.:::Entering The Territory:::.

Name: Chester

Age: Three Years Old

Gender: Male

Relations: N/A

Rank: Loner

Appearance: Mottled dark-brown and white pelt; Amber eyes. Fairly large build

Personality: Chester enjoys being humorous and tends to avoid serious matters. He is an experienced and amazing hunter, often soloing big game. Due to his larger build, he has a physical advantage when it comes to fighting, though he may not be the most skilled.

History: Chester has spent roughly a year wandering through the forests as a loner in search of a permanent pack, not trying all too hard to achieve his goal. He often stays with random groups of kind wolves for a few days, then moves on, not feeling at home. He doesn't know what he is searching for; a perfect pack to accompany his lonely heart, or perhaps a perfect wolf? He only knew he had no desire to waist any more of his youth traveling.

Roleplay: Chester crept slowly toward a female elk as it busied itself with the grass a few tail-lengths from its herd. Taking note that the male buck and the other elk were a good distance away, Chester gently brushed against the bush he used for cover, making his target jump a little and move the opposite direction of its herd. He knew the elk would attempt to loop around to endure the safety of its friends, so he moved quickly to separate them. Stuffing his muzzle in the ground to muffle his voice, he let out a small, threatening yip that was just barely heard by his target, who uncertainly trotted away from the noise and, as he planned, well away from the herd. He began the chase.

After a bit of running he was panting hard, and soon realized he had chosen a very healthy target. Over his hunger, he had forgotten to think. But the thrill of the chase gave him adrenaline. Chester pushed harder until he caught up and was able to give the elk a good chomp on its rear. It kicked him off, but he kept pursuing. Soon the aroma of wildcat passed over him as he realized he entered claimed territory. He'd have to make this quick. He then scented wolf mingled with the wildcat. And.. deer. What kind of pack was this? Chester instantly dropped the question and leaped onto his target, toppling over with it. Trying to avoid the elk's frantic kicks he bit its throat and killed it, but not before getting a hoof to the face. He collapsed in exhaustion and greedily gnawed on his meal, forgetting about the strangely-mixed pack.

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Chester started as the wildcat approached him. The wolf had forgotten he passed over claimed territory, once again too caught up with his hunger. He swallowed one last piece, stood, and backed off, limping a bit from the tussle with the elk. "Hey! I'm Chester; no one you should worry about. You can take that elk if you'd like," he offered with a charming smile, then grimaced as pain flushed in his face from the kick. It was a hard kill for a single wolf, but he'd rather give it up then deal with a lion. Once again the aroma of different animals caught his attention and his curiosity took over. "What's up with all the scents? Do you catch deer for food or for pets?" Chester joked, giving off that smiled again.

Chester looked taken aback; he hadn't meant to offend this wildcat, though he found it strange for a deer to befriend a lion. "So, uh, your pack is for any animal?" He was answered by the approach of a wolf. Chester turned to see the pretty female. Instantly he felt comfortable. The brown canine studied her, circling her once, that charming smile on his face again. "Hey chica, I'm Chester. What's your name?" The male wolf stopped an sat in front of her, tilting his head.

A wolf related to a lion. Chester was surprised by that. This pack was a bit odd, but he found it interesting. "Spectrum. Cute name," he yipped, but every time he talked it hurt. The wolf realized part of his handsome face must be bruised, so he turned his head and watched them from his left side, his tail wagging slightly.

It finally grasped Chester that these animals were talking to him rather then chasing him away, which is how most encounters ended up for him. He was grateful for that. He also has never seen wildcat and wolf mixed. This pack was different. Lately he had been regretting leaving his family, whom mostly weren't all too fond of him, but he liked these animals. He opened his mouth to speak when another cat appeared. A jaguar. He studied the wildcat, who spoke with authority. Then again, the others did too. "I'm Chester," he introduced, "Crossed your border while hunting. I'll be on my way." The wolf began to turn and stopped, reluctant to leave potential friends. "Unless.." Chester smiled and looked around gleefully. "Mind if I hang with your pack for a few days? Been a bit lonely," he said winking at Spectrum.

"Great!" Chester padded over to Spectrum as if the lion has given him permission to flirt with her. "Want to chill later?"

Chester grinned as he nuzzled her under the chin. "I'll catch you later, then?" he said in a soft voice, tail wagging a bit.

"Awesome." Flicking the she-wolf's ear playfully with his tail, Chester trotted back to the others. He glanced at the dead elk. The loner had lived days without food in the past, so he can't bare to be wasteful. "Should I bring it back to your camp? If not, I'll finish it here," he suggested, unsure whether his prey would offend their deer friend.

Chester flicked an ear. This pack was serious about their deer friend. He crouched down and began feasting on his kill. It was probably the biggest elk he has ever taken down, and it led him to a potential home. He whispered a small thank you to dead animal as he ate.