at the moment of course. She couldn't climb trees, nor entice the squirrel down. She let out a haughty bark, followed by a menancing growl. For a wolf of her size, her voice was quite strong. She hated to admit it, but she knew she'd gotten it from her father's side. The sound ripped from her throat, vibrating her vocal chords to a chillingly daunting melody. She laughedd when the squirrel took off up the tree. She then shook her head, almost ashamed of emitting such a sound. But it was just in fun. Eve if the squirrel had been on the ground, she wouldn't have bothered to seriously pursue it- she was satiated at the moment. She smiled back at Brokefang; it seemed like she had a new friend.

He blinked a few times, looking at the dainty little thing that just emited a growl which would of scared a bear out of its fur. He shook a acorn off his head, his face slightly wincing as his old scar, caused by a human axe on the night of the raid, began burning. It stoped after a few seconds, but it still was a reminder of that night. "Stoopud scurriels...." he said in his northern accented speach. He looked back at Alkiva, giving her a warey smile. Anything with that voice could rip a wolf to shreds, even one who came from the fighting lands in the north. Brokefangs old pack had been the strongest in the Northern lands, thus giving it the name of AlphaPack GlacierRunners. They protected the borders, goverend the other eight (at the time of the GlacierRunners) other packs, and made peace treaties. Their lead fighting force had been and was still Brokefangs full brother's, Diablo's, pack, the GlacierWinds. His pack had been a full militry unit, ready to move at a moments notice to defend its borders and the borders of others. Now poor Diablo was stuck with the title of Alpha Leader, seeing as his pack had been second strongest, it was now Alpha pack. He sighed as he remeniced his Brother, veiwing his jet black pelt, with a red muzzle and chest. He had loved him dearly, and he had been going there, before he got lost and wandered here. Hey, even a wolfs smeller somtimes messes up, right? He gave her a more confident smile, his tail wagging full force now.

She chuckled slightly at the look of surprise on his face. To put him at more ease, the reassured him. "Sorry about that....I have a, er, strong voice, I guess." she laughed, an embarassed smile on her face. She'd been told this many times before, in her native pack. It was the one thing her father admired her for. But whenever she used her voice to sing, which she did often, he'd get enfuriated and demand that she stop. He couldn't stand anything cheery or beautiful.

She watcheed as a leaf lazily drifted down from the sky and fall to the ground. Winter was fast approaching. She and Carbion had already dug their den, however, so she needn't worry about that. She hoped thet Brokefang would either be acceptedd into Timber Woods or come to Silent Meadows before the hardships of winter hit. It wasn't nice to be all alone and cold during the winter! Even now, the nights were getting colder, and were only comfortable if you were snuggled up tight.

Turning back to Brokefang, she decided tp speak again. "So, sir Brokefang, what brings you to these lands? Did Sliver invite you here, or did the wind carry you in, as it did me?" she chucked slightly. It was almost a pun, for though the wind didn't carry her in, it had sported the scent of the other wolves, which called her.

"If you really wish to know my story, I shall tell you. As I've already said, My old pack has been destroyed. All but my Brother and me excaped, seeing as my brother has a pack of his own. I was heading towards his packs territory, but, somhow I got lost. I guess he has been down here recently, or somthing, because I was following what I had thought was a fairly new smell. And I ended up here. And Sliver had been the first wolf to greet me here, and we began talking, and come to find out, we're Brothers! So, to awnser your question, I guess the wind sort'a brought me here." He said, looking at the ground. He sighed. It WAS getting to be winter, and he was in need of a place to stay. He was going to go back and ask if he could join Timber Woods one more time.

((I might be getting into Timber Woods! Sombody finnaly spoke to me on that board, so I might just get lucky!

(Yay! but you're always welcome at S.M if u need to!)

Alkiva smiled as she heard him speak of his family; how he and his brother seemed to be closely knit. Her maw opened in slight amazement as she heard him say that he and Sliver discovered that they were brothers. Now that would have been interesting!! To find a long lost sibling and a pack at the same time. He must have been some glad when he found out!

