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Cain
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Founding the Pack
« Thread Started on Dec 16, 2005, 1:19pm »

The sun was up, but its light and warmth were thin and meager. Typical for fall, but hindered even further by the thick fog that lingered around the swamplands. Islands of soggy earth peeked up from the brown waters of the swamp, lined with reeds and short grasses. Cain stepped through the muddy liquid, up to his broad chest in water. He had crossed the river up north and passed through the dense forest to get here. The river water was far cleaner than this bog, but it suited Cain just fine. He was an average-sized brute, perhaps a little on the large side. His usually silvery coat was tainted with mud and dirty water, and his white limbs now appeared light brown. No matter, he could get in a good grooming later. But for now there was business to attend to.

He crossed the water until he came to a large spit of land near the mountains’ base, and lifting his large forepaws up he pulled himself out of the water. His weight pressed down on the spongy earth, and he brushed past some reeds and paused to shake out his pelt. Amber eyes scanned the area. He had reached his destination—a deep cave in the mountainside which he had spied through the mists across the swamp. Large paws carried him forward about ten paces to the entrance of the cave, and he lowered his head, cautiously peering inside. It was dry and warm, and certainly big enough for a pack to reside in. Cain’s nostrils flared as he took in the scent. It was a little hard to catch any smell other than the thick, musty smell of the swamp. But after a moment, the brute was sure that no beast inhabited this cave.

Cain grinned to himself as he padded inside, nose lowering to examine every nook and cranny of the place. For the past few days he had been exploring the swampland, and had recently decided it was a suitable place to settle down in and form a pack. It’s what he had wanted since his youth: to do things his own way, to be his own leading force. This was the place, he decided, where he would set this vision into motion. Let the games begin.

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Re: Founding the Pack
« Reply #1 on Dec 25, 2005, 8:40pm »

Queer, pale eyes surveyed the still swamp as Tehla stalked warily on wards. Her step was confident and unfaltering, dark paws following a thread of firm land that was nigh on indistinguishable from the surrounding bog. The wolfess had come to know the swamp intimately, in her year living here. Through trial and error she'd found the paths that eliminated the need to slog through murky water and clinging mud. A wolfish grin crossed her muzzle to think of how far she'd come since those early days on her own. Now she had a den, small as it was, and Shadecreep Swamp was home. Tehla allowed her thoughts to drift back, but she was careful not to dwell on the "Time Before the Fight".

Mentally shaking herself free of anything remotely resembling self-pity, she turned herself to the task at hand. Well, not a task, exactly, more like an investigation to satisfy nagging curiosity. The night before, as she was starting to hunt, the scent of an unfamiliar wolf had caught her attention. Then, she'd been to hungry to care overmuch but after a good meal and a nap, curiosity won out and she had set off to see what another wolf was doing in "her" humble corner of swamp. 'sides, she rationalized her actions, it's important that I know what's going on. It could be a vicious, rabid wolf out to kill everyone or... something... Not that she really believed anything of the sort, whatever the other's business here, it wouldn't affect her.

The scent trail had led her on a merry chase, for it soon became apparent that the brute had been in the swamp for a while, and Tehla was surprised she had been so self-absorbed that she had only realized it last night. Not that scent was the most reliable thing in the swamp, what with the overlaying smell of decay, but that was no excuse since she was so used to it. She slipped through a patch of reeds, going carefully since she was sure the other wolf was near. Her small form barely ruffled the stalks, but a passage through such foliage was never completely disguised. The ground was solid, here at the base of the mountains. Yellow tinted eyes caught on the dark maw of a cave. There, her instincts whispered. Tehla hesitated momentarily before going forward, advancing steadily toward the dim interior of the cavern.

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