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[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]There was a hasty flash of crimson barreling through the thick foliage. While being in a forest had its perks, Elliot found that there were more consequences to residing within it. Behind him was another canine, much larger than himself with a broad build. His fur, unlike Elliot's, did not contrast with the murky colors of the forest.

"Get back here, you little shit!"

Babe hadn't a clue as to what he did to cause the other wolf to become so furious. He was hungry, and having not eaten for a day, he stumbled upon a minuscule pile of fresh-kill. It wasn't until the rogue canine appeared that he finally picked up on the scent. A piece of dead prey was clamped between his teeth as he stared wide-eyed at the other male. Before any damage could be done, Elliot took advantage of the other's shocked state to race away. His smaller form allowed him to sneak behind trees or scramble under the brush and bushes. Some of those had thorns which scraped his back and his sides. If he was a cat, he would have hissed, but he instead grunted. It wasn't a terrible pain; it was more of an ache, which he associated with irritation. The prey in his mouth was hindering his ability to run, as his breathing grew more rapid and harsh. Elliot eventually slipped behind a tree, pressing against it as best he could. He dropped the fresh-kill to breathe heavily. He remained attentive, but after a few long moments, he poked his head out to peer in the direction he came from.

His gaze landed on the other wolf, but it seemed as though he was unaware of where Babe was concealed. He released a sigh of relief, one hardly audible. After another couple of seconds, he shifted from his position against the bark, and he expertly dipped his head to pluck the prey from the ground. Unfortunately, Babe was standing atop a root jutting out of the soft earth. His fall was unexpected. His paw caught on a keen part of the root, and he nearly released a yelp of pain. At the sudden, and intense agony Elliot relinquished the food he had stolen before limping away. He muttered expletives under his breath before eventually shouting.

"My goddamn paw. Shit. Fuck. Jesus fuckin' Christ," the accent in his voice was thick as he barked. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips curled back into a grimace as he tripped over seemingly nothing. The red wolf remained on the damp floor, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before a voice sounded.

"Name's Benjamin, I'm a... medic. Promise. If you let me I can... Help you."

He moved to raise himself to his paws, but stopped short due to utilizing the one that had been injured. Stupid. The word burst in his mind like a neon sign. Elliot's ears flicked back for a moment, and his fur bristled before his piercing stare rested on the other male. Fortunately, it was not the male who had been pursuing him. Soon enough he settled back with a huff. Babe kept his stare on Benjamin, still somewhat suspicious and wary. He had reason to be, though Ben had no knowledge of what happened only moments before.

"A medic, huh?" The red wolf questioned, shifting so that he could reveal his paw to the other male. His voice was considerably softer than it had been when he was barking out swear words. "I'd, uh, appreciate it," Elliot told him, attempting to sound more polite than shy. Despite his somewhat rash and impulsive ways, he was actually quite bashful. It didn't matter who it was. It occurred with everyone he came across, and that rule wouldn't alter because of Benjamin. "Might as well introduce myself too. Elliot Heffron. I go by 'Babe' though," the younger wolf informed him, gaze eventually shifting from Ben to his bloodied paw. It wasn't particularly gruesome. He had seen worse in his short lifespan.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]It would be inaccurate to say that the other male's words somewhat put him at ease. Regardless, he knew better than to completely allow his guard to dissipate. To his initial question, Benjamin gave a rather simple answer. Elliot merely gave a hum of acknowledgement. Anything else Ben commented after his first response nearly went over his head. The mentioning of supplies scarcely concerned him, considering he was no medic, unlike the other. As long as there was enough to aid him along, then he felt tranquil. At least, comfortable enough to where he trusted Benjamin enough to care for him for the few spare moments they would be with one another. Interactions were fleeting, especially with himself. Babe hardly deemed himself as timid, rather the opposite actually. Others wouldn't think of him as a social butterfly, but he did enjoy being around others. Being alone for so long had caused an exhaustion to arise, and feelings of sorrow and longing. He wasn't entirely adept in reading other individuals' feeling or emotions, but he could see there was something off about Benjamin. His movements were mechanical, and his features seemed grim.

