Jaleia nodded and used body language to signal to attack the sickly deer. It was rather large for a deer, but had no chance against the quick, and witty wolves. Zaphir saw his leaders signal and crawled a little closer to the animal and lunged at the same time as the other wolves. The rest of the herd of deer scattered and ran. It only took a few minutes, and with that the deer was dead.
After their bellies were full Jaleia let out a howl of happiness and family. Zaphir joined in and harmonized with Jaleia.
((Hey wanna make a lone wolf who can be Jaleia's wolf :P))
"If love isn't a game, then why are there so many pla[injection]yers?"
Renn happily howled a long with Dustin and the others. Her stomach was full and she happy at the moment from getting to hunt. As the howl ended she licked her paws clean of blood and got as much blood as she could off her muzzle. She hated that there was allways a spot on her muzzle that she missed because after a while the smell was dread full. She stood up shaking her fur and making it lay down flat against her body. She turned to look at Dustin who was still cleaning the blood from himself.
((Sorry i meant mate, he can be a loner then join the pack))
Zaphir ate well and licked himself clean of blood, he had a very long tongue. He noticed that Renn was having trouble licking a certain spot on her nose, so he walked up to her and got the animal deer for her, then smiled flirtasously.
((Sorry its so short))
"If love isn't a game, then why are there so many pla[injection]yers?"
"Thanks." Renn said rolling her eyes but she couldn't help a smile form on her lips. "I would have gotten it eventually." she added. Dustin started nawing on a bone like he allways did with the fresh kill. He didn't know why he did it he just sort of did.He looked down at the two pieces of the bone that he had just cracked in half with a frown before he moved them to the side and picked up another bone to do the same.
Fell is the all black one off to the side by himself and if you can't tell his eyes are a gloden yellow color and his right eyes has a sliver green in it.
Personality:Fell is the strong silent type. He nods and uses his body language more than he talks but once you get to know him he will talk. He isn't much of the romantic type but he can be sweet and caring. He is protective of his loved ones and will make sure they don't get hurt by anything.
Jaleia lifted her head, about to say something to Zaphir, when she smelled something. Another wolf? In our territory? She decided to hunt it down, and give it a piece of her mind. "Zaphir, do you smell that wolf?" "Oh, yeah, it's a guy, our age, loner." He replied. ((Sorry again for the fail :P))
"If love isn't a game, then why are there so many pla[injection]yers?"
((It's fine I was just keeping the rp from being so far back in the pages XD))
Fell knew that he was in a pack territory. It wasn't a big pack which is why he came. Bigger packs mean more hostile towards loners. He wasn't planing anything devious like attacking but many packs thought that when he came into their space and it never ended well. Fell was a hpeless optimist some times but he had to have one good thing about him right? Well atleast Fell thought that was the only good thing about himself. He continued walking his paws sore beyonde belife but he pushed the thought of pain so far back in his mind that it was almost as if he couldn't feel it at all. His head was held at a respectable hight and same with his tail. His black ears pricked up to tell him if anyone from the pack had dicided to come to him. His golden eyes looking straight forward. He wasn't scared in the least mostly because he had hiden fear way back in his mind just as he did pain. Niether of them did him any good. All he needed was his sence of pride, his humbleness, and his conconce(grrr can't spell).
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