The Densite - RP Area

Jeans looks at the hare in front of her. She pulls of a small part of the leg and says thank you and smiles.
She then eats the hare leg and soon sees its gone. As she licks her paws she looks out the den to see the sun slowly setting. She curls up into a ball looking around the pack and then closes her eyes for a quick rest.

Teron smiled,he felt happy he had finally found a pack that accepted him,despite his odd paw,he smiled once more than lied down.

Jeans awakes to hear a rustle outside the den. She slowly and quietly moves towards it. The rustle gets louder and Jeans braces herself, to find that its just a branch that fell off a nearby gum tree. The wind blows steadily and Jeans looks out at the night sky. She then moves back into the den and curls up into a ball as where she laid before.

I strode into the area in search of a meal perhaps. I caught a scent and perked up, quickening my pace a bit. Only soon after did I realize the scent was not that of prey, but of other canines. I curiously kept on, wondering as to what they must be doing. From the smell of it there were quite a few, not normal for typical life for myself. Not but a short walk later did I find myself in view of a few wolves. I dared to step forward, stopping a few feet off, "Why hello"

The fae pricked her ears, narrowing her eyes in the faint dawn light. Before her, standing tall, was another canine. Sparky noticed he had a very bold air about him, something that implied that this male was highly confident.

The white female stood tall; trying to appear larger than normal, but hardly suceeding. Sparky had had friendly communications with this species previously, and was rather interested in them. Flicking the tip of her tail, the fae opened her mouth. "Hello. And who are you, may I ask?"

"Roukan, and you are?" I inquired, making no attempt to act submissive, nor did I push my luck and flaunt myself as normal, tall and proud.

The fae flicked her left ear, slightly annoyed, as she sometimes could be. "Sparky. What is your business here? You had better not be taking our prey." The female raised her head, speaking bluntly.

"I might have been seeking a meal yea, but taking your prey, no" I answered airily, "You looking for someone to join your group, or is one such as I not allowed?" I added in a question simply.

Sparky's lip curled. "It depends. With an attitude like yours you're not going to last long around here." The fae stood taller, speaking with an edge of annoyance.

"An attitude eh? I'm simply being myself, is that a crime?" I asked, not wavering in confidence against the larger canine in the least.

"Nothing wrong with that." Sparky replied briskly. "If you're looking for trouble, I'd find it somewhere else." The fae widened her stance and held the dingo's eye contact.

"Well then lets get to the chase, instead of exchanging petty conversation. Am I leaving or am I staying, your choice" I stated abruptly.

"Huh, got a lot of pluck for a small canine." The surrounding trees stirred, twining the scent of the pack throughout the air. "Do you want to stay here? Are you looking for something like this? Can you handle this?" Sparky bombarded the brute with questions, each ending bluntly.

I clenched my teetg and ignored the pun about my size. "I thought it'd be nice to not be alone. Pshh can I handle this? More like can you handle me?" I answered haughtily.

The fae's eyes flashed angrily. "I was about to ask you the same question." She retaliated snappily. "You may stay, for now." Sparky moved as if to turn, but whipped back and clicked her sharp canines together. "But get on the wrong side of me, or anyone else, and you won't know what hit you."

I just snorted and turned tail, waving my tail high in the air, directly in front of her face. I walked over to a small patch of dry sparse grass and sat down, yawning.

I awoke from my nap, and saw a dingo laying in a patch of grass near the den. He doesn't smell as if he is danger. I thought. I slowly walk up to him I stop and then turn over to Sparky and walk over to the her asking, "Who is that?"

The female lifted her head, her muzzle dripping with water from the creek. "Roukan, a dingo." Sparky said briskly. "He