Hearing him sigh, she looked at him with sympathy. He was still packless. She'd offered, but he wanted to be with his brother. She could understand that easily. She smiled kindly at him, and gave him a playful nudge. "Come on. It's getting a bit cold, so why don't we have a good old fashioned game of tag-tail?" Her eyes shone as if she was a pup again. It was her favorite game when she was a pup, to go flying after the others, chasing their tails.

She boundeed a short distance away, paws dancing on the ground. Her flag was high above her back, and waving back and forth merrily. She let out an excited yip as she bounded away again, looking back. She'd been bogged down by dark thoughts and heavy responsibilites for a whil now, and needed a good run. Grinning over her shoulder at him, she yelled

"You're it!"

Tail-tag? What was that? They didn't have it in the north, that was for sure. They had rabbit and the wolf, where one wolf pretended to be a rabbit and the others chased him and niped their tail, thus becoming the "Rabbit" themselves. He wondered if this was the same, and without further knowledge, chased after her, running top notch, which was fast, seeing as he came from and nomadic north, also known as "The Fighting Lands". He didn't really know as to tag her tail with his, or nip it. So, he just ran at her for now.

Alkiva yiped happily and sped off, flying through the woods, abandoning all her thoughts. She occasionally looked over her shoulder to see him speeding after her. She laughed as she flew over a fallen log- she'd been known to trip over them in the past when running, and tumble monumentally to the ground. In that way, she couldn't wait for the winter- then there would be soft, fluffy snow to land in, though she utterly despised having a faceplant into cold, wet, white snow flurries.

She saw him gaining on her, and began to slow down, so he could have a chance to tag her. Between her breaths, she yelled "In order to not be it, you just have to tag the tip of my tail, with your paw, snout, anything. Good luck!" With that, she swerved left, almost toppling over. But her powerful legs, pumping like automatic pistons, held her ground and turned her in the other direction. Tail waving in wild circles behind her, she lept forward, wondering if he'd managed the turn. Looking back over her white splashed shoulder, she tried to see him.

CRASH!!!THUD!!!. The two sounds she made as she first blundered through a bush, then tripped over her own feet. Scrambling to her feet, unhurt but donning a crown of twigs and dried leaves, she got up and ran again, hoping it hadn't slowed her that much. A wide smile upon her maw, she looked back over her shoulder- quicker this time, and realized he was gaining.

Heh heh heh. The three year winner in the anual Northern WinterTime meet at the sprint pumped his legs like a water pump, speading along at a high rate of speed. He lept forward with just enough momentum to tag her tail with his, and go sailing into a tree.

Why did he always run into things? He picked himself up, and got off to a wobbily half drunken run, speeding away from the now it Alkiva. He watched where he was going this time. He didn't want to damage his brain anymore then possible.

He was going at a fast looping run, moving swiftly and carefully through the forest, keeping just out of reach of Alkiva. His legs pumped up and down, easily sending him to a good, easily controlable speed. He liked the game of Tail-tag. He had never heard of it before, though it was odly enough like Rabbit and the Wolf, though in Tail-tag you only had to have two, where in Rabbit AndThe Wolf you needed atleast a whole pack. And he liked tail-tag. He was good at it too. He was fast, agile (only when he's looking) and easy on his feet (again, only when he's looking where he's going). He lept back over the log Alkiva had hurtled earlier, careening off to the left, and circling back around the log.

(ooc: i know, I was intending just to edit this one when I came back to save room and tel you i had to go and i deleted the OOC one liners as well:) )

Ic: Alkiva felt a slight thouch at the tip of her tail, and turned around in just enough to see Brokefang, paw outstretched, fly with a resounding thuhd into a tree. Thrusting her limbs in front of her, she stopped, and darted after him as he took off in the other direction, obviously quite alright. She watched him as he zipped through the woods, obviously quite used to terrain like this.

Hunkering down so her bodice was close to the ground, she sped forward, picking up a new gear. This was the characteristic ruun of a predator. Maw slightly agape, she slid forward at an alarming rate, every movement precise. She lept over the log, giving herself no more than an inch under her belly- she couldn't waste time in the air. Leaning hard to the left, she cut a tight corner, and resumed her chase. There was a look of seriousness on her face, but a playfullness in her eyes. She used her tactics well. When she had him in front of her, she stopped this slinking, and shot forward into a full run.

