The Alpha Female making the den feel like home.

sighs as I feel Ghost leave once again and I continue to watch the lands.

I return to the border after a successful hunt. I sigh as i try to remove a hint of wolfs blood from my pure white coat

I feel Ghost come back and a hint of blood in the air my eyes go wide as I try to place the scent to a wolf I think I know.

What I ask as I see silver sniffing the air

narrows eyes and says "who did you kill?" I ask him as he looks at me. I study him closely hoping he did not kill any one I knew.

A rogue its nothing to worry about

"hmm," she says her eyes flashing a little as she looks at the blood on his muzzle. "ok." She says again her voice changing and her eyes flash again as she gives a low growl wanting to kill something.

The dark wolf eyed his silver leader, laying silently at the den entrance. He longed to feel Silver's heartbeats, a symphony which he found breathtaking and entrancing enough to need. Crescendo, lord of the hunt, silently relived the sweet song that she provided in his time of loneliness and silence.
If only to hear that song again, he would give his soul over to Decrescendo, lord of murder.

Silver caught a scent she knew too well, (could it be?) She thought to herself as she started to get up and search for the source of the smell. After a short time of looking she found what she was looking for. A short distance away from the den there stood Crescendo. Silver began to trot out towards him and welcome him t her pack.

Crescendo smiled deviously, raising from his position and gliding regally to greet his silver composer. He met her with a friendly nuzzle, a greeting he hadn't given her in what seemed like a long time.

Silver smiled and gave him a nuzzle back as she was glade to see him. It seemed like it was a long time ago but know he was here and she was happy to see him again. "come and ill show you to my pack." Silver said with a smile on her muzzle.

Crescendo gestured with his head for her to show him around. He knew that he would certainly follow her anywhere.
"Please," he smiled back, "I would be delighted to meet your pack..."

Silver smiled as she turned to walk the short distance to her pack. When they got there she pointed to each of the members. This is Ghost, she said pointing to the male wolf who looked like a Ghost, This is Demure, the newest member she said pointing to the small wolf, then we have Coal and Damon, who I think are brothers but they don't talk a lot, Coal is the black one and Damon is the brown one, then we have the yearlings I found one day, Eli is the wolf yearling and Scar is the mountain lion yearling." Silver said to Crescendo, "oh and Eclipse my adoptive daughter from another pack." She said almost forgetting about Eclipse.

Crescendo gently nudged Eclipse with his nose, breathing in her aura so that he could get an idea of what she would be like when she got older. He then looked back up at silver, his eyes flashing a dull gray. Gray was mostly jealousy, but when it came to Silver, gray was a loving color.
Though he knew it could probably never be.

Demure gazed up briefly, her audits erected at the sound of her name spoken aloud. Her tawny hued optics settled on the newcomer, and she tilted her head in acknowledgement. It was the closest thing she could come to that remotely resembled a greeting. As Silver continued showing the male around, Demure glanced again at Ghost, the fresh scent of blood lingering about his presence peaking the damsel's interest.

Dawson saw the look on Crescendos face as his eyes turned grey. He thought it meant jelousy but then he did not now if it meant something different or not. He growled a little as he saw the look of lust in his eyes.

The damsel flicked an ear at the quiet growl, and with a soft snort, Demure returned to all fours. She paused to shake her dark hued pelt free of the debris that clung to it, then eased into a brisk trot, deciding now was as good a time as any to explore the territory.

Silver saw Demure leave to explore and heard Dawson's Growl towards Crescendo. She also saw they grey color in his eyes, she thought it meant jealousy but then again she could be wrong.

Crescendo bared his teeth at Dawson, as he was used to challenges. Hackles raised and fangs dotted with the blood of innocents, he warned the challenger off, eyes now a fiery and demonic red. With a glance to Silver, though, he calmed down, eyes flashing back to gray as he looked at her.
But as he looked at her, a feeling forced him to look away from all the wolves in the area. His heart swelled with the whispers of Decrescendo, and he muttered a quiet, but urgent, "Help! Silver!"

Dawson heard the growl from the new wolf and whiped his head to face him, his thick canines bared ready to defend what he wanted and right now he wanted Silver.

Silver heard the quiet help silver come from Crescendo. Silver walked to him in a rush and went down near his head and asked "what is it that i could help you with." She said as she nuzzled him in his thick fur neck.

Decrescendo burst forth from the angry Crescendo, ready to prey upon Dawson, and drain his life essence. On the inside, Crescendo screamed and screamed. He strutted back and forth, tail high and fangs coated in fresh blood. With one last effort, Crescendo screamed "Help!" before he was swallowed by his dark and demonic alter-ego.
In a voice coated with intoxicating night, Decrescendo spoke in ancient wolf tongues, roughly translating to:
"Crescendo is the sound of a progressing hunt. Decrescendo is the sound of a wolf bleeding to death!"
And with that he burst forth, eyes ablaze, jaw unhinged, and claws ready to tear flesh.

Silver saw how Crescendo went to his demonic self and Silver stood ready just in case anything happened.

(do you play wolf quest Crescendo)

(Not a lot. Sometimes.)

Decrescendo landed right in front of the male, puffing out his bloodmist and using his hypnosis power, "Seduce" to bend Dawson's will to him.

After a few minutes, the damsel slowed to a walk. Her gaze ascended towards the canopy, and her audits flicked forward as she was enveloped in almost complete silence. Aside from the melodies uttered by the song birds ahead, it was mostly quiet. As she romped on, she eventually stumbled upon what seemed to be the pack's hunting grounds. Demure cast a lazy glance about the area, watching a few critters scurry through the field, and a herd of larger hoofed mammals as they grazed. The sight of an oblivious plump hare caught her attention, and the female stalked forwards. Once within a reasonable distance, she darted forwards, and was upon the rabbit before it had time to move more than two paces. Demure's jaws clamped around the neck of the animal, her incisors piercing its throat. Her grip tightened as the hare flailed its hind legs, and then relaxed as it grew limp. Her maw now covered in crimson blood, she started back towards the den site. As she approached, she quickly realized something was going on, and she quietly took the rabbit carcass a safe distance away.