Babe's attention snapped back to Ben's facial features as he uttered his last name rather than his given name, and nickname. His nose twitched in slight distaste, but he made no comments on it. Perhaps he didn't feel entirely comfortable utilizing 'Babe'. Elliot could comprehend that. Anyone who didn't know him, or had just met him often questioned why his nickname was a term of endearment to those in a relationship. He wasn't quite certain why either. As soon as it had been uttered, the nickname stuck. The red wolf wasn't against it, nor did it cause him any discomfort, unless someone employed it in a suggestive manner. "I'm callin' you Ben then," Babe informed with a tilt of his chin toward the sky. "Or maybe just both." He shifted his body slightly so that Benjamin would be given a better view of his paw, still bleeding and bright crimson in color. Because the other didn't question him on what happened, Elliot simply kept silent, even if the lack of conversation between them was near intolerable.

His focus had been slipping away from the other male until a burning agony erupted from his paw. A harsh bark escaped from his maw, more impulsive and sudden. Babe eyes immediately flickered to Benjamin, who soon received a sharp, accusing glare. "What the hell?! Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed rather vividly, paw curling as the alcohol cleaned the blood and possible infection from his wound. Moving it caused more pain to shoot through his limb, a growl soon rising in his throat. "Ya could've warned me," Elliot snapped at Benjamin in an accusing tone as the stinging began to dissolve. While the injury itself wasn't life-threatening, it still ached. The pain was duller now, though, perhaps due to a spike in adrenaline. With a huff, he craned his neck so that he could peer elsewhere until he felt eyes on him. He would have snapped at him again if it hadn't been for the inquiry Ben asked of him. "Now you're interested?" The red wolf questioned him pointedly, soon sighing after the rhetorical query. "Yeah, I've been travelin'. Nothin' in mind. I don't have anywhere to go, so." He gave a shrug of his shoulders at his response, lips curling back in a slight frown. "What about you? You haven't told me nothin'," Babe articulated with a quirk of a nonexistent brow, honeyed visionaries landing solely on Benjamin. He observed him silently, now awaiting a reply. He wasn't going to get out of answering his question either.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]A soft snort sounded from Elliot at Benjamin's commentary. Perhaps the other was touchy on the subject, or maybe he found it arduous to put his complete faith or trust into another individual. He supposed he could comprehend why, but considering the lack of long periods of interaction, he couldn't fully give his opinion on the topic. Babe found himself staring at Ben once again, honey eyes narrowing the longer he observed him. It didn't seem to bring the other any discomfort, so he simply continued his scrutiny. He didn't mean any harm by it. Throughout his young life, he didn't have any parents. Babe didn't understand where they were, nor did he apprehend abandonment. He merely figured they were on some sort of adventure or hunting large amounts of prey for them all to share, but the longer his parents were gone, the more distressed he became. The unease he consistently felt eventually dissipated, fortunately enough for him. Elliot now had to focus on himself rather than others, but his social skills suffered somewhat because of it. He didn't entirely avoid contact, such as when someone spoke to him he would respond. Hesitation was prominent enough if he was to be the one to initiate a conversation. Ben had been the one to address him, and the one to inquire if he could aid him because of his injury. He wouldn't reject the offer.

It didn't entirely amuse him when the medic jolted backwards at his unforeseen expression of pain. A grin did appear on his lips, however minuscule it was. The corners of his lips turned upward, but only slightly. Elliot kept his attention on Ben as he soon settled back into his former position. His emotions were slight, but Babe managed, somehow, to detect them. An immediate thought arose in his mind: what had happened to Benjamin that caused him to be so blank-faced? He seemed to be the type of person to elude any discussion directly about himself. Babe's features contorted a bit as he pondered further to himself. Before he could delve deeper into his musings, however, Ben brought his attention back. His eyes narrowed once more, and a frown replaced the thin line on his maw. "It came outta nowhere!" Elliot retorted in defense of himself, his higher pitched voice only increasing in pitch. Compared to Ben, he sounded like a child, but they were closer in age than he actually perceived. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, voice and tone reverting to its normal state. There was a sudden silence as Ben reacted to his jarring words, and immediate regret pooled within him. He hadn't entirely meant what he said. It had been in the moment, which was an incident that occurred quite often. What wasn't habitual was the fact that guilt weighed on him, and that he wasn't being completely honest. More often than not his integrity was solid, and he rarely swayed from it. In some cases, however, lying proved to be more efficient and useful than righteousness. a sudden sting caused him to wince and he glanced down at his paw, and the two that were pressing on the wound while wrapping a rather pathetic looking bandage around it. "You weren't lyin' when you said you were runnin' low," Babe commented idly, cocking his head to the side. His gaze flickered up to peer at Benjamin's features once more, attempting to construe the other male.

