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Name: Dart

Age: 3

Gender: Female

Appearence: Very slight of foot and nimble in frame, Dart isn't a very large wolf and isn't particularly strong. Her entire body is built in for speed, with the strong hinds and narrow shoulders and ribs. With regards to her colouring, Dart has a cream-colored base with red accents on her paws and face and gray strands across her entire back and neck.

Personality: Being the only offspring of her parents, Dart had as much leisure and freedom to do as she liked, without needing to gain the maturity of a future alpha. When she met her first partner - who for her, was truly the love of her life - she was energetic, playful and teasing.

However, the events that progressed in that same year gave her reason to completely flip around in the polar opposite direction. Forced to gain maturity, become responsible, get over the deaths of friends and family and face a lot of regret. As of now, Dart is unbelievably timid and submissive, bending over backwards in order to ensure the survival of herself and her offspring.

Backstory: _All in short_ Sole offspring of former alphas - as a major pack, the rivalry between her pack and their rivals reached an all-time high due to disputes with regards to dilution of the family line - after a major battle, the packs were united in a clumsy manner but ended up forced out of their homes. In that, a majority also ended up ill, including her father and her partner. After the death of both, and with her unprepared to take the throne, everyone dissolved off.

Name: Fleet

Age: 3 weeks

Gender: Female

Appearence: Very much taking after her maternal side of the family, Fleet shows great promise in growing into a she-wolf with long legs and overall light frame. Out of her siblings, she is the more timid one, and is usually the pushover because of her smaller size. Her coat is reminiscent of her grandmother, with the pale grey coat touched with black points and silver strands. Her eyes are narrowed and of a pale yellow colour, which is well-embedded in eyes that seem to be lined with thick black lines that come down like teardrops to her muzzle. Though perhaps not very confident, she is intelligent for her age and is wary of strangers.

Name: Rocket

Age: 3 weeks.

Gender: Male

Name: Daring

Age: 3 weeks.

Gender: Female

Appearence: Somewhat of a frame that is somewhere between her brother and her sister. She is on the slimmer end and holds a lot of her mother's appearance, but with a haughty arrogance and pride. Like her name, she has no fear and happily plunges into every dangerous situation, regardless of consequence. As the oldest, she has the most potential to reform, but it seems unlikely as being bound by rules is truly not for her.

Nickname: Rai(rai) (but only Moondancer calls him that and he hates it because first and foremost he has a name and secondly that's his brother's name)

Personality: Rain is very bitter and mean when he wants something he takes it by force. that's how he's always been taught. if he starts to get to know some wolf and finally let's his guard down he is nice but still going to try to push that wolf away because he is afraid he's going to hurt them or if he cares too much about that wolf that that wolf is going to hurt him. but once he realizes how much he cares about that other wolf he will do anything to stay with them he

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Taking advantage of the cover that the early morning had provided her, with the immensely heavy fog and the shadows of the great oaks that made up this part of the forest, the cream she-wolf began to transport the young pups. Her method was one that consumed time, and to a degree, fraught with danger, but there was no other way, what with them being too young.

The she-wolf herself was clearly young, and inexperienced. Her frame, slim as it naturally had been, now showed traces of her ribs underneath the fur that clung on with desperate arms. Her eyes were tired and worn out but there was still a sense of energy about her in the way she carried herself.

From the small hollow beneath the tree where she had made home, she would scoop one of her offspring up in her jaws, and take them across the cavern, the river and into the foreign territory, where she would drop them into a ditch and bury them under debris.

This process, she repeated thrice, the final time being the plump and heavier son who had slept the entire way, undisturbed by the changing scents and scenery. Unfortunately, his heavy weight had taken a toll on her jaw, which was now sore and achy from its overuse. The hunting would have to be delayed until later, when she gathered her energy back. She placed him amongst his siblings, who mewled in content. Relieved that nothing had gone out of what she'd hoped for, she settled down beside them and nudged them closer to herself. They were exposed, yet she was certain that would suffice for a few days, so long as she did not stray too far from them.

