Markwa Pack : Life, Death and Conquest

Pack Law:

1. Breeding outside the alpha pair is generally forbidden.  Resources must be closely monitored for both adults and young.  Unanticipated arrivals put the entire pack at risk.
2. No one hunts alone.
3. Rogue wolves are to be treated with caution until proven within the pack.
4. Fights for rank will remain at first blood only.  Damage to members of the pack puts the entire pack in danger.

Pack Lore

Be warned that the lore and interactions between the pack members is likely to be heavily ‘rp’ oriented.. In which I flip between the characters to write them to the best of themselves.  The “RP” heavy will start after this first post.

She had left her pack to find one of her own, and he had been removed once he’d come of age.  Simply put, there were too many males and none had wanted to leave.. So he was the next choice.  She had left to find her own future, and he had been forced into his.  Together, the pair made the other half of each other.  Yin to the others Yang.  Their story begins with the opening of the valley that creates their new home.

“Michowen, look.”  His voice was deep, coming from within the thick, barrel chest of the blood pelted beast.  Eyes of molten fire surveyed the land stretching before them with keen interest.  On his side he felt the brush of silken fur against his own coarse strands and rumbled a low greeting to his expectant mate.  

The pair had intended to wait for suitable denning and to ensure that they would have enough to eat and to feed their young, but it seemed that the gods had other plans, and the pair had joined to create life.  Still in the early stages, Michowen felt the need to find a home.. A permanent home searing straight into her soul.

“It’s gorgeous.”  Where her mates was deep and sounded rough like he had been chewing on rocks for breakfast, hers was a faint whisper, soft like the chimes of glass in the wind.  Ears tipped forwards as she nipped the thick fur around her mates collar.  “We can hope there will be enough prey and a comfortable den.”  The laugh that trickled up her throat led the female to bounce ahead of her larger mate and rush down the hill.

His strides were easily long enough to keep up with her, and the carmine beast trailed after the streak of gray that was his dainty mate.  A grin twisted upon his lips, the heat of desire and the pride in knowing that she belonged only to him was enough to have the beast racing after her.  It took little time for the pair to find what they were looking for - a standing of trees at the edge of the forest.

“It will work.”  His gruff personality had her snorting at him and shoving him hard with her shoulder.   Michowen tilted her nose up, ears flattened to her skull as she trotted towards the space that she had found.

“Shows what you know!  It will be perfect for what we need.”  She stood before the den, noting that it was hidden well enough beneath the hill.  Some sort of an old burrow she supposed from something else.. Bear maybe?  Not that it mattered, whomever had made the den in the first place was long gone, and their pack would now claim it as their own.  “There’s water that way… and plenty of space to hunt.. And play. It’s… a little more open than I would like but I suppose we could always use this as the whelping den and find another for while the pups are growing.”

Hearing the concern in her voice, he trotted closer and pressed his muzzle into her ruff, nipping and chewing at that itchy spot he knew she always had behind her left ear.  The groan of pleasure made an answering rumbling chuckle lift from his chest.  “It will do.  We will make sure our pups are well cared for and will become fat and sassy.. Just like their mother.”

She jerked away at being called fat and pulled her lips back in a snarl, baring the pearl fangs he so adored at him.  “I am NOT fat!”  

“Oh.. well maybe not now.. But you will be.”  He yelped when those fangs closed upon his flank in a sharp warning bite and danced away from the irate female beside him.  Her hackles were up, and tail just as high over her back.. A proud testament to her standing in their pack.  Slowly, he crept closer, flattening his ears to his skull in an effort to appease his female.  She only ignored him, trotting further into the tree line, tail curled proudly over her back.