Her flag was in a high position, waving back and forth, ready to aid her balance should he turn again. She was ready to use anything to her advantage. And she saw her advantage just up ahead. A large boulder, slanting upwards. She could not see what was on the other side, but did not care, frankly. Taking three great strides to prepare for the ascention, she leapt up the boulder, and flew off the other side. She fell a good few feet, and landed, with a slight grunt, running. It had been a great aid. She caught up to him quickly, but did not tag him. Between pants, she called frrom his side "There be'st a stream, straight this way- race you!" With that, she lowered herself to the ground, and, giving a loud bark of excitement, darted off ahead.

It was his turn to trun on the speed. Hunkering down, tail completely outstretched, he began his fomous killing sprint. Shooting off like a bobcat( which can go REAAALY fast) He passed her with ease, belly scratching and rubbing the ground as he barely lifted his feet in flight. Dogding left, then right around trees, he shot out of the forest and kept going, sailing into the stream. "Bloody e'll!!" He shouted as he his the cold water, belly burn Turning his stomach bright red and bruning hot. He danced around in the water, screaming and shouting at the coldness of it and the burning of his belly.

((I HATE FRACTURES!!

Seeing him sprint ahead, she too lowered her bodice to the ground, and sped along, each pawstep precise. Her orbs were narrowed into slits, as she looked only straight ahead. Her tail she used to balance herself as she weaved around trees, making the tightest turns she possibly could, missing the trees by bare inches. She shied away from an unexpected bush once, but quickly regained her speed, gaining a spot at Brokefang's side. Her salmon tongue lolled out the side of her mouth as they raced side by side to the stream.

She knew it was there, but didn't let herself slow down- not a bit. Instead, she too went careening into the water, prancing as the water splashed her vulnerable belly. She squealed as Brokefang's thrashings created waves, then began laughing, and splashing about as well. Her mahogany coat was thick, but the cold autumn water went right through after running about in it.

She jumped with giant leaps about in the water, sending small tidal waves rippling in every direction. The more she moved, the less the water came as a shock to her. She thoroughly enjoyed the water, even this time of year. It was cold, but after running, it was almost inviting. She stood still for a moment, lowering her head to get a drink. It hit her stomach like a kick in the guts, so she paused, and grimaced as she felt reverbrations of cold ripple through her body. When the initial shock was gone, she lowered her head, and drank her fill.

Knowing better than to stay in the water, she jumped out, and shook herself, sending silver droplets in every direction. Turning back to Brokefang, she laughed at the pained expression on his face and called to him.

"Brokefang ye silly oaf! Comeon out before you freeze your paws off!"

He scowled at her And crawled out of the water, finnaly cooling down enough. "Well, at least I got my exorcise out of the way for today." He said sullenly, laying on his back and looking at his bright red belly. He had liked that little jaunt through the forest,the game, and well, to put it simply, he liked her too. And seeing as he was new to this place, he did not know if she was taken or not, he only knew that she was in the wrong pack for him to be her mate. But still, he had enjoyed her company most out of the running and gameplaying and merriment. He layed down normal, satisfyed that his stomache was fine, and lay there, panting and gasping for breath.

( I would of writtin more, but my wrist has been messed with by my cousins, so it hurts incredibally right now.

(OOC: tis ok, no need to be stressin your joints. I myself have bad joint problems, so I know how ya feel. Lol, and I have also fractured/broken limbs b4, so u have my sympathy)

IC: Alkiva chuckled slightly, seeing his bright red belly, and she too, after shaking the droplets of moisture from her coat, flopped down on the ground. She lay there for a moment, panting, a silly expression on her face. Her mouth hung open, and her tongue lolled forth. With a slight groan, she rolled to her stomach, and began to lick her paws dry. Looking down at her normally white ruff, she realized that by laying in the reddish sand after jumping in a stream......well, now she looked totally red. Normally, she would have simply shaken the sand from her fur, but she was wet, and now somewhat muddy.

She stood up, and stretched her limbs- she would be sore tomorrow! She felt a slight soreness already in her right shoulder, on which she had prevously fallen. She rotated her shoulder, trying to limber it up so it would not be too sore. Looking down once more at her muddy coat, she gave a mischevious grin to Brokefang, then headed back to the stream. The only way to get the mud off was with water.