"Nah, I've never really heard of these 'clans' anyway." Like the wolf, he preferred to be on his own and away from large groups of individuals. While there was strength and power in numbers, he assumed that fending for oneself would be more facile. If there were others you had to worry about then you wouldn't be able to focus on what was important. He retracted his paw as soon as Ben finished and began to explain himself further. Elliot listened attentively, now merely waiting for him to come to a conclusion. Babe hummed idly before attempting to rise to his paws, more successfully than he thought he would. "You think we could what? Spill," the reddish-hued wolf urged, unintentionally moving forward with a slight limp to his step. He quirked a brow at him before leaning back, pressing most of his weight onto his haunches. "I'd rather not be in this damn forest," Babe replied, a bit stumped on suggestions, which was what Benjamin seemed to be subtly asking for. He'd rather not be on his own either, but he wasn't about to admit that to someone he had only just met.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Babe's ears twitched as soon as Ben's initial greeting left his maw. BlizzardClan? What a stupid name. He wondered briefly if all of these clans had similar names to one another. It was an odd concept to him: people congregated together in a confined area. If one grew up in an environment such as that, then they would be well adjusted to it. Except, Elliot hadn't been raised in a group setting. His life began as a loner, and he presumed it would remain that way until he died. Meeting and being aided by Benjamin, however, proved otherwise. He hadn't realized why he felt so despondent over the course of his young life. Though he was no "social butterfly", interaction and socializing was something he craved.

His breath came out rather raggedly in spite of himself. He felt incompetent, as if he couldn't care for himself, even though he had for the ten months he had been alive. Babe found walking on three legs was arduous, even if every so often he applied more pressure to his wounded paw than he meant to. This caused him to wince visibly on multiple occasions. Ben was there to help him along to wherever they had been headed, which happened to be BlizzardClan. They had been discussing groups within the day they had known one another, most of which was Benjamin explaining what exactly a clan was. Not only did he feel incapable, he felt ignorant. There was so much more beyond the life he had been leading, and yet he continued on a rather narrow-minded path. Without the other wolf, however, he would have been left with little to no knowledge on clans, nor where to find one. Fortunately, Ben was there, and so Babe was left to follow him and be lead around by him to BlizzardClan.

When they drew to a halt, Babe released a slight grunt before pressing his weight down onto his own paws and away from the medic at his side. He simply allowed him to explain their purpose in being there, along with a request of joining. What he forgot was their own introductions, aside from himself. Hearing his last name being said rather than his nickname, or hell, even his first name, caused him to glance over at Ben and give a roll of his eyes in annoyance. He gave a soft huff, more to tease the other, before parting his own lips. "This guy's Benjamin. I'm Elliot, but I go by Babe," he introduced with a slight nod of his head. Though no one was there, he figured someone would have heard or at least been close enough to hear. The red-hued wolf felt a bit unsettled, as well as awkward. He wasn't certain how many people would gather before them, if any at all. Perhaps Benjamin and himself would merely be left there to stand and look like idiots. It seemed as though the male beside him had experience with clans, though. He assumed anyone would be along soon enough.

Would a place like this really be suited for someone such as himself? Ben would know how to handle these situations better than himself. Babe's lips turned down in a slight frown. For a moment his honeyed visionaries flickered to Benjamin, curiosity and reluctance shining in them. When he craned his neck and head away, his focus rested on the horizon, where his thoughts began to cloud his judgement. Flee? Or stay? With his limp and bloodied injury, where would he be able to go? Infection would settle in, which would only spread throughout his body. Babe weighed the pros and cons within the confines of his mind and found that the positives far outweighed the negatives. So, Elliot remained in his position next to Ben, somewhat tense yet also thrilled.

sorry for the late reply ive been busy!!

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Much like Miecyslaw, Elliot had no true reason to be within the bitingly cold biome, but he happened to be nearby. The ground was incredibly difficult to walk upon, especially with the pain shooting through his paw with each and every step. Occasionally, he slipped on the icy ground, but managed to remain upright. How he had done so was a complete mystery to him, but he knew better than to complain. He trailed along behind the other male, wondering where exactly he was headed. The faint scent of fire wafted through the air the closer they both grew to Noelani, which meant warmth. With a slightly labored breath, Babe began to quicken his pace in order to be beside Mie as he arrived at the blaze, and the avian perched near it. "Shit, it's cold," Elliot muttered inaudibly, shuffling toward the fire, somewhat hesitantly. His honeyed gaze remained on the fire. The flames licked the sky; he believed it be a rather appealing sight. After a few silent moments, aside from the blaze crackling, Babe glanced up to look between the two already settled there. "I'm Babe," he hastily introduced, lifting his shoulders and scrunching them closer to his body. His lips curled back into a slight frown, thin and hardly noticeable. They didn't seem to be having a discussion with one another, but that was due to the fact that Miecyslaw had only presented himself seconds before. The red-hued wolf shifted, moving to press more weight down on his better feet and haunches.

