((Twintkitty: Wolvesbane is like Starclan, a God of sorts to the foxes. They had once worshiped him and he'd granted a few loyal (the arctic foxes) foxes powers. 

Feyth: The intro was fine, better then mine at least.))

Luoke lifted his long, thin muzzle to the wind, sniffing for any sort of hint to where their query would be located. "This would be so much easier if those blasted foxes had stayed close to their home land." He grumbled, looking around for his own traveling companions. Rolling his gold eyes in slight annoyance at once more being alone, the large arctic fox slunk back through the shadows the way he had come, having seen hints that a fox lived in the area and not wanting his white pelt to draw any attention. "A bit of a hint would be very helpful Wolvesbane." He whispered to the sky, eyes sparkling at the strange power that had been bestowed on him seasons ago prickled at his paws. Of course the huge black entity he worshiped made no response. He did not expect it. 

The scent of yet another of his own kind made him pause in mid step, large paw uplifted still. "Finally." He mused, a small grin of triumph rising the hair on his neck. Finding one meant more paws to help search for the others. That is if he could get this new one to believe him. His grin stayed in place as he trotted out of the shadows, not wanting to seem like some sort of stalker, and stopped a few tail lengths from the tiny female grooming her fur. "Greetings sister." He barked, using the term his own pack mates called each other. 'Brother or sister.'

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Paws trembling as the cold snow bit deep into his paws, Alcarié mentally snarled at himself for being curious about the white, thick water that covered the mountains above the forest. He had never expected it to be so cold and cruel on his thin fur, and have so little food. His normally muscular body and glossy fur was ragged and bedraggled and he wondered where the former leader of the pack of foxes who followed Wolvesbane had gone. Growling still, the scent of blood, a lot of it, reached his delicate nose and his mouth watered at the wonder of it. But where there was meat, there would be others fighting for it. He did not care, his stomach was yowling to loudly to ignore. 

Trotting through the snow, fur fluffed up to try and keep warm Alcarié finally made it to where a carc*censored* had once been, and the underlying scent of another fox made him bristle. Following the appetizing scent, he found the ground had been dug up and replaced and he knew the food was under the snow. More digging. He thought in annoyance, but got to it anyway. Not having the rough pads of the arctic foxes, his paws were soon bleeding, truing the norm,ally white ground red. He did not mind, Finally the meat showed and he dug into it with relish, but kept one ears pricked for any sign of the other.