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[Ianthe]

Ianthe padded through the small grove of trees she had claimed as her own. This was the starting of her pack lands and the starting of a new life for the downtrodden and alone. She wouldn't turn away a wolf based only on looks no, it would take something pretty bad to get her to turn away someone. Especially since she knew what it was like to live with nowhere to go. She knew that feeling all to well. But now she was the Alpha of her own pack, Itaan. She would be a leader of hope and not discouragement like so many others. The first would to be to recruit more members.

Having her own lands meant nothing if she couldn't call upon others to trust her enough to live under her rule. A sound flocked in the background and feet sounded as though they were scurrying about under the trees. So she had finally found something to eat? The young forest that she had claimed as her own was full of prey and perfect for a growing pack to get established upon. The trees stood shorter than she, well most of them. Some of them had already gotten a bit on the bigger side.

She bounded forward carefully, tracking the movement of the small rodent and tracking where the wind was blowing her scent. It wasn't in her favor this time but perhaps she could beat her scent to the rabbit and make a meal of it anyways.

[Chrono]

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[atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/Tables/chrobg.gif] He simply could not avert his eyes from it, that gray beclouded sky looming over him. Those fluffy, amorphous obstructions gliding listlessly overhead created a shaded overcast, effectively deforming the late evening - or maybe it was the branches twining above that prevented light from spilling through. Was it daytime? Was it twilight? Chrono could not have told you these things for his internal clock and sense of perception were off by hours, maybe even days. He had merely decided to ignore the transitions that governed the passage of time, something every individual plaintively bemoaned the lack of. Such silliness, if one simply chose to forget that their routinely duties were dictated by the position of a flaming sphere then they had an abundance of time, a sufficient amount of freedom for which to be used at their discretion. Because who had ever declared that they needed to sleep when the moon rose, to wake when the sun peeked over the horizon? Why uphold these practices when those who had taught them were long since dead and gone? Again, Chrono could not answer such an inquiry if it were presented to him. Perhaps it was nostalgia that prompted them to lower their heads to the loam when darkness slithered over them, a tribute to happier years that invoked consciousness when the daylight brightened their dens. But he had no time for reflective attributions to impede his daily performances, policies adhered to in his formative years were not so commonplace anymore. Rain had been falling steadily, bathing the region in a shower of mildly acidic liquid that would nourish the greenery that had returned. But now there were no suspicious rain clouds to be seen. Almost a disappointing. The rains had been moderately cool, a godsend to those unable to beat the pre-summer humidity that reigned in the recent days. Chrono admitted that the heat bothered him; he disliked the clammy atmosphere that the season brought. He walked the dimly lit pasture with his usual languid, unhurried gait, his pelt in a state of disarray from padding about in the early showers. It was obvious to any onlooker that he had been meandering this freely under these conditions for some time. The moisture had penetrated the layers of his coat, the strands heavy dampened, so much so that the strands of his fur clung together in unsightly clumps and was drying as such. His trek had left his cerulean paws begrimed with sludge that overcame the beatific hue. The distended hairs of his chest and underside, thighs and tail tip, were no exceptions to this rule. They had also suffered a liberal coating of grime until the merle blue shag was thick with muck and water. But true to form, Chrono did not seem to mind it, ignoring the plight of his appearance as he did a great deal other things. He’d disregarded those early habitual traditions and embraced his not so newfound liberty each day. He operated whenever he saw fit, rising in the evening and not succumbing to fatigue until the later dawn the next day. He hunted where prey was abundant, pack property or not. Borders staking claims to quadrants of land were discounted and crossed, the theory of action and consequence gone. He did as he pleased, as he pleased and would not trade it for the world. Admittedly there were days where he longed for the warmth of another body at his side, but there was always a female that found him fetching enough to pursue. There were times when his stomach roared incessantly because food was unattainable but he conquered that weakness with smaller morsels opposed to the preferred larger meals. There were hardships in every lifestyle; his was no exception to that logic. So he took all in stride, the strife and the sickness, the belligerence and the benevolence but only gave a fraction of it back and only on a whim. And now he was again exercising his independence by traipsing through the newly claimed territory of Iantha. He didn't yet know its rulers and couldn't quite bring himself to care. But an interesting scent was wafting past his nostrils now and he was compelled to entertain himself with company. No sooner had he decided this did the sightly white mass come into view, a female leaping freeky before him as she pursued some unseen target. "If you're imitating a hare I can assure you've captured its mannerism quite well." he mused aloud approaching from the wolf's right and standing inconspicuously by leaning a shoulder on a near tree.

[Ianthe]

The blades of grass that the white wolf jumped on seemed to reach up and tickle her nose just when she had decided to inhale. Her overly large paws were the cause of her clumsiness and she sneezed at the touch. The rabbit she had been so diligently tracking heard this and it was the final straw for the little one. It bounded away in a successfully more graceful manner than she had been doing only moments ago. The hunt wouldn't have ended in her favor anyway, considering that at that moment a male decided to intrude. The scent was unfamiliar and Ianthe was intrigued.

Was it someone looking to join Itaan or someone looking to try and take it away from her? Both were a possibility and both were just as likely as the other. The lands that Itaan currently held were stocked well with prey and space, perfect for a growing pack and perfect for growing families. There only seemed to be one of them though and usually thieving parties were in groups of three or more. He seemed relatively safe enough. The comments even seemed to be on the innocent side, even if they were slightly mocking. Her eyes held a smile that couldn't be mimicked by her face.

"If I were to be mimicking a rabbit then I think I need some more practice for their seems to be a strange wolf about..."

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She straightened up, as an Alpha should, holding her head up a little higher than she usually did.

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[Chrono]

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[atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/Tables/chrobg.gif] Yes he did seem cordial did he not? The pale visage exuding a magnetic charisma held no hostile or nefarious indicators to belie his adopted demeanor. The lord’s slanted garnet pools took in the she-wolf of similar color to his own and offered her a mirthful smile that looked no more dangerous in nature then that of a Cheshire Cat perhaps. That lone gesture might awaken suspicion or be wholly bypassed as a feasible reason to ostracize him. Which ever the female chose would not bear down on him any sense of indignation – one can hardly offend a wolf without morals. “Strange am I?” he chortled haughtily, swinging his tail in a playful manner but moving no closer to the female then what had been allowed. The dark fur outlining his eyes made his stare eerie, gazing out with phantom laughter. “I prefer to be called…” he paused, angling his dome toward the obscured heavens and turning over the many useful descriptive terms that wandered the corridors of his mind, a smile forever gracing his lips. “An eccentric.” He spoke at last, refocusing his leering gaze on the Alpha female who had just drawn herself up to the height of her posture. He found her silly for that. Why express such useless bravado in the face of a nameless vagrant, let alone a male such as himself. Her stance quickly nominated her to be the figurehead of this territory and therefore if any individuals were seeking a place to steal for themselves, she became an instantaneous target. And what with her being alone as she was now, she certainly wouldn’t hold her own for long. It was absurd to cling to tradition and etiquette that got you killed. Of course Chrono was too much the gentleman to speak his founding logic aloud; he valued his privileges as a living resident of the Earth too greatly to be foolish like that. “I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you are her Ladyship Ianthe?” he said with a quirked brow and sly debonair resurfacing.