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Oh...

The snow was coming down in hill-sized amounts. Each dangerous dip, unearthed root, and jutting rock was smoothed into a flawless sheen of the fluffy white stuff. The gun-shot sound of the tightly wound thicket of alder trees as their thin trunks imploded was what had woken Sobriquet that morning. As she had stepped from her makeshift den of nondescript bushes, a tree had decided to pierce her with its frozen shards of sap and bark. Not a good start to a day with difficult weather.

My...

The Eastern wolf was perched on the large gnarled roots of willow tree. The wispy branches were one of the few kinds that never seemed to be covered with snow. This eliminated the looming annoyance of having snow dumped 'pon your head, but the tree itself was not great shelter. The narrowly muzzled think-tank of the fae was turned inward. Her smooth chocolate luminaries were tracing the patterns that marked the smooth bark, each of the dark marking distorted by the fish lens effect of this tree's coat of ice. She was thinking, an activity she never minded in this weather that wouldn't let you go anywhere anyway, thinking perhaps a bit too deeply of the future. Contemplating it, \What types of potential members would come to her? How would she greet them? Would she be challenged on first sight, stripped of this land she had come to know so well?/

What...

A bone brittling breeze whipped its way around counter clockwise beneath the branches. Hunching up her shoulder blades and fluffing up the grey-white pelt that insulated her flanks, she bowed her head and waited for the wind to pass. Once it had, she turned around and padded her way out from beneath the tree. Thinking would be for later. Quickly picking up her pace to keep her bodice warm, she was soon trekking her way straight down the center of territory. The sun casting its glow from the gray skies illuminated the lone set of paw prints she left in her wake. Her solitary day of patrolling her spacious borders was beginning, and couldn't wait. She hadn't marked the boundaries for nearly half a week now, and this storm wasn't going to pass.

Shall...

As she trotted over the snow covered scape, the trees around her began to thicken. The canopy developing above was doing a good job blotting out the worst of the snow, even with out leaves decorating their bare branches. Maybe she would make her home here tonight. It was the part of Iridiel that came closest to the mainland. The trees never grew closer than a three bounds apart, supplying ample room for prey and wolf to run side by side. By the smatterings of hoof prints pressed lightly into the snow, Sobriquet observed the quantity of food in the woodland. Counting each trail she found, keeping her mind busy as she trekked closer to the end of her lands.

I...

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The faint scent of herself high on a twisted looking birch tree was the first sign of her territories edge. Squatting at the base of the same tree, she refreshed the marker. Not bother trying to rub up against the tree as she had the first time. No scents would stick on ice or snow. Moving down hill in a wavering line, she marked the closest tree every five bounds of so until she reached the part of her lands that curled inwards. Pausing here, Sobriquet tasted the air. Not a single wolf had wandered here in a long while. Perhaps no one had ever walked the lands she now owned. The thought caused a glimmer of self-respect to race across her brain. A ghost of a smile played in the corners of her lips, tugging them up in a characteristic grin.

Do...

Pack mates would needed all the same. A winter in solitude and freezing temperatures was not one she meant to spend alone. One ivory paw lifted its sodden self from the snow. Pressing the cold paw pad to her curved chest cavity as she flung back her parted maw. A melody erupted from her gullet. A symphony, crisp with meaning and message carried her words in an echoing fashion over the tree tops and beyond. Sobriquet's smooth voice like the slick slid of paws over a frozen expanse of water.

With...

"I, Sobriquet, claim the forests, and icelands of Iridiel as my own. Challenging my listeners to journey here and face the judgement of the me and my weather. No weaklings will be welcomed, but warm acceptance is promised to others."[/b] Her single paw thudded to the ground as she snapped her jaws closed. The ring of her melody still bouncing around her. The pleasure of being able to sing such a song still caressing her tongue with the name of her land, Iridiel.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,70,true][bg=E5EACA] Kir stood on the edge of the tree line, he had been traveling for days now and he was starving. He was determined to find a meal. He picked up his feet into a rhythmical jog and made his own trail through the fresh fallen snow. The snow fell under his weight leaving a new trail. As he was jogging he stretched his neck, smelling the air. It smelt clean, but yet empty. It could be from the fresh snow fall? He thought to himself. Snow had a way of hiding scents. As Kir was deep in thought about the snow, he stumbled upon a large willow tree, with tracks beneath it. Kir approached the tracks carefully glancing around to see his surroundings, nothing but trees and a trail of lonely prints. He smelled the prints, they were some what fresh, but quickly disappearing from the falling snow. Kir loved tracking. It was like a game to him. So he gathered himself and started at a quick trot, following the prints. The wind was cool against his pelt, it was a nice cooling sensation. Kir lt his tail flow behind him, while he let his mind wander but kept his senses alert. He had figured from the sent left from the tracks that it was female. He wondered why she was alone? Where was she going? "Guess im gonna find out sooner or later." Kir smiled to himself. He slowed his pace down just in time to get a glimpse of grey in the white snow. Could that be the wolf he was tracking? He couldn't catch her sent as the wind was blowing the wrong way. So he just stood there and watched her. Her movements were definitely graceful, Kir agreed with himself. He felt a slight smile reach his lips as he sat there quietly watching the female wolf.

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This...

She angled her auditories forward and hesitated for an exaggerated moment as if a response to her howl would come instantly. Flicking her ears backwards so that they were pressed flat to her angular skull, she realized that no such thing was going to happen. The snow had slacked off considerably since she had first awoken. Now, it fell from the sky in the well dispersed flurries of a hazy white screen. Sobriquet got to her paws, deciding to continue her patrol and to return here later to see if any wolves were wandering around. Winding her way through the dark striped tree trunks as she padded towards the tundra section of Iridiel.

Right...

She trotted in a straight line for a good distance until she reached another distinctive willow tree. Pausing to brush herself against the chilly bark, she turned inward. The need to mark the part of her territory that butted up against the frigid ocean was non-existent. Until, that is, wolves began to take swimming lessons from the minnows. Sob shook her head from side to side. Letting the quiver travel down her spine and dislodge the snow from her gray-white pelt. \Perhaps someone had heard her call by now./ The infectious hope of the thought had her back tracking her paw steps.

Here...

Turning around full circle, she retraced her steps. Her paws slipping into the frosted grooves that she had previously etched into the snow coated ground. Sobriquet paused mid stride. One foreleg extended in front with her hind legs outstretched behind. Tilting her head to the right, she studied at the strangely shaped shadow before her with an even gaze. Her long banner curled forward in an arc above her head. Asserting her dominance and marking her as an alpha.

Hmmm...

"Step forward. State your name, and your purpose." Sob. spoke curtly to the base of the wolf sized shadow. Aggression was not in her voice, a tone of annoyance graced her words instead. The pure white tip inch of her tail drifted back and forth above her head distractedly as she spoke. her ears pricked for an answer.

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