Growling and Fierce (Joining)

[fallen]

Platinum eyes scanned the red land of sand, that made him feel quite thirsty. He was already panting, and desprately wanted a pond, river, ocean, puddle, anything. His tail wagged slightly, just to cool his non wet fur. He sighed as he sat in the middle of the open space, and looked around with visable excitement. He had been watching the pack that had taken residents here, and hoped he too could be a good part of this pack. He slowly laided down, waiting to see if anyone would come, maybe a pack leader, so he could talk with them. His eyes slowly began to close, and he soon fell into a light doze.

Fallen slept for awhile, his dreams muddy, no topic, no pictures that he would be able to remember once he would awaken. He awoke with a slightly startle, most likely for his unrememberable dream, and he sighed quite visably. He then stood up, and started to groom his fur, which was now quite dirty, and desprately wanted to run away, and find a pond, but he waited patiently, wanting someone, anything, to come.

[Gypsy]

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[atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/34z0jf9.jpg] The sun was setting once she stepped back over the threshold of her packlands. At least the weather was starting to cool, the days were becoming shorter and her ventures were becoming longer. She was restless, Rawls had disappeared again, which irked her more than anything. She had no claim on him, but he was really the only thing keeping her in this pack. The pull was becoming weaker though. The black, thin, and dainty looking sennyo moved with liquid grace over the dry landscape. Her cold blue eyes were staring off into space, she was distracted and bored at the same time. Her blue-morpho butterfly wings fluttered softly, casting a light breeze over her silky pelt. Her thoughts were on distant lands and bitter memories. Her velvety maw carried a pair of plump tubers, freshly dug up from far away. It took her a while before she smelled the intruder. Her eyes iced over and her face became emotionless. There were so many damn wolves in this pack. She hated it. She came over a slight hill to see what looked like a lupus. Since her mouth was full she could not utter a word. She growled a warning, as well as an announcement that he was resspassing. Her feather-light tail floated up to a more dominate position. She waited for the male to turn to look at her.