"Uh, what're you guys doin' here?" Elliot found the query to be a bit foolish to ask, considering he too was there. His accent caused his voice to sound higher than he initially meant it to, but there was little he could do to alter it. Compared to his own, the others' voices were either deeper, or around the same pitch. Fortunately, Babe didn't sound feminine, which he was grateful for. His gaze eventually followed Mie's, to wherever he happened to be staring. Noelani had been crafting an object, but he had no knowledge or awareness of what it was. He could make out that it was made of glass, formed by the avian, perhaps because of the fire. Glass was fragile, though, so it would simply break, wouldn't it? If Elliot had been given the trinket, he would have broken it in a matter of moments within the time receiving it. The canine observed it for a few seconds longer before lifting his gaze to Noelani, and Mie.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Unlike Coralpaw and Coralie, Babe had no desire to become a medic, or to study on their knowledge of herbs and medicine. It didn't necessarily seem tedious or monotonous, but it had a quality that didn't interest him. He'd prefer being a warrior, or maybe a spy of sorts. If Benjamin, or one of the doctors ever approached him and offered to teach, however, he would willingly take their offer. A medic's position was ill-suited for someone such as himself, though. He had no prior medical knowledge, other than what Ben had done to prep his wound for a bandage. The more he thought of it, the more he could imagine the burning sting the alcohol brought him. A shiver shot down his spine as he imagined the feeling once more. Unconsciously, he flexed his paw to feel the ache, causing him to wince. After he set his paw on the ground, he noticed the trio beginning to form, particular around one of the younger looking individuals. Mie did appear to be younger than himself, however, but he didn't know any of the BlizzardClanners enough to be aware of age or even names. None of the three were recognizable. He was uncertain if they had been at his joining alongside Ben. Babe couldn't recall. That was somewhat concerning. Perhaps he could discuss it with another medic rather than bother his only friend once again. Isoletta seemed the most approachable.

Because he wasn't well versed with any of them, he decided against inquiring what was wrong. It wasn't his place to ask. He approached them regardless, curious over what was happening with Coralpaw. Coralie appeared to be tender and sympathetic enough, though Miecyslaw seemed to be more indifferent about the situation. Perhaps Elliot was perceiving the circumstances incorrectly. He would have no knowledge unless he questioned them, which would be against his moral code. There was little to it, but his definitions of right and wrong were justified, at least to himself. Babe gave a slight wave of his paw in greeting, gathering that the younger female's name was Coralpaw. She appeared saddened, which caused Elliot's lips to twist back into a thin frown. Whatever was bothering her seemed to be affecting her greatly. She was fortunate to have Cora and Mie there to inquire about her issues and aid her with them. The same could not be said for himself, however. His knowledge of high positions was limited, and therefore he wasn't able to help Coralpaw anyway. The red-hued wolf gave a soft sigh before straightening his posture to peer at them better, and observe them to accumulate more information. He felt as though he should ask what was the matter, but his reluctance and hesitation prevented him from doing so. Instead, he leaned back to settle on his haunches, still scrutinizing the situation.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Still confused, still dazed, Elliot began his approach with reluctance. In spite of his disinclination, his arrival was abrupt and rather hasty. He appeared to be grinning, a small, soft one, but a grin nonetheless. Exhilaration spiked and coursed through his veins, causing him to shake a bit as he slowed his pace. His honeyed gaze immediately landed on Benjamin, the one who had mended his wound and brought him forth to BlizzardClan. He hadn't yet tried to delve into the population, to get to know others aside from Ben. Many were already congregated into their own groups, forcing him out. Perhaps he would be accepted into a "union" and gain popularity through sheer appearance alone. Would he even have to talk then? He supposed he wouldn't mind it, but he much preferred socializing to avoiding others. It was almost against his will how his mind adapted to societal normalities and conversing. In a way, Babe almost despised it. Shyness, however, could be modified or altered to better suit the way BlizzardClan was run. For the time being, he would remain as he was until he felt secure enough in his new home. The red-hued wolf settled down beside Ben, carefully avoiding his still-injured paw. He shot the medic a sideways grin, this one wider than it had been initially. Eventually, his focus shifted away from the one placed beside him to the leader, whose name he still was not aware of. Elliot supposed he would learn it soon enough.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Illness had yet to plague him as it had to so many, at least from the stories he had heard along his travels. On his journey, allergies were a common topic, often brought up, especially in regards to spring time. Elliot had been born in May, meaning he had little awareness of how exactly the season acted. Nature was a cruel individual, often striking in times of warmth with bountiful prey and supplies. It seemed she took the advantages to twist them, and alter them to be disadvantages for those attempting to survive. The longer Babe mulled over it, the more he began to realize how awful all the seasons were. Winter was a bitter, biting cold. It took and took without giving back, not only in terms of deaths of organisms, but meager amounts of supplies. Spring brought about a feeling of birth, of blossoming, but along with it, it brought sickness. Summer was simply hot. Droughts could be caused, along with massive swarms of bugs, mosquitos mostly. Elliot could briefly recall seeing large masses of those insects floating above pools of water. Humidity didn't aid in getting rid of them. Fall, he supposed, was the best out of the seasons. While most trees and shrubbery were dying, the temperatures were mild and tolerable. It did mean that supplies would be more arduous to come across, however.

