Naviira watched the carcass of the old cow. Her eyes went glassy as the she-wolf sniffed the air. To her left was a very tall he-wolf, with long silky ebony fur, slightly flecked with dark grey. He had long sturdy legs and wide paws.
Naviira’s muscles locked, never had she seen another wolf in this area since the explosion. Her heart skipped, realising he had the same long fur on his ear tips, fur beneath his pads and the long tail of a mountain wolf.
She puffed out her chest and squared her shoulders, making herself look as big as possible, as she was a small wolf. She looked him over quickly, he seemed like he’d be a good fighter.
Naviira opened her jaws to let out a loud confident yip.
Forgetting all abou the carcass.

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The male’s attention deserted the carcass upon a yip from the nearby canid. His visionaries locked onto the fae, taking note of her relatively petite build, rising crest. A confident stance. Dominant. Perhaps curious. Yiska shifted himself forward and studied her features. ’Strange.’

Hardly any wolf came up along this silver ridge. The terrain was harsh, vegatation scarce, prey restricted. Two legs tended to venture around theses territories. Just the mention of two legs would send a whole pack into a panic. No challengers would travel around theses parts with two legs around. That was in fact the main reason the sire came up here. Two leg behavior is strange, yet predictable. A wolf would know when to flee and when to advance upon a group it said wolf were to study the two legs. They were boisterous and rambunctious. Something most prey item disliked. That would cause the prey of wolves to travel further south. Towards the cliffs. Hunting was made- possible due to them.
(It’s fine, I understand people have lives outside of Lioden ^^)

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Thankyou so much for understanding

Naviira looked wide eyed at the handsome wolf. Never had she seen another wolf here and she turned that thought in her mind over and over, making her fur rise with excitement. She tried to control herself, knowing that she should stand with her head held high and chest puffed out to show she was a wolf of high status, but it had been so long since she had seen another wolf.
She didn’t care if he was a rouge or wolvenking; he was a wolf.
She let her teeth sink into the fresh meat of the cow she had killed and walked with long steps towards the he-wolf.
Dropping her kill at his paws, she sat down, letting her long legs rest in a sitting position.
She was vulnerable in this position, but she was sure of her fighting skills and let her muscles fence incase she needed to jump up and defend herself.
Opening her jaws, her even, voice thick with accent came from her throat.
“I am Naviira, last remaining of the Howling Winds, highest rank of warrior: General, who might you be?”

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Yiska kept his hues on the fae. Her movements, posture, tone, all suggested she meant to converse passively. However all could change in a single moment. The thought of a possible attack caused him to tense his muscles. If he were to resist an assault he would need to be prepared. His gaze dropped towards the flesh along the cracked soil. Although the gift that had been laid at his mitts indicate the she-wolf's respect for the rouge, he knew all respect would cease to exist, for most pack wolves loathed rouges. His appendage flicked while he looked down upon her. His title had been stripped from him many moons ago. He was no longer birth pack's beta. No longer a 'proper' wolf. Therefor his introduction wouldn't be as adequate.

"Yiska, last of the Coniferous Lupines" He responded blandly.

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When the wolf didn’t mention his title, Naviira suspected that he didn’t have one. The fur on the back of her neck started to rise and her eyes narrowed.
No one knew about the impact that rouges had on her pack, well just before she made a pack: she used to have a mate, Auralan, together they had three pups, Moriko, Kasumi and Belto. Belto had been a still born; and never grew to feel the fresh air on her face. While Kasumi and Moriko thrived. One day, she had found her beloved mate and she-pup, Kasumi; slaughtered.
By rouges
Blinking away the start of tears Naviira tried to control herself, she knew that not all rouges were that way; and she smiled her toothy grin at him. One that wa more stupid that friendly.
“Why might you be here?”

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The sire flicked his audits at the forced benign gestures. It was clear she interpreted his lack of title negatively. However she attempted to make amends with the sire which was much appreciated. There was certain difficulty most pack wolves dealt with when conversing with a rouge. The femora managed this quite well. Slowly, he loosened his posture, cranium parallel with his spine and gaze.

“I happen to be trailing a herd of wapiti." He stated.

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Naviira’s eyes sparkled, conversing with another wolf had lifted her spirits more than they ever had been in a year.
She dipped her head, showing her understanding.
“Ah, elk i suppose that we got lucky; I’ve not seen many herds around this territory in a while, I don’t think there is much food left here, but I can’t leave, especially when this is my packs home.” Her voice was thick with the slurred accent that she clung to so dearly. One of the only things that remained of her identity as a pack wolf.
“What is your name?”
Naviira thought about showing respect to the sire by giving him a nasikah, but her jaws stayed open after asking the question, was it wise?
She decided that the only way that this wolf was going to see that she really did give him respect was by giving a nasikah.
“Wolf of dark winter cave”

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Yiska gave a slow nod as she began about the elk being pure luck. It was true. Most barren areas are not suitable for the bovine, too little vegetation, scarce amounts of water, high radiation levels, etc... Elk rarely travel along this rigid paths towards the smoothed ash painted cliffs. The sire's thoughts were broken as the wolf asked for his name yet again. He made no remark. Perhaps she was 'excited' to communicate with another of her species and happened to have forgotten his name. Nevertheless he responded with a thoughtful growl.

"Yiska of the Coniferous Region." He paused to admire her framework. His gaze lingered whilest his mandibles parted once more, "Might I ask have you seen any additional lupines during the past moon cycle, General Naviira of The Howling Winds?"

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Realising that Naviira had had a rush of excitement and launched herself blindly into the conversation, without the regards of etiquette or posture made her claws sink into the ruined earth.
‘made a fool of myself again’
As he referred to her with the grace and praise of a high ranked wolf, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had been in that position once.
Being called general again made her feel extra confident, as fierce pride ran through her tendons.
“I’m sorry to say that I haven’t, Yiska. You are the first wolf I’ve seen in over ten moon cycles!”

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His mandibles quivered as she mentioned he was her first sighting after many moons. Was it possible the whole species had abandoned this region in search of security and prey? Perhaps the two legs caught those who trekked up north and eliminated said wolves. During theses seasons two legs often pilfered a coat from a lupine. Due to their nature, the fur along their crowns was their only protection from the muffled rays of sun and high radiation levels. Yiska had seen several two legs up close when he plundered their camps in search of edible substances.

The sire shook his hide briefly, "I'm not surprised." He mused with a sigh, "Due to the explosion wolves as a species now have qualities of evanescence."

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She let a low pitched sigh escape from her black lips, what the sire said was true, sadly her own surviving pack had left, becoming like shadows, in this territory; getting scarcer and scarcer. Until they were all gone.
The wolves had left because of three things; the first was because of the two legs, who would take the lives of wolves, for their highly protective pelts; Naviira had seen from afar what these pelts were used for.
The second reason was that there was no prey left, why would a smart wolf stay in an area with no elk or hare, moose or deer.
The third was that her pack was a very old one, going back countless moons, and their territory was sacred, it had all been to much, for a few. To see their land turned to ash.

Naviira couldn’t help but feel angry that her pack, and lots of other wolves had run, tails between their legs. When they should have stood and fought.
‘This wolf did’
“I know you might not accept this, but I miss the feeling of pelts and sound of my pack. May I join you; wherever you might be going. Or staying.”
For once she was nervous, awaiting the reply.

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As she asked for his companionship his heart began to race. Not out of excitement. Rather he felt concerned. Far from theses hills and cliffs there was limited prey, not enough to support two fully grown wolves, let alone a single adult. With two, there was always a challenge of entering a territory unnoticed. The scents would be stronger. If a lone wolf were to be discovered by a pack, it would be simple for him to flee without worrying about a follower. Worrying about the additional lives at risk. However if one were to get in a tight space it would help to have an allies to assist. Four extra mitts, an extra set of ivories ready to engage in combat, an extra set of audits and optics. A threatening duo they could be. With an ally hunting larger prey would prove manageable.

Amber visionaries washed over Navirra's frame. She had evenly toned muscles, powerful stance and a high rank. Evidently she should be an excellent out in the 'fields'. If she wasn't there wouldn't have been a freshly killed elk carcass coated with her scent. A large elk rather. The sire licked his nares. ‘Would it be wise?’

"I wouldn't mind the companionship of a fellow wolf."

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The sire replied.
For a long time, Naviira had never talked to any wolf apart from herself; witch she disapproved of since that was something a mentally weak wolf would do. She had tracked these mountain ranges for so long alone she almost forgot what another wolf smelt like.
Now she had been accepted to stay with another wolf and go wherever he was going, she couldn’t believe it.
“I promise to not be annoying, and I’ll keep up and hunt and track...”
She shut her jaws abruptly, blushing with embarrassment that she had acted like a pup on their first day out.
“Sorry” she sighed, taking a step forward to sniff gently at yiska’s shoulder.
“You don’t know how much this means to me.”

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Yiska chuckled, his low gruffs rolling off his salmon ribbon with ease. "No need to apologize for your behavior." Steadily, he advanced a few steps to sniff her lowered crest. Beyond the odor of ash and debre, the floral scent of fresh herbs entered his nares. He took a moment to take note of her scent if the two were to get separated for some reason. While she focused on his mid frame region, the male's mandibles traced along her front limb towards her brisket. It was clear she was an experienced Las. Her scent gave way her age, sex, and health. He paused briefly, pulled his cranium back and relaxed his frame.

It was rather strange yet comforting to have another wolf along side him. Perhaps it had been many moon cycles since he last heard the strong heart beats of packmates? Possibly years? Possiblely. Despite the long gaps of interaction with fellow lupines and the fact that they was still acquaintances, he enjoyed Naviira's presence. It was clear. His feathery appendage was wagging moderately.

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