Post by Kae on Oct 28, 2010 8:49:17 GMT -5
Orca grinned toothily at Monroe, pondering what damage would be done to him if not for the nearby presence of the Guardians. He seemed harmless, though, so she was able to ignore him for now as they continued on; her primary attention was on the pack. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched each of the males, judging and categorizing as was her habit.
Hakurou: a newcomer she knew little about. He looked strong and war-torn, aggressive, with many scars; over confident, perhaps. She'd keep an eye on him.
McKenna and Nero she knew. They were both confident wanderers, content to be on their own; she had crossed paths with either of them many times, and they tended to be aloof. Nero was more tolerant of her company, but they'd never really spent much time together. Neither struck her as very ambitious, but then she wasn't, either. She wouldn't rule them out completely, as they at least were known quantities and older members of the pack.
Ignoring the few curl-tails trailing along behind them, she brought her thoughts to the pupsitter. Dust seemed tolerant of his high tail and dominant body posture, and he looked to be a very powerful wolf, physically. He didn't act like an omega, and his oddly-behaved pup seemed dedicated to proving himself, in spite of possibly having something wrong in the head. Was he the father? The fact that the pup, while so young and just gaining length in his legs, was running on his own with the pack made her understand better why Dust was tolerant of their presence. Blast's death had left an opening. If the large black wolf had stepped into that role... hm, curious that he had a pup, as it was a distraction from the duties of a Miseo. If he was to be Miseo, though, that ruled him out of being beta. He was simply one she needed to figure out the status of, when he was toting around a pup.
She had time, though. There was much time before the next breeding season. Best to focus on testing and, as always, survival.
Orca ran up along the thin trunk of a tree that had fallen sometime in the summer, wedging itself against another, before she sailed back down to the trail on light paws, feeling her toes sink into the moist, cool earth. There was very little bounce to her step as she ran, just a smooth grace. Her thoughts were moving on like the tide as she remembered her previous two autumns and winters, and their new prey: geese.
Hakurou: a newcomer she knew little about. He looked strong and war-torn, aggressive, with many scars; over confident, perhaps. She'd keep an eye on him.
McKenna and Nero she knew. They were both confident wanderers, content to be on their own; she had crossed paths with either of them many times, and they tended to be aloof. Nero was more tolerant of her company, but they'd never really spent much time together. Neither struck her as very ambitious, but then she wasn't, either. She wouldn't rule them out completely, as they at least were known quantities and older members of the pack.
Ignoring the few curl-tails trailing along behind them, she brought her thoughts to the pupsitter. Dust seemed tolerant of his high tail and dominant body posture, and he looked to be a very powerful wolf, physically. He didn't act like an omega, and his oddly-behaved pup seemed dedicated to proving himself, in spite of possibly having something wrong in the head. Was he the father? The fact that the pup, while so young and just gaining length in his legs, was running on his own with the pack made her understand better why Dust was tolerant of their presence. Blast's death had left an opening. If the large black wolf had stepped into that role... hm, curious that he had a pup, as it was a distraction from the duties of a Miseo. If he was to be Miseo, though, that ruled him out of being beta. He was simply one she needed to figure out the status of, when he was toting around a pup.
She had time, though. There was much time before the next breeding season. Best to focus on testing and, as always, survival.
Orca ran up along the thin trunk of a tree that had fallen sometime in the summer, wedging itself against another, before she sailed back down to the trail on light paws, feeling her toes sink into the moist, cool earth. There was very little bounce to her step as she ran, just a smooth grace. Her thoughts were moving on like the tide as she remembered her previous two autumns and winters, and their new prey: geese.