A gasp escaped her throat as she waded in, quite hesitant this time. Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, she quickly flopped in the water, rolled about, then jumped out, shoulders hunched with cold. Walking away from Brokefang, who was beginning to dry, she shook herself, and sat down this time on a nice bed of grass.

He looked at his own pelt. Half was on grass, the other on the earthy red dirt. He didn't really care though, he'll get rid of it later. Right now he was resting from that nice little run and swimming. Well, at least now he didn't have to exorcise. Heck, he had probly done about two days worth of exorcising right there. So, for now, he was just gona stretch out in the sun and maybe take a nap. At least do SOMTHING to get his energy back. Yes, he had definatly liked today. But, night was coming up fast, and he did need to find a place to stay for the night. But, he'll do that later, didn't I just say he was resting?

Alkiva's eyes drooped contentedly as she too felt herself tiring, after the run and 'swim.' Her fur was now close to being dry, so she was no longer cold. The breeze was gentle, but for once, it was almost warm. It ruffled her damp coat, making her hair go a bit wavy, as wet hair will. She laid her head on her paws, took a quick glance over to Brokefang, then let her eyes shut.

She was asleep fast, totally comfortable. She dreamed softly first, seeing only a few faces and familiar scenery. She saw Carbion, his silver eyes. They were back at Wanderer lake, the day thet'd met. She then saw herself, and watched the scene all over again, her heart glowing.

Then, she was at the hunt she, Ray, Carbion and Siel had gone on. She twitched, remembering how the doe had kicked, just releiving her of some fur off her shoulder. Ah, but did it ever taste good. They ate it at the songtelling meeting. She watcheed as Carbion, Wild, Dachte, Vash, and the others sang and told their tales. Then Mika came, telling them of the rebels. She saw Carbion leave with Siel and Ray, as they went to fight. But this time, she went too.

They were there. grinning, their bloodstained teeth stuck out. Bloodthirsty creatures! Then, the group of rebels parted. From amidst them, strode a familiar figure, towering above the others. Pelt as red as blood, head lowered and auds flattened, she saw the face of her father. He opened his mouth, and came at her, but Carbion was there, defending her.

With a twitch, she awoke, and the groggy memories of her dreams faded away. She looked to Brokefang, who lay in a state between sleep and awakefullness. Had he slept while she had? A feeling in her stomach told her of a new emotion. Hunger. She lifted her head and scented the air, then looked back at Brokefang patiently. After he awoke fully, she'd propose a hunt.

Brokefangs half awake half asleep status was hard to maintain. He sat there, struggeling to keep awake for saftey's sake and wanting to fall asleep because he was dead tired. And in the middle of this war of self, the memory came back. Soot and blood once more choked his throat, blood stained his head and mouth, half his own, the other half the humans. His shoulder burned. In his sleep state he looked at it to see a axe buried three inches into his shoulder, blood streaming from it. Dust and ash landed in his eyes, makeing them burn and sting. He heard cries for help, both in the wolven tounge and human. Only one thought raced through his mind. The pups. It was usless to try and rescue them, they had been in the forest with about twenty guardians. Wait, they might have a chance then. Second pirority, Hilana, his wife to be. He charged into the gathering point, and witnessed the slaughter of his intire pack there. Gorli, his warrior in lead. Borme, his border guard. Sath, a wolf he had loved as a sister and had grown up with, take a arrow through the head. And then Hilana. Tears came to his mortal selfs eyes as he witnessed her exocution once more. If only the soot wasn't in his through, he could of called out a warning, told her the man was behind her, told her to dogde the hammer that was ained for her head as she attack another raider. As the fatal blow struck, he awoke with a start, cold sweat drenching his fur, eyes wild and frantic. When he realized where he was, he calmed down.... Some. He noticed he was panting very heavily, and tried to stop himself.

Alkiva watched as Brokefang suddenly erupted from his slumber. He seemed quite rattled...a bad dream? Probably, by the looks of it. The wide eyed stare, heavy panting, tense posture. She arose and walked over to him, hoping to calm him a bit. She sat beside him, and began to talk in soothing words.

