The Quickfooted
The ground is bare except for trees that dot the lands, trees that break up the sunlight over head, trees that cast the cold, silvering light of the sun over the ground.
Moss sticks to every surface and is soft to the touch, a comforting thing to walk over as you traverse the area.
All is quiet except the occasional croaking of a stray crow overhead leading you deeper into the forest. Deeper into the misty depths. Deeper into The Quickfooted's territory.
A large stump is the first sign of the wolves, a place for them to take refuge and hide their pups.
Before you know if, a golden and brown wolf, Snap, is upon you, looking you slowly up. And down.
She doesn't seem hostile immediately. She is not the one to be allowed to choose to attack you, but her mere presence is enough to frighten the weary off, yet you do not run and she seems to take specific note of that.
A sharp snapping of jaws together draws your attention behind this wolf, where standing tall on a stone, lies a beautiful brown and black coated male, Racket.
His gaze is warm, much more inviting that what Snap's has to offer, yet it is clear his kindness will not be tolerated for weakness.
A few other wolves emerge as your entrance is noted, even a few pups peer out from the stump, curiosity and caution lighting up their gazes.
"Speak your purpose," booms the voice of Racket, a warning snarl hinting in his tone.
(RP open in private messages currently!!)
Moss sticks to every surface and is soft to the touch, a comforting thing to walk over as you traverse the area.
All is quiet except the occasional croaking of a stray crow overhead leading you deeper into the forest. Deeper into the misty depths. Deeper into The Quickfooted's territory.
A large stump is the first sign of the wolves, a place for them to take refuge and hide their pups.
Before you know if, a golden and brown wolf, Snap, is upon you, looking you slowly up. And down.
She doesn't seem hostile immediately. She is not the one to be allowed to choose to attack you, but her mere presence is enough to frighten the weary off, yet you do not run and she seems to take specific note of that.
A sharp snapping of jaws together draws your attention behind this wolf, where standing tall on a stone, lies a beautiful brown and black coated male, Racket.
His gaze is warm, much more inviting that what Snap's has to offer, yet it is clear his kindness will not be tolerated for weakness.
A few other wolves emerge as your entrance is noted, even a few pups peer out from the stump, curiosity and caution lighting up their gazes.
"Speak your purpose," booms the voice of Racket, a warning snarl hinting in his tone.
(RP open in private messages currently!!)
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