[[Hmm. I think I might wait for one last person to join. 3': Even though I really want to start this..]]

[[Everyone may post their intros. I will post mine tomorrow. I've been gone all day and all I want to do is sleep. ._.' Just got home now.]]

Bhreac lay sleeping in her den. She had it all to herself, and it was all covered in moss that she and some other wolves had fetched for her a few days before. She rolled over in her sleep, kicking her paws in the air violently. She let out a whimper before opening her eyes. It was all a dream. But it seemed real. That day, almost seemed like it was yesterday...
When the two packs weren't at war. When her father was alpha, he managed to launch an attack on Vermont pack. She was a pup then, and she clearly remembered how her father came into the den where Rei stayed in. That year, her father wanted the pack to be rather large, so he gave permission for many females to mate. At that time, there had always been an empty den, and that was now occupied by Rei, and the other females that were expecting pups or nursing them. Her father came in and licked Rei's cheek, before snuggling my underbelly with his nose. A wolf entered the den, an old wolf named Yagg, who was always arrogant and bossy. He growled something inaudible to young Breach, then her father ran out of the den. She heard the thundering of paws as almost all that pack was heading to battle. Breach, of course, had to stay behind. She also remembered the fact that the two strongest fighters were to stay behind. The two wolves paced and growled angrily, for they had tranined and practiced to go into this battle, but now were on guard duty. Then, a loud howl sounded from the mountain that was west of Baltic Pack. It was rich with prey, and wolves from Baltic Pack had to prove themselves by killing two large pieced of prey and surviving a night at the peak of the mountain. Then. the two wolves went silent. I was nudged back into the den, and pushed into the corner with other pups and her littermates. But that was not what happened when it did. She was out in the clearing, playing. Then, a pack of fifteen wolves from Vermont Pack had invaded the clearing. She remembered the snarling, the howls and the gruesome bloodshed. It was too much still for Breach to take in. She remembered being hidden in mud and moss in the den, while the she wolves went to fight a battle they had no chance of winning. Her father had arrived with five wolves when the battle was almost over. He had been brave, and launched himself at the largest wolf's neck. He was then pinned by three other wolves. She only knew this, because she was found, for she had a strong scent from only being born a couple months ago. She had been forced to watch her father be bitted and clawed repeatedly, and Breach herself was to lay by his side and watch him die. Every wolf had died, except for the leader of Vermont Pack, and a few wolves from Baltic Pack, including herself. But Baltic Pack had gotten the very large portion of territory that her father had tried to hard to obtain.
She covered her paws over her ears, the dream still taking place in her head. She whimpered and whined, for she never got over the depressing event in her life. She had put it behind her, and tried to hide the fact that she never got over her father's death, but it was hard. She had always hated Vermont Pack ever since, because she knew they were the ones responsible for the deaths. But they weren't at the same time. The Alpha who had been the sole survivor died of old age. The other wolves weren't old enough to have been alive when it happened. She stood up finally, and shook herself off. She sighed, and then began to clean herself.

Sek was in the process of dragging a large doe home. He hadn't killed it, but it probably had died of old age. It would be a bit dry and stringy, but his pack needed food. The doe didn't actually look old, it looked like it had only had one fawn in it's lifetime, which was odd, because deer in this region had four or five in their lifetimes. But that depends if they were killed by bears or wolves. He stopped and tore a piece off of the deer. He ate it, but it tasted odd. Maybe because he was hungry and paranoid, but it didn't seem right. He shook his head, and continued to drag the doe back to camp.

[[Fail on Sek. xD]]

Sek stood rigid, letting a low growl escape from his throat. "I'm not feeding your pack." he growled. He felt a bit stupid, letting wolves sneak up on him this easy. "I didn't kill it either. I found it, lying dead on the ground." Sek began to grow nervous, no he probably had no choice but to travel with Osera and Kalquois to Bhreac. Ah, how he feared that she-wolf with no sympathy, and the one that was trying to rule both packs.
"And now, if you you excuse me, I should be heading back to Alara."

[[Just to make things less complicated, Sek accidently went a few tail lengths over the border. x3]]

Stupid, stupid, stupid... Sek thought. His hunger had gotten to him and he had crossed the border to get that single deer. He had hoped noone had seen him, for he was humiliated already from looking like a coward. He sniffed the air. He tasted the sweet scent that Vermont wolves had. It wasn't himself, but one of his denmates. He did a quick look-around, but didn't see any wolves. He sighed, then began to drag the deer back over the border of Vermont Pack.

Bhreac exited the den and walked out onto the flat chunk of rock right outside her den. It was fairly high, and you had to either climb or jump to get up and into her den. She raised her head, and opened her mouth to taste the air. The stale taste of packmembers, a herd of elk, and a sweet scent. Trespasser! She would reconize the scent anywhere, the sweet smelling wolves that lived in a pack she hated. Vermont Pack. They had wonderful meadows which would often lure the prey off of her territory. She wouldn't get there in time, or she might-depending on whether a wolf from her pack had spotted the wolf and confronted it. Then, she might be able to take matters in her own paws if she got there. With one swift jump, she lept off of the large slab of rock. She shook the last of moss and pine needles from her fur, and headed towards the scent of the trespasser.

Bhreac stopped dead at a tiny pool of blood. She sniffed the blood, then reeled back with disgust. The scent was from a deer, and a wolf. She noticed that the dirt had been stirred, and a number of pawprints were around it. She sniffed the air. It was fresh. The deer couldn't be that far away. She also tasted a different wolf. She whipped her head around. A bush trembled, and the trees rustled. She walked over to the bush and sniffed it. The scent was strong. She let out a snort before running off to follow the deer scent.

[[Awweh, that sucks. I hate when IE refreshes and I lose my entire post. D:]]

[[Bump. Have to go and buy a goldfish for my sister. ;u]]

[[Bump? D:]]