The sneeze was an abrupt, unwelcome sound that broke through the trees and bushes surrounding Elliot. It caught him off guard; it made his fur bristle on instinct, without even a second thought. The red-hued wolf settled once he realized it was merely someone sneezing. He did find it to be a bit obnoxious, though, especially since it seemed to be more deafening than necessary. His own were rather petite; some would define it as feminine. The thought caused him to roll his eyes before he breathed in sharply to explore and discover who exactly was suffering from spring allergies.

What he happened to stumble upon was more people than he initially expected. His honeyed gaze settled on the one most recognizable to himself: Benjamin. The duo speaking at him were completely unfamiliar. Both were females though, so Babe immediately straightened and gave them a shy, yet polite smile. He was able to discriminate between which of them had sneezed due to the way the two spoke to Ben. Their tones had been concerned, or curious, perhaps both. Even observing the former medic told Elliot that he was the one with allergies. His features appeared almost pained, most likely due to sneezing however many times he had. A grin replaced the smile he had been sporting for Sylmae and Fading. "You alright there, Ben?" The wolf questioned, accent thick as he spoke to him with a rising pitch in his voice. He told himself it did so because he asked a query, but being as young as he was wasn't exactly helpful. "Don't be gettin' sick on me. I still got this damn paw problem." He gave a rather extraneous wave of his injured foot, mostly doing so to tease the other male. Babe at least hoped Benjamin had some sort of humor underneath his stony exterior.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]is it bad i screamed more when i saw liebgott's name than scotty's
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edit: shit wait the TITLE BRINGS BACK SO MANY MEMORIES I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Much like War, Elliot happened to be in the same situation. He had little knowledge of clans, other than what he had already been told, which was a minuscule amount, if anything at all. What he had gathered was that there were high positions, or rather entitled occupations given out to those who proved themselves worthy of said position. The leader held the most power, obviously enough, along with the second in command, or deputy. Medics were also quite self-explanatory. After those few, however, his knowledge began to inflate and slip away. Unlike the newcomer, however, he had not been a human, nor did he wish to be one either. Babe was also very well aware of his past, his memories. He would not be so foolish as to lose them, but some occasions caused it to happen. Amnesia seemed to affect quite a few individuals, at least from what he had heard. There were only a handful of BlizzardClanners that he was somewhat familiar with, but most were mere acquaintances. He doubted he could even call them that.

He had been seated not too far from where War and Mack were initiating a conversation, with the latter beginning it. Elliot witnessed the scene with the former, saw the cracked paws and unfortunate splinter. It looked painful, even if the sting only lasted for a moment before the minute piece of wood was gone. Babe couldn't help but compare the injury War received to the wound he had given himself. His was worse, but it was healing, slowly, but surely. Countless attempts of reassurance had been sent his way, but his doubts still remained very well intact.