"There there, Brokefang, its alright, it was just a dream. It'll fade away, don't worry. There now, just take a few deep breaths. Dreams can't hurt you." She smiled. In her mind, a small, puplike voice said yes, mother. The way she used to when her mother said things like that. The way she would when she and Carbion had pups in the spring.

Then she stood, and began to stretch her limbs. She arched her back, stretching her forelimbs before her, rump in the air, then strode foreward with her forelegs until her body was stretched out, hind legs each taking their turn to stretch. She then shook herself, now quite limbered up. It felt good to be young! She was not looking foreward to having old, creaky bones, so she enjoyed youth while it lasted.

After taking a few steps foreward, she turned, and looked back to Brokefang. "Well, Brokefang, if you're rested enough, would you like to go for a hunt?" There was an unmistakable light in her eyes, as she mentally prepared herself. Wolves usually lose their prey more than gaining it, but perhaps today would be different.

He closed his eyes and did as she bade him. After takeing about seven breaths, he stood up, and nodded his head to her question. Hunting would be good for him. He trotted up beside her, trieing to get the dream out of his mind. He couldn't stand the memory of Hilana geting killed. He sighed, then shoock himself to rid the mud from his black and brown coat. He idin't bother for stretching, the running would do that enough for him.

((My wrist is hurting extra special, sorry for the short post.

(ooc: s'ok....this'll probably be kinda on the short side too, because I haven bad tendonitis in my wrists and it's a yucky day so they're quite sore also.)

IC: When she sensed Brokefang at her sided, she tensed, standing so still, she seemed not to be alive. Only her nares quivvered, as she scented the breeze. One aud flicked, once, twice. Her pupils narrowed, and she lowered her head as she trotted into the undergrowth. Her pace was quite quick, but she remained utterly silent. Her strides were fluid, and so she did not rise and fall with the normal trotting pace of a wolf, nay, she seemed to seep forewards, moving in a straight line like a dart.

Suddenly, she froze, one forepaw dangling useless in the air. Her eyes were wide open, her maw slightly agape as she inhaled sharply. Her nares quivvered once more, auds pricked so they stood completely erect on her head. She looked slightly to the right, and froze.

There they were. A small herd of deer. There must have been around 8 of them, 6 does, two growing fawns. Even on three feet, she held her balance perfectly, her senses honed in on the prey. She scanned each one with a critical eye. She eyed the two fawns first. Young, but enough for two wolves. The 6 does were all of great health, and would have been quite a task to take down. She knew Brokefang would understand this. She looked again at the two fawns. One was slightly larger, but strayed farther fro it's mother. You are bol, young one. Perhaps too bold, she thought. Th smaller one looked quite tense, and remained glued to his mother's side.

She turned her head ever so slightly, so she could look for Brokefang with her periforal vision, eyes still trained on the young buck. She gave a small nod of her head toward it. This one, she motioned. Flattening herself to the ground, she waited to speak with Brokefang, under the cover of the brushes, out of sight and heaing range of the deer.

He crept up beside her. "No, not that one. Just listen and go the the left when I say. Go at a fast pace and block the lead doe from the woods. I'll go to the right of the clearing. The fawn is too small for us." He disapeared once more, not waiting for a awnser. His tounge lolled out as he crept in a circle around the deer, coming to the other side and looking at the bushes where he knew Alkiva was. He switched his gaze to the biggest one of the group, the lead doe, the matriarch. His muscles tensed as he waited for her to get into the sunlight thatr filtered through the crystal clear air. His pelt color camophlaged him perfectly, makeing him look like the dirt on the ground. five, four, three, he looked over at the bushes once more, two, one. On one he darted from the trees like a ghost, comeing apon the doe that was less then seven yards from him. He had planned it right. The deer darted towards the place where he told Alkiva to go, and he hoped she listened. They wouldn't have anything to eat if she didn't. He was on the does butt just in case, herding her towards the right gap in the trees where Alkiva should be, the perfect sneak attack place. In the gap the trees funneled, leading to another clearing. The best place to be would be right in the middle of the funnel, where a wolf could jump out and grab the poor thing by the throat.

