This road goes on and on (Open!)

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" Tearen, the little mafia heir, strolled along the large and misty lake: It was late autumn, and dreary and wet out. The mist that shrouded the lake in the morning circled around the gangly pup, swirling around his dark navy blue form. Silver specks scattered across his fur, like the stars themselves, and even at this young age his silver eyes were rather flat, devoid of emotion, even as he frowned: Where was Banshee, anyways? Pandora really should join them sometime on their little escapades, it'd be much more interesting. He didn't know where he was, except somewhere East, and obviously at a lake. It was fairly cold, but his long hair protected him from the most of it. Still, he shivered. Long gangly legs, with large paws as he was just a two month old pup, he was rather thin too. He glanced anxiously around: Was anyone here? Would he meet new wolves, not that he really wanted to, maybe he'd meet a wolf his father had beaten or mother had sparred with: This added a little shine to his eyes, but it quickly died away as he realized that if they found out that him, or Banshee, were his poppa and momma's son, they wouldn't be too happy... So they'd have to stay incog... He puzzled over the word for a moment, stopping in his tacks: Incognito, that was it. He gave a small grin, which was rare for the pup: That would be fun enough. However, he was getting awfully bored: Trees, trees, some water, rocks, more trees... How tiresome.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] This time it had been Tearen's turn to pick the adventure and so Banshee had contented himself with following his brother into whatever mess the pair may have yet to create. This time the air got colder as they walked away from their home and the trees began to look very odd, for more and more trees without leaves began to appear. In fact, even the plants looked different, dark green and small leafy plants dotted the harder ground. Nose kept low Banshee moved in a zig zag pattern, memorizing all the new scents to the best of his capacity, which wasn't saying much considering he had yet to identify a single smell. This land was covered in a weird cloud, where they walking up to the sky? Scampering ahead to keep up with his brother he tried to look through the clouds. It looked like a giant Clear-Eyed Pool was up ahead, the waves sparkling dully in the emerging sun. It almost looked like the ocean, but Banshee could not smell any salty air. In fact the air was fresh and perfumed with a strong and rich aroma from the thick flora that grew in the forest. But Banshee could not identify any of this and simply contented himself with enjoying the experience. His sister seldom accompanied the young males on their explorations, and it was a pity for three could have much more fun then two surely. It is obviously because males are smarter, deduced the little wolf, for we escape mother and father without any problem. Smirking it was plain to see the cocky male the pup would become as he aged, his head already filled with the grandeur of his being and the monumental pull he had on the earth. It was really a simple concept, he was the Don's son and he knew that if anyone ever bothered him he could get his poppa to have them assassinated. Assassinated, yes, he thought gleefully, what a wonderful word for it must be quite important as his momma only ever whispered about it in front of him. Maybe one day he could assassinate, though what he had yet to fathom. Whining he trotted ahead, "Teareeeen, when we gonna stop and wrestle?" Banshee simply loved to wrestle, his added size often gave him the advantage and the exhilaration of the fight was already coursing in his blood and his genes inherited from his hot headed father. Admittedly it had gotten the Don rather far in life, but the older lupus had learnt how to master this desire to kill and harness it for his advantage where as his little son was just beginning to discover the joys of fighting. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Tearen]

He he he... Just waiting for a pack member to reply so it becomes a little more interesting,, Som.

[Chance]

The morning chill soaked into the Kieyou's bones as he circled the lake. The ground was shrouded in mist which hid prey from the small male's view. A hunting expedition might have been thwarted but being this high did give Chance the time to clear his head. At first he had thought his decision to join a new pack may have been too hasty but it had turned out to be a good choice. He still felt that gaping ache but hunting for the pack, having a purpose helped him immensely.

Wind filled his wings as he banked, rounding the lake once more. The mist began to clear and two figures caught Chance's attention. Two small figures, pups, young ones at that. He wondered who they belonged to, he hadn't thought there were any mother in the pack. At least not that he knew of. Worried about why such young pups were doing without a parent he fluttered down to intercept them. He landed skillfully in front of the two and instantly recognized their scent.

While Chance had never meet a Mafia wolf he had done his fair share of traveling. He knew of most of the packs in existence, and had briefly stopped in the jungle for a night of rest. He had never once left the trees in fear of running into one of the dastardly wolves. If their were Mafia pups in the Accord Mafia wolves couldn't be too far behind. Chance swallowed, why did it have to be him who found them. Then again they were just pups, he couldn't condemn them because of where they came from.

"Are you two lost?" he asked gently, not quite sure how to treat them.