The entire ordeal had been exhausting for her, from the beginning of the war to now. She'd felt her stress levels shooting around with every anxious moment and terrifying ordeal, and she wished her mother could have at least been with her.

The sudden crashing of foliage nearby sent her ears flat, pinned tightly against her head. Teeth bared, she leapt out of the hollow, unsure what she was expecting to see. Her presence would likely be unwelcomed so it would be best for her avoid being seen. Coming in downwind, the scent of iron-rich blood and deer made her mind spin in circles, but it told her what she needed to know. And that was to go back and hide. Hope that this other stranger would not find her.

The pale coat of hers had already slid its way through the dense undergrowth when the other had growled and barked in every way that repulsed every fibre of her being. The aggression in his voice was in great part indicative of a self-centred being, and his preposterous suggestion was something she had heard many times over during the war. Not that many had held themselves back up to their word in the final stages of the invasion. Had she have been on her own, without her offspring holding her back in every aspect of the bargaining, the situation would have perhaps been very different.

But as it turns out, time can’t reverse, nor would she have ever chosen the option, if she were given it. Double checking that she could not sense the milky scent of her pups, there was a great deal of relief. If she as a former lead scout could not find them by trail, then that lump wouldn’t either. Lips pulled back in a snarl, she rose to her full height, which in admittance was not that tall. Through her ears were pinned, and her teeth bared, the rest of her frame was more relaxed, betraying the more placid nature and her obvious lack of desire for an all-out brawl.

Surveying the initiator, her own orange orbs took in the black coat, the gray splotches scattered across his muzzle, the fiery orange eyes. Instantly, her dislike was proven; he was clearly going to be a nuisance for her. Here we go again…

Rain tensed up, ready to fight if need be. he studied the wolf carefully and then he looked into her eyes. he was aware that farther away there had been the exact squeak of a puppy calling to his mother, but he ignored it. he started working the ground with his nails. then he snapped with a laugh "and who are you? a loner? don't make me laugh. where's your pack? and what are you doing here, wolfie?" Rain looked at her as if she were a cheeky puppy. he relaxed his muscles and sat down. he licked his lips

The abrupt laugh had sent her a slight hop back, with a more resolute expression to not get any more surprised by his actions, nor give any more space for his advance. He was in equal part confusing and threatening, neither relaxing nor attacking by any measure. Her eyes now took in her surroundings, as if to make sure that she wouldn’t be jumped by another one of his pack members.

Once satisfied that she wasn’t in any immediate danger -with the obvious exception sitting directly opposite her – she made headway with a snarling response, “What is it to you anyway? Doesn’t make a difference in this situation.” His little “pet name” for her was every bit as insulting as his entire being: classless and degrading. Well, it wasn’t as if she was going on a pleasant trip to meet pleasant wolves. Kind of would have been a nice fairytale to tell the pups though. “Surviving is the answer, not that you would understand.”

His sitting down sent waves of relief through her nerves. He was not a threat, for now. She just had to navigate this carefully, and everything would be fine. Too tense to sit down, she remained standing, shifting her weight awkwardly between paws and slackening her jaws. Her eyes followed his every behavior, already forming her own judgements about him – same way as he probably was too. Him licking his lips was also something to frown on. It wasn’t appropriate for someone to do that between a first meeting. Unless he planned to eat her. The though made her snort slightly in amusement. “What do you want of me?”

Rain got up, his tail swept back and forth, he looked straight into Dart eyes, he grinned "Wolfie, you know what I want? I want you to get off my territory, run back home with your tail between your legs!" The way in which he spoke was aggressive and arrogant with an underlying tone of mockery.

Rain trotted closer to the wolf with a straight tail, listening to the pups still howling at their mother. Once he was standing next to the wolf he put his tail on the wolf and whispered in his ear "And don't forget your pups, before a big mean wolf might hurt them" the way he says it sounds like he thinks it's a joke.