"Hey there, fellas," Elliot greeted in a cheerful, yet still somehow timid-sounding voice, accent thick in spite of himself. He didn't mind his south Philly ancestry, but it often caused others to mention it, or taunt him for it. In return, he gave those individuals a rather brutal lashing with words rather than physical violence. His body frame was rather thin and small compared to the average wolf. He'd be taken down in a matter of minutes, if not moments. Babe supposed he would have to alter that somehow, and for the better. Defense was a necessity, especially in rough areas such as the ones he had resided in. "Looks like that hurt. I got a cut on my paw too, see?" The canine commented, attempting to make conversation as Mack did by lifting his paw and flipping it to show his bandaged and bloodied foot.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Similar to Loveletter, Babe had a rather small frame, both in weight and stature. Physically, he was quite feeble as well. Despite how alone he had been in his short youth, he barely brushed past death. Hunting was a difficulty, at least when he had initially began. Over the months, however, his skill bettered itself, or rather, after countless attempts, and failures, he was able to become more adept in the activity. However, Elliot had a more sleek looking coat with a reddish hue. He wasn't extremely thin to where ribs poked out and could be seen, but he wasn't at all emaciated. He supposed he could define himself as slim, though there was baby fat clinging to his bones. It was arduous to believe he was still quite young, as it seemed most others were older. BlizzardClan was still as baffling as it had been when he initially arrived alongside the former medic, but he was adapting to the best of his ability. So many others seemed to be surpassing him. Some were from other groups, or at least had been raised in a similar setting. Babe was born elsewhere, far from where the clans were settled. While they were quite separated from one another, the groups were at least in the same general vicinity. Elliot had not heard of clans until he came across Benjamin, but he wasn't explicitly told what they would be like. It made sense that it was a large congregation of individuals, working with each other for the benefit of all.

The suggestion Loveletter had given was a rather odd one, something Babe found to be a bit uncanny and sinister. Was this a normal occurrence in clans? Did people willingly go out of their way to drink blood from prey animals? An unconscious shiver shot down his spine causing his upper frame to quiver. He squinted as he rose from his seated position not too far from where Love and Imperia were conversing. "Did you say drink deer's blood?" The red-hued wolf inquired hesitantly, almost as if he was testing the waters. His ears flicked back, but more in apprehension than fear or an attempt at intimidation. His question had been rhetorical, though he was uncertain if they would be able to tell the difference. "That's kinda edgy," as he spoke through his south Philly accent and a blunt tone, he settled most of his weight on his haunches. The final word said was not meant to be taken as a compliment.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Elliot found it a bit hard to believe there was still snow within BlizzardClan's territory. However, considering its vastness, he supposed it wasn't completely preposterous. Though he wasn't actively attempting to seek it out, the snow had unknowingly found him. Fortunately, the sky was not littered with gray, smoky clouds, meaning there was no sign of snow or sleet. His fur bristled slightly with the cooler temperatures. Babe found it to be tolerable though, not like it had been during the dead of winter. He did have a relatively thick coat, however, so the biting temperatures weren't unbearable. At night it became a bit arduous to keep from shivering and shaking.

As he padded along, he had been lost in his own musings. It was when a freezing cold bit at his paws that he flinched, and hopped up a bit subconsciously. "Shit," Elliot cursed aloud, voice sounding a bit gravelly despite the pitch. Perhaps it was the shock factor that lead him to sound so deep in voice. It wasn't necessarily pain, not from his already injured paw, but the cold ache the snow brought. The red-hued wolf's lips curled back in a thin frown before he shook his paws of the white powder. After doing so, he began his walk again, focused more on his surroundings, taking in that the whole world around him was a basic alabaster. Babe perceived it as a bit of an eye sore, but considering he had yet to leave the unusual change in biome, he would tolerate it. His honeyed gaze eventually came across foot steps that had been left in the snow, small but not completely minuscule. He didn't smell anything odd either, so he followed the makeshift path carefully.

The cry for help caught him somewhat off guard, but he reacted swiftly enough, hastily pressing off of his hind paws to see what was the matter. What he came across caused him to snort rather impulsively, without him thinking at all. The poor kid looked to be having some difficulty with snow, especially considering the ball was quite large in comparison. Once Babe realized the child was younger than he initially perceived, he stepped forward in order to aid him. "Here, lemme help, kiddo," Elliot offered with an amiable grin, hopefully radiating that he could be trusted. He hadn't met Crosskit before, so he wasn't certain on how he would act. He lowered his head slightly so that he could nudge the snowball away from the kitten. Once the shaped, packed snow was a comfortable distance away, he craned his neck to peer down at Cross, visionaries settling on him. "What happened?"

