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"I never actually ate a mouse, but I chased one." She looked at the limp prey for a moment before leaning down and taking a small nibble, prepared for a foul meal. Surprisingly, it tasted very good, and made her old food taste like dung, like Trouble had stated. A purr rose gently within her throat and she sat up, her eyes gleaming brightly. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, it's better than anything I've tasted!"

Echoed Storm heard the command' her ears erect as she pushed herself out of her nest and swiftly made her way outside. The she-cat guard's crisp, frosty blue eyes gleamed with hostility as she glared at the rogue, her pedicured claws digging deeply into the soil under her paws. Everything about the way she moved said that she would rip the enemy in two, but for the moment she waited for the Knights, who would usually attack first.

Echoed Storm seemed to relax a bit, her eyes flitting over the others for a moment before she turned and head toward the camp entrance, her tail tip flicking in slight annoyance.

"Pleased to meet you, Trouble." She replied in kind to the loner. "I think I already said my name, but I'm Speck."

Name: Thorn
Rank: Firepack Beta
Gender: Female
Mate/Crush: She has no mate yet, but has a crush on Shadow, though she'll attempt not show it.
Pups: None yet.
Age: 28
Mother: Echo
Father: Lost
Brother/Sister: She had a brother named Jara, but they went their separate ways.
History: Thorn was never a wolf to be trusted, even in her old pack, where their tolerance towards enemies was almost frightening. She had to leave one stormy night- after she killed an enemy spy- for her brother took it the wrong way and blurted it out to everyone. She ran as fast and far as her legs would carry her, which brought her into Firepack territory. After constant attempts to show her worthiness to join, she was finally permitted to stay.
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Thorn dropped a rabbit carcass over the kill pile, her piercing yellow gaze throwing daggers as she glanced around wearily. It was obvious she was one of the only wolves in the pack that wasn't as busy as she should be, which sort of annoyed her.

Catching sight of her alpha, the she-wolf tilted her muzzle up and let out a careful yip. She was positive that Shadow wasn't up to anything either, so hopefully she could get to spend some time, in order to get them both busy.

"Sixteen moons. My mother- bless her soul- said I should have had a new owner by now, in some place nice." She looked to her paws for a second before glancing back up, her green eyes glittering like emeralds. "But mother said I can handle myself perfectly on my own, and if I ever got the chance, I should leave. The only problem is that I don't know if my current owners will come looking for me."

The ginger she-cat looked to Stony, a bit confused at first, before dipping her head in greetings. "Pleased to meet you." Speck said kindly.

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Legend tells of a wolf whose anger enveloped the world, whose howl could deafen anyone within five hundred miles, and whose piercing blue gaze could leave a man blind,

But all we got was a dog.

It was a cold night in Ivarstead. The horses were being placed in their stalls, countless waves of sheep were being flocked in. The humans of the village were oblivious to the threat that lurked in the shadows, until it hit. Sheep bleated in fear, stampeding within the barn until the humans opened the doors. A tall dire wolf crouched over the devoured carcass and remains of a horse, its eyes staring straight through to the humans. When a man lunged at the wolf, the monstrous beast opened its jaws, exposing pure white teeth, and howled. The humans scattered, suddenly afraid. It was nothing like the other wolves, much too large and barbaric. The humans went to gather more farmers, but by the time they returned, there was no trace of it being there. The sheep were quietly sleeping in the barn, along with the horses, and the only evidence that it wasn't a dream was the terrified look of the hounds.

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Tracking! This sounds very interesting, though I don't believe I have any ideas to offer at the moment.

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The red husky made his way out of the barn, his blue eyes scoring cold marks across the village. The humans moved about below the small hill where his residence resided, chattering like birds. Disgust filled his gaze, but he didn't even bark. Instead, Hatchi moved toward the oak not too far from his owner's house, sitting in a used grove while looking out to the shallow stream that cut through the endless moor. Longing tugged at his heart, but he didn't run toward the plain. He probably should leave, but he couldn't bring himself to running away from the place of his birth, even under the circumstances.

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The wolf and German shepherd mix strode over the dirt road, behind a carriage drawn by horses. Hunger gripped the canine, but she chose not to hunt in the town. Kali knew that if she did anything risky in these parts, the humans would attack her and push her out. No. She was a good girl, even though her father was a feral wolf. Tilting her muzzle up toward a little kid who pet her head, she yipped lightly and continued to move on.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

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Hatchi's ears flew up and he snarled, pushing himself up from where he sat and ran back towards the pens, his pelt bristling with anger and hatred. Damn wolves! He thought, gritting his teeth. So many recent attacks have hit the town, and the husky suspected it was because of that one dire wolf that was hanging around these parts.

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The bleating of sheep woke the wolf mix's dazed state and she glared backwards, hoping that nobody suspected her of the crime. Sitting down outside of a newly opened shop, Kali made a soft yip so the humans would know that she wasn't near the pens. Who is so inexperienced to try and attack the sheep in daylight? Even so, this is that one wolf's territory, and nobody should hunt within the town except for him. She thought solemnly, her brown eyes resting on the location.[/fancypost][font=arial][color=white][sup][abbr=copyright SR, #SRsfancy]© Soft Rain[/abbr][/fancypost]

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Ezio was quiet on her perch, her black eyes like tiny beads as she glared at the humans around. She was as tame as it got when dealing with Harpy Eagles, although that probably isn't the most suitable word for this raptor. Tilting her beak upwards as she gazed at the lions in their pen, the feathers on the top of her head smoothed down, but still giving her a sinister look. Not only was she in a foul mood, but she also wasn't expecting guests. Ah well, she would try her best to be welcoming. After all, the only reason she was so unapproachable was because she was originally from the wild. Any humans she encountered on her migration routes were usually fifty or so feet below her.