Alkiva had no time to protest, and so, kept her mouth shut. She guesed she'd underestimated the hunger of a brute. She should have known, afterall. Carbion himself was quite prone to having multiple servings at a meal! She noddedd after him, but knew he wouldn't have seen her. She held her mahogany bodice low to the ground, maw agape in a silent pant. She strained her eyes as she watched Brokefang skirt around until he was in just the right position.

She tensed- the deer was right there, right near him. She saw him peek through the bushes, then there was silence. Deafening silence, as it was right before a storm. Oh how she loved this! She twitched involuntarily as Brokefang leaped toward the doe, herding her. She had no chance at escaping him- he was hot on her heels, dodging this way and that expertly so she could not go left nor right without his leave.

Silently, she crept foreward, muscles tensing as the deer headed straight for her. She counted slowly in her mind. 3............2..............1.......... Showtime! When the doe was not 10 metres from her, she lept from her cover, and ran toward the doe. Out of sheer surprise, the doe stalled, but Brokefang was there. Alkiva raced toward her, zig zagging back and forth so she would not try and break left or right.

She gave a quick look to Brokefang, then came upon the doe. As she was head on, she hit the doe full in the chest. Her jaws opened and bit where she could, but she knew she'd need Brokefang's help to bring the doe down. She clungto the doe's shoulder, biting into her withers as the doe stumbled under her weight. Through clenche teeth, she yelled to Brokefang.

"The throat, go for it!" She let go of her prey's withers just long enough for her to make a new aim, higher up on the neck. She bit hard, causing the doe to throw her head back in agony- therefore leaving the soft unprotected length of her neck open for Brokefang's fatal jaws.

He lept forward with a hunters grace, grasping the soft skin of the does throat in his powerful jaws, breaking its neck, crushing its windpipe, and killing it instantly. The doe fell limp, and hot blood rushed into his mouth, which he swallowed eagerly. The head floped around usless, and the other deer had took off at the site of both wolves. Well, now thay had a meal worth eating. Might be alittle tough, but he didn't care that much. He hadn't had somthing this large in a while, seeing as he was all by his lonesome for quite somtime. He had mainly dined on rabbits or other small mamailia like that, so this time he passed up the easy kill for somthing he had hungered for for sometime since his slight fasting. He gentally let the upper torso of the deer down onto the ground, and the rest followed. He let go of the deers throat, and waited patiently for her to begin. Atleast he could show manners.

Alkiva blinked her eyes, as blood flowed into her mouth from the nape of the deer's neck. Straining her eyes, she looked down to where the sinewy body of Brokefang slid in front of the deer, then lept up at her throat. She felt the doe begin to stumble, then fall, and she released her grip and jumped off, lest both the doe and her added weight be of any trouble to Brokefang. She stood ready, should Brokefang need her aid, but it was obvious he did not, for his jaws and sharp teeth had struck true, and the doe was dead before she struck the ground.

Her flag waved merrily back and forth, as Brokefang stepped back. "My congratulations and thanks, for aiding in this hunt, sir Brokefang." Her eyes opened slightly as she saw him step back, letting her move foreward. She lowered her head in thanks to him, and began to open the doe's swollen underbelly. Oncee she'd retreived the serving she wanted, she retreated, and let Brokefang have his share.

She lay a small distance away, the meat between her outstretched forepaws. Her salmon tongue was now scarlet, as was her maw after retreiving her share of the meat. As she began to eat, a low rumbling came from her throat. It was a habit of hers to grrowl as she ate- not menancingly, but in pleasure. The vibrato of her growl rumbled forth, but she could not temper her voice. It was instinct, though she'd never heard any of her packmates to so. Her voice held a crooning note, the way a pup's would as it ate. She'd never given up the habit, and had continuedd to growl this way, endearingly, as she ate. She gave Brokefang a shy grin as she paused to lick her maw and forepaws, to assure him it was normal.

He chuckeld to himself as he heard her puppieful growling, and stuck his head into the warm belly of the deer, devouring the contents of the gutteral system then moving on to the meat of the doe. As he took his upper torso out of the deer for air, it revealed that his intire chest, neck, and head where scarlet stained. His tail wagged back and forth as he chewed on a peice of sinew. He looked back over to her. "Sir? I'm no sir, not anymore." He said, pushing back the dream for the seventh time of the day. He was happy to be in this new place, even if he didn't have much.