Public/Open .:Wolvden:. RP!

While looking through the boards I saw a surprising lack of RP based around Wolvden and our wolves here, as well as public rp's you don't have to apply for. 

I expected to come into the forums here and just hop into a thread and do a few posts as a wolf from my pack and interact with other users but it doesn't seem like there's one of those around, so this is supposed to fit that niche!

• Setting: Wolvden
• Character: Whichever wolf in your pack you want to play
• Post requirements: a few sentences

Please read the most recent other posts before posting just so you get a sense of what's going on currently! Anyone is welcome to join and leave at any time, just make sure you rp your wolf leaving if you no longer want to participate. 

Be kind to everyone, and have fun!

Nikodema stalked through the forest with bristling fur. He had just been appointed lead hunter of the secondary hunting pack by his Alpha and he was doing a quick stalk around the territory to find some scents that might be promising. He knew he was smart, but he wasn't certain about his skills as a leader. He had been a rather 'lone wolf' so to speak before Septimus found him and won him over with his display of dominance. He wasn't sure what it was that he saw in him, but he wasn't going to complain and certainly was going to take this position of leadership seriously, he wanted the other wolves he was in charge over to respect him. He wanted to be sure he knew what he was doing. 

Nikodema paused for a moment, lifting his snout to sniff the air. A nearby mockingbird took flight off the tree above him and began to head off in another direction. Was that.. wolf smell? He crouched low, hackles bristling as he waited to find out of the other wolf's intentions, readying himself for a fight if it came to it.  

Rhapsody’s fleece bristled in a relentless display of pure instinct, claws flexing from sectoral phalanges as the sire spotted another.

Skull ducked low, between his shoulders, Rhapsody prepared for an oncoming attack. His colorful irises narrowed slightly, awaiting the canid’s move.

Evergreen watched the two wolves as she laid in the tall grass. She glances up at the sky then back at the two wolves.

Nikodema caught sight of the wolf who's scent he'd caught, a fair distance away but they both were locked in an apprehensive state of waiting for the other's first move. He could smell the tension, and... A female? He pushed the distraction to the side, locking his dark eyes with the brown wolf ahead of him. Should he do something? His instincts told him to maintain the defensive, but if he didn't make a move first then they could be locked in this contest forever. Is this the kind of show of dominance he might need to take up if he was to lead a hunting pack? 

Nikodema's lip curled up in a soft snarl and he growled, nothing too aggressive, just a warning for the other not to get too close if he wasn't willing to tear flesh. "State your business here, stranger."

Rhapsody’s gaze hardened, darkened Tympanums twitching as a tense breeze brushed past them.

”Just scoping out the land.”

Rhapsody stated, irises narrowed and plume brushing the leaves below his paws. The atmosphere was so thick, that you could cut it with a knife. He maintained a defensive stance, behemoth stature angled to face the opposing sire confidently.

Evergreen let out a soft sneeze not meaning to. She thought "Oh no...". 

Nikodema's instincts told him to relax, if it was just a scout then he was in no trouble since the two of them were... technically doing the same thing. But it wasn't long before his mind wandered to the intentions of the wolf before him, scoping for what? Territory? They weren't too far from where his pack made their home, but currently beyond the territory boarder... Should he defend--

A soft sneeze caught his attention and he broke eye contact with the other wolf, pricking his ears toward the source of the noise and catching the glimpse of the female he had smelled earlier. He turned his attention back to the wolf opposing him quickly. "Is she part of your pack?"

Evergreen buried her head into the grass. Scared. Her wet nose peered from under the grass to sniffing the air and the scent of both the male wolves.

The sire had originally bitten back a sharp comment, but his attention was drawn away by a soft sneeze to one side of him. He huffed out a muttered statement, mostly to himself, but opted to return his gaze to the sire, standing statuesque, before him.

”No, I have no idea who she is.”

Rhapsody suddenly became wary of the gathering company, Tympanums flattened to his skull for a brief moment.