Griffin's Story

L i f e S i m m e r
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"Just call me Sim."

Amber eyes blinked beneath the shrubs where a she-wolf had nestled in. The mottled pelt shifted behind her shade and the wolf let out a long, shivering yawn. The she-wolf stretched her legs and dug into the ground with her nimble paws. Lifesimmer wanted to sleep more than anything, but she knew of the work she had to do. She nosed the leaves out of her vision as she slowly crept from her sleeping place. The shrub occupied the corner of a clearing which the pack claimed as the heart of their territory. The camp now had wolves seeping in from the entrance. The she-wolf pushed herself onto all fours and watched them with weary eyes. Giving her pelt a shake, she wondered if she had slept in. Assuming that the Beta was back with a mouthful of companions in her ranking, she had. The morning patrol took their places and started to socialize as Asher trotted over to the Alpha. It was the Beta's duty to report in to the Alpha, even if there was nothing that took place in the premises.

Her amber hues studied the grounds, and her sights caught young Thorn resting by her lonesome. The she-wolf decided to gather up the courage to approach the fighter, padding over with her ears pricked. Lifesimmer stopped a tail length away and let out a muffled woof to get her attention. "Pardon," She breathes light and quick. "Have I missed the morning patrol?" What an obvious question she spurted out! The absurdity of her question made her nervous. The little stub, where her tail should be, stiffened. She wasn't used to talking to many of her peers, mainly because she was branded as an outcast because of her father. For some odd reason, the Alpha decided that Lifesimmer would be great use to her pack and took her in. Still, not every wolf agreed with her decision. She was pleasantly surprised when she was ranked as a scout instead of a lowly omega. Lifesimmer was determined to prove to them all that she was worthy to be here. So far, first impressions weren't exactly her department. The she-wolf listened attentively as Thorn prepared to speak, shivering with anticipation. If she had indeed missed morning patrol, she would take it as her duty to monitor the area anyway. Who knows what could be lurking out there with fewer wolves on the scene. The only wolf she could trust to be with her on this mission was Lichen, the sentry. Unless someone else wanted to come with them. She doubted it though, the majority of the pack recently came back from the forest and were probably hesitant of going back out there.

(Let me know if I must edit. Since it's my first post, I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)

Griffin shook out his pelt and came back into the view of the campsite. He was a large male with a thick black pelt and amber eyes. He was probably slightly older than most of the wolves, 6 years old. He pressed himself down under a tree then looked around while licking his leg. His joints hurt again as usual, he wasn't what one would say is old but he was defiantly not young anymore and his body clearly knew it. Join pains were common for him now.

He looked around to determine what every member of the pack was doing then he set his eyes on LifeSimmer and the alpha, Ghost. For a moment he wondered what was up, maybe he had missed some-thing as well. For a moment he pondered but then his mind rested, there wasn't anything he really had to be doing which he could had missed out on. He relaxed again, removing his gaze and allowing his head to drop to the ground and his eyes close.

His peace didn't last long, it never did. The sound of rustling near him distracted him and made him open his browny orange eyes. It was just a bird, a small blackbird looking for insects in the snow. The forest was so alive, so active where as he wasn't He yawned, his yawn was some-what funny, sounding similar to the sound a cat would make when meowing, before he dropped his head back down and shit his eyes once again.

The Alpha female turned her head and smiled at Asher, her fluffed tail neatly beside her and her head held high as she sat. "I miss all of you when you leave." she noted truthfully, he pale red eyes sparkled. "I worry too much, but I guess I should have known this role in life would come with a price. There are some advantages to it I suppose."
The white wolf stood, holding her gaze on the male Beta, searching for the question she was originally going to ask him, but had forgotten. "Ah," she remembered, "was anything sighted during your patrol at all?"



OOC: I made an itty bitty post ha ha.

Ghost could tell Asher had slightly been stung by her lack of interest, but she reminded herself it had been that way for a long time, she could also tell that he had been slowly giving up on her. Although it ached her heart, she knew it was better this way. Besides, he was still someone she could trust and rely on, and an important asset to the pack. It's not that I don't want to have a mate to rule beside me, but I must put the whole pack first before anything. Their sake and wellbeing is my responsibility. She sighed, watching her pack through wary eyes. A light breeze made the snowy hair along her spine stand slightly and she lifted herself, showing dominance, as she embraced the thin wind. Her head and tail held high, she walked through their home, greeting everyone with a smile. She would have to call everyone together eventually to discuss the seasons changes, especially with winter just a few moons away. During the brittle season of winter, the small prey would tuck themselves warmly into their burrows, and the much larger prey would travel outside of the forest, beyond the mountains. She had been thinking that soon it would be time to face some changes to accommodate with this time of year, especially since last winter season nearly half the pack had been wiped out.
Looking up at the sky, she saw the sun was pale and a cloud had crossed over it, signaling the beginning of Autumn. The air will be colder, and the leaves will start to fall, telling the prey to start heading away. We must discuss soon... I will call a gathering before next moon. She had been thinking of ideas that they could use to survive the harsh times, but had only come up with one, and it was too soon to be worrying the pack with such drastic measures just yet.

Lichen cursed at himself as the she-wolf darted. The very last thing that he wanted to happen. Her long legs aided her as she disappeared into the forest. He knew better than to slump his head and drag himself home, so he bounded after her. He realized that the howl not only got rid of her but also stirred up a strong fear scent for him to follow. This gave him a sense of relief that she wasn't lost from him forever, just temporarily. Eventually, the she wolf would get tired and find a place to rest. At this very thought, Lichen paced himself. However, he kept up the fast stride.

Something pricked him with a odd feeling as he ran. He had passed many familiar shrubs, trees, and marks as he followed her fear scent. Only as his reddish-brown eyes laid upon the entrance to his camp had he realized that she was running in the right direction in the first place. He didn't even need to run. He squeezed into the small entrance, his large paws digging into the dirt to hull his huge body in. He was greeted with the Alpha's ringing howl.

At first, he was disoriented, however he recollected himself. He glanced around the clearing with pricked up, alert ears and his long tail stiff. Salix trotted up to him but Lichen didn't pay him any attention. "Hey, What's the matter?" He barked, his fluffy tail swishing behind him. Lichen let out a faint whine. "I'll tell you later." Salix lowered his tail and he sniffed Lichen. "You smell different. I can't tell why..." Before the ginger wolf could respond, Asher and three other wolves trotted into camp. Lichen's eyes rested on the wolf in the middle of LifeSimmer and Thorn. There was a new she-wolf, her unfamiliar scent tinted with soot. The Alpha merely glanced at the new wolf as Asher took a moment to hobble over to her and explain what was going on. Her news was obviously the first burden she wanted to rid herself of.

The grave news sunk in after she closed her mouth. There was enough silence to hear the uneasy wolves whisper briskly to their neighbors. Salix nosed Lichen, worry flowing off his small body. Lichen nodded. This was indeed something he didn't want to hear. Especially since he was already stressed with finding his fugitive.


OOC: (Let me know if I must edit. I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)