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]If Babe had been any other person, he would have willingly and eagerly participated in such an occasion. However, since he was himself, the initial call and explanation of the 'event' immediately caused him to flee. This only meant that he had abruptly pivoted on his hind paws to exit the area. Eventually, he did return, seeing as how no one else had yet to arrive in the area and announce they too would be partaking in the festivities. Even the leader appeared to be yearning to engage in the event. Sylmae seemed pleased with herself. She and Iselotta had been the ones to congregate and formulate the idea for a speed-dating event. Elliot didn't entirely blame them for anything; it was merely his own nerves and shy temperament that would be at fault. The red-hued wolf halted before swiveling around to face the duo already gathered with a slightly narrowed gaze. "I.. I'll join in," he hesitated a bit as he offered himself up for the affair, but eventually said what needed to be said. Babe released a breath he had not realized he had been holding, and he seemed to visibly relax. His shoulders slumped forward while his haunches settled backward onto the cool, damp ground. Babe kept a honeyed gaze on Sylmae as he awaited her response, attempting to appear fine with a kind smile. He craned his neck to peer at Sweet, giving her a polite dip of his head with the same smile he had given the former female.

Character: babe / elliot

thank u so much pen!!!! im cryin its wonderful.....

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]Easy Company. His particular platoon had been present when the first news of the German surrender was announced. It had caught him by surprise, though his shock soon dissipated once all of his comrades began to yell and shout in exhilaration. A smile had broken out on his features, one of joy and exasperation. They had finally surrendered, finally raised the white flag, given up. Unlike most others in his platoon, he was one of the elder members, having only been a replacement after one of the initial attacks in France. Holland was where he had first fought, and it ended in utter defeat. After that was settled and finished, there were countless towns and villages they had been sent to. It was a constant cycle of fighting, over and over. By the end of it, it had become clockwork, almost mindless. While killing hadn't particularly gotten any more facile, living through the war had. With many cigarettes and drinks, Elliot coped. The same could be said with any other platoon, company, or even division of the military. The paratroopers, however, had been under the worst conditions: jumping into the middle of occupied territory, immediately moving on to fight their adversaries, struggling through winters where trench foot and disease was almost a normality. Babe would never have gone through it again if he could help it, but considering they had yet to hear anything of the Japanese, it was possible they would have to move to the Pacific. He doubted any of the men he fought beside would want to risk their lives overseas. War was evident enough on their features, his own included.

He lifted the hand holding his cigarette to his lips before taking the cancer stick between them. His other hand held the lighter, which he soon too raised to light his cigarette. Once done, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing the scenery that lay before him. There were many, many people within the confined area, including the French, the British and even the Russians. His company was there, along with all of the companies in the regiment. It wasn't a surprise to him that many were attempting to flirt with any female there, which did not include him. He merely observed, smiling behind his cigarette as the ladies being hit on either slapped the men, or went with them willingly. The war was over, at least in Europe. Perhaps soon it would end in the Pacific as well. Babe could only hope so.

The Russian who had come in not so long ago seemed to be puzzled as to what was happening. When he first arrived, it was due to an injury, one sustained from Germans. That was the initial theory that came to mind when he spotted the wounds. Elliot pushed off the wall he had been leaning against with his back so that he could focus better on the conversation between the Russian and two females, both of which were French. He lifted a hand to pluck the cancer stick from his lips, soon blowing out the smoke soon after. Babe supposed that since he was standing on the sidelines, he would join in their conversation, hopefully without them judging him with harsh looks. The Americans had aided the British and French in the war, but he still felt as though they wouldn't be particularly pleased to have them around. The red-head weaved between the men before arriving to where the trio stood. "Hey," he greeted, somewhat awkwardly considering the cigarette in his mouth and the fact that he was not acquainted with these individuals. "I'm Babe, or um, Elliot, if you prefer that. The guys in my platoon call me Babe," he introduced before briefly explaining the reasoning for his nickname. Even he wasn't completely certain as to why 'Babe' was his given name. The others most likely didn't even know his first name, considering most men went by their last names or nicknames rather than first. A slight wince crossed his features as he realized that these people were most likely not fluent in his first language. He couldn't speak a few words in French, let alone Russian. Elliot gave a quiet apology before straightening his posture and placing the cigarette between his lips once more. A silence settled over him, simply because he was awaiting the reply to his own introduction, and the question Imperia had asked of them.

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]The territory of BlizzardClan was baffling to him, even though he had resided within the group for around a week now. Considering he hardly left the confines of the main camp, the surrounding area was shrouded in mystery. There were specific locations he was aware of, but not enough to be able to recollect them exactly. Part of the reason he rarely vacated the premises was because of his injury, or so he told himself. Ben didn't watch over him as often as he thought he would, but there were so many medics around he had no way to flee. Babe's lips curled back into a thin frown as he thought to himself, head shifting to rest of his paws. His position on the ground was rather uncomfortable, but rather than twisting and contorting his body to become more cozy, he merely lay there. There were other individuals nearby that he didn't want to disturb. His honeyed gaze remain on the floor before he lifted them to peer in front of him, now observing the area once more. Elliot didn't expect anyone to go out of their way to initialize a conversation with him. He wasn't necessarily social anyway, being rather shy. He would have rather been comfortable with conversing with others, but because of his lack of social interaction in his youth, he had difficulty merely beginning a discussion. It was quite pitiful.

iM SO SORRY THIS IS GODAWFUL

[center][fancypost=borderwidth=0px;text-align:justify;width:475px]When Julian approached, Elliot was caught off guard, eventually flinching as soon as words left the Lieutenant's mouth. He craned his neck to peer at him, settling immediately upon realizing he was another American soldier. It eased his conscience that he was no longer the only American gathered in their tight circle. While Imperia had exceptional English, she was quite clearly French. The first male was Russian, and the other female who had yet to speak was also French. Babe wasn't necessarily thrown off by this, considering they had practically allowed themselves into occupied and foreign countries. Great Britain had English-speakers, but more often than not, their accents were so incredibly thick that Babe had to pick apart whatever they were saying. He didn't need to translate someone who already spoke his primary, and only language. He did, however, have his own accent, and one that was also quite thick. He was from south Philadelphia, so his accent originated from there, similar to the many dialects of British English. He lifted a free hand to his hair upon realizing he was focusing on a topic that hardly mattered. His hand eventually fell to his cigarette so that he could blow the smoke from his mouth. It blew toward Julian since his head had been directed toward him. "Ah, sorry," Babe apologized rather hastily, voice low in volume. He offered a small smile in greeting to the male, seeing as how his apology was not sufficient. Upon learning that he was a Lieutenant, the red-head straightened somewhat, though the cigarette still hung low between his lips. He was merely a Private First Class, which was low in the ranks compared to Julian. Perhaps it wasn't as crucial to act professionally around those higher in the ranks, but Elliot took precaution.

If he could have read the other male's mind, he would have wholeheartedly agreed. This war would be remembered as horrific with high casualties. The Jewish population within Europe had definitely lowered, much to his dismay. How a single person could loathe a group of people so much to commit genocide on them was beyond him. His lips parted slightly to blow smoke before his attention spanned to Julian once more. "Nice to meet ya, sir," Elliot responded politely, shrugging his shoulders slightly as the male questioned him on his given nickname. He grinned behind the cancer stick before removing it with careful fingers. "You'd think that's where I got the name, but I don't have a clue where they got it from," he informed him, flicking the ashes from his cigarette idly as he spoke. "I ain't too great at it though, if I'm bein' honest," Elliot concluded with a soft snort, giving a shake of his head.

Upon hearing Imperia's inquiry about baseball, his eyes widened. He didn't realize baseball was only well-known within the United States; he figured other countries, specifically the European ones, would be aware of the sport. "It's a sport, ya know, like soccer, or, uh, football, in your case," Babe stated, voice cracking once or twice due to his nerves. "Basically, you have a diamond with bases on the four corners. In the middle is a guy who chucks a ball at the guy at the home base, who has to hit it with a bat. If he hits it, then he has to book it to the next bases and get back to the home base. Then the team gets a point," he attempted to condense the sport, not including any other rules aside from the basics. He enjoyed the game, though any time he tried playing with others, he didn't exactly succeed. Babe briefly remembered the times he had played with the guys at his high school, and gave another shake of his head.

"Christ," he muttered under his breath, chuckling before lifting his honey gaze to Imperia. It was only then that he became conscious of how much he had talked, which caused him to swallow roughly. He took another drag of his cigarette to ease his nerves, but coughed by the hastiness of his moves. When he recovered, cheeks still tinged a faint pink, his gaze turned to Aleksei. The Russian seemed to be having some trouble deciphering their conversation, which he felt somewhat guilty for. Julian and himself were talking rather quickly, which was normal considering it was their native language. It would have been arduous for himself to listen to Russian or French if two of the speakers were from their respective country. "Good to meet ya too, Aleksei," Babe replied with a polite bob of his head, cigarette between his lips once more.