Life of the Wolves

This is just some RP I wanted to make. It's about wolves who are just living in a forest and they meet each other and ... I dunno, let's make something fun happen!

Name: Ayla
Age: 2 years
Description: Chestnut brown fur, light brown eyes.



Ayla trotted through the trees, stalking her prey carefully.
She had been hunting all day, tracking an injured deer.
She stopped and sniffed the air. Another wolf was close.
She growled softly.

*Can I join?*

*I'll join:
Name: Harpie
Age: 15 moons
Colouring: Blonde, dust coloured socks, muzzle and ears. Blue eyes.
Talent: Is Fearless*
Harpie stalked the rabbit. It was closer than she thought. She heard a defensive growl and shied away.

Name: Fendricala (Drila for short)
Age: 5 months
Fur: Silver
Talent: Running silently very fast
Gender: Female

*I'll join too!

Name:Angel
Age:6 months
Fur:Silver and light grey
Talent:Hunting
Eyes:Blue
Gender:Female*

Angel could smell 2 other wolves.She was stalking a foal at the time but she could leave it.She ran off in the direction of the scent making sure to follow it carefully.

Drila sensed competition. She silently padded through the trees, masking her scent with pollen, as she trodd on flowers. Other wolves were close, from the diffence in their smells, she knew they weren't from the same pack.

Angel could smell that one of the wolves had masked her scent but Angel could still smell her.Angel crept carefully and quietly closer and closer to the scent.She then saw a completely silver furred wolf ahead of her.She walked up and said "Hello,what's your name?Mine's Angel."

Drila growled. Although she was the younger wolf, she refused to roll onto her back and plead innocence. Fendricala was going to train to be alpha wolf. "Stay back. I'm strong!" Drila looked directly into Angel's eyes. A rude threat.

"I don't want to hurt you.I just want to be your friend."said Angel sadly.She started backing away."I guess that means you don't want to be my friend then."said Angel.She started to cry."I've never had any friends or family in my life.My mother and father died just after my birth and I' ve never been part of a pack.I'm kind of a loner.I just want a friend."

*Wolves can't cry. They also use gestures to commicate what they're saying. They rarely use sound.*

Drila wrikled her nose in a wolf smile, a welcome. "How many moons are you?" She averted her eyes, letting go of her threat, Angel had backed down.

*Moons mean months.*

"six.You?"she replied

"Five, but I am the strongest of the litter." She raised her hackles and flattened her ears. "Other wolves..."

"Other wolves....what?"asked Angel, still looking a little worried.

"Other wolves....what?"asked Angel, still looking a little worried.

"I smell two females from different packs. They're not growling." She masked her scent with more some moss mixed owl dung and trotted silently away to investigate. She ran so fast she knew Angel could no longer sense her.

Angel was tired but she got back on the trail of the deer she had been tracking before.She soon caught it.After having a well earned meal,she went to sleep.

*Anyone alive here?*

*What?*