This is a 1x1 for Fuz and me!

Name: Garrett Lupa
Age: 24
Appearance: Garrett is a very large man, standing 6'4", with a broad, warrior's build. He wears his deep brown hair very short and has vibrant green eyes. On his left shoulder, he has a tattoo that says "ARMY" in black block letters. As a wolf, he is equally as large, as his position as Alpha in training deserves. His luxuriant fur is rich chocolate brown with espresso points on his ears, tail and feet. He retains his emerald eyes.
Background: Will learn as rp progresses.


Name: Amelia Caine
Age: 35 (making her older since she is not a main character)
Appearance: Amelia is a tiny woman, with a jolly round figure and short curly black hair, which is salted with white. Her eyes are a soft sky blue. As a wolf, Amelia is petite and graceful. Her fur is pitch black, except for her chest, nose, and tail tip, which are snowy white.

  Garrett sprawled out on the cushioned ground, sighing. "Really, father? Now? Why?" Leaning forward, he rested his head in his hands as a small woman with curly black hair bustled into the room carrying a plate of food.
  "What has the the old coot done now, honey?" she asked as she set the plate down in front of him and moved back into the kitchen, returning with a tall glass of cold milk. Garrett smiled as he lifted the plate, his mouth watering at the aromas of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and English peas.
   "Thank Lupe you are Southern, Amelia," he said as he began to dig in. After a moment, he spoke through a mouthful. "He's terrified he won't be getting grandchildren, so he's sending me on a "Mate Quest". He expects me to go out, find a dratted girl, kidnap her, mate with her and make her like it! What is he thinking? I don't have time for this! I am up before the promotion board next week! I can't worry about some girl I don't even know when I'm trying to become Staff Sergent! Arg! What am I going to do, Amelia?" The older woman laughed as she drifted through the room, straightening and dusting.
  "Well, you're going to have to do both, I reckon," she said, stopping for a moment and turning to him. With a sigh, she continued. "You go get the girl and bring her home. I'll help watch over her." Turning away, she picked up his rucksack and began filling it while he finished his food. When he was done, Garrett stood and went to her, kissing her on top of her head. "I hear that the Silverclaw pack has several females about your age. Try there," Amelia said, hugging the young man.
   "Thank you, Amelia," he said fondly. "You are the best. I'll see you in a couple days!" With another kiss to the top of the Pack Mother's head, he shrugged into his pack and left at a run, phasing as he went. Amelia stood at the door and watched him go then turned to take his plate into the kitchen, shaking her head.
   "Time the old coot and I had words," she muttered under her breath.

OOC: I am imagining them in a kind of conclave, almost like a military post, where everyone around them is a werewolf. Kind of like a mini city.

((It's ok. Do you want to wait for a little bit before we get well and truly started?))

((Haha, come on and give me a little more to work with then, lol. If he's watching your character, it's going to be pretty boring.))

  Silverclaw's enclave was located not far from his own pack's. At least, it wasn't as the wolf ran. He sank into a powerful, ground eating lope, submerging himself in the joy of his wolf. His powerful build pushed him through the wood easily and he rejoiced in the blessing of being born as the next Alpha of Nighthowl.
  Garrett slowed as he reached Silverclaw's perimiter, hiding himself in the woods near a stream that surrounded the enclave on three sides. There was a little bridge crossing the stream near where he chose to hide, and a path that meandered through the forest until it emptied like a river into a sunny rolling meadow. There was a greenhouse in the center, and the grounds were full of bright flowers and herbs. Garrett deduced that the meadow must be the midwife's herb garden. With a smirk, he settled in to wait. SOMEONE was bound to come along soon.

  Garrett watched as The Girl bent over. She seemed distressed, and he hated that he had to do this. Maybe Father will let me bring her back... Garrett thought as he prepared to make his move. He phased back, his specially treated clothes phasing with him. Stealthily, he moved towards her from behind, thanking Lupe that she had stopped only just outside of the treeline. Taking a deep breath, he pounced, his hand going over her mouth before she had the chance to scream and his strong arm stretching around her tiny waist. He pulled her back out of sight before he leaned down to whisper to her, his deep voice right in her ear. "Please don't struggle. I don't want this to be any harder for you than it has to be." He had reached his rucksack by this point and nudged a handkerchief out with his foot before swooping it up and quickly binding her mouth. He gathered his pack and slung it over his back, still holding her captive with one muscular arm. He moved them farther into the forest and soon was beyond earshot of the enclave. Once he felt comfortable enough, he stopped, taking the time to gently bind the girl's arms before removing the gag. "My name is Garrett," he said, stepping back and watching her warily. "What is yours?"

  Garrett coughed and stepped back, thankful for his combatives training. She wouldn't escape, and he was glad she could phase. "Jazz is a beautiful name," he said, circling her. She was going to make a run for it. She wouldn't escape, but he really didn't want to have to use his Alpha voice. "Now, come along quietly, will you? It's getting cold."

  "Arg!" he grunted, once again thanking Lupe for basic training and wishing he thought he had thought to invest in a cup. Garrett strecched his hand out to her, offering to help her up. "Please don't kick me again. I don't want to hurt you. Now, come on. We have a long walk ahead." He was still watching, waiting for her to take her chance.

  Garrett sighed, retracting his hand. "You won't kill me. And I don't want to physically take you where I need you to go. Look, I don't want to do this. Now, come on!" With a resigned sigh, he lunged forward, quickly using his superior strength and reach to incapacitate her. Bending her neck, he sank his teeth into the skin delicately, the sign of an Alpha. It should encourage at least enough compliance to get her home. "Now can we go?"

  With an angry growl, Garrett gave up on being nice and moved out, flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The trip was long and annoying, thanks to the girl on his back, and he was thankful when his home came into view. Amelia scurried up to him, fluttering helplessly as he walked through the house and stopped in front of his bedroom door. At a geasture from him, Amelia opened the door and he walked in, flinging Jazz onto the nest of pillows and blankets that served as his bed, and went back out, locking the door behind him. "I'll stay with Dad tonight," he said, harshly, before storming out with a final warning. "Do NOT let that obstinate girl out!"
  Amelia stared after her young Alpha for a few moments before rushing back up the stairs and to his bedroom door. She knocked tenatively. "Miss? Miss, are you ok? My name is Amelia. I'm the Pack Mother here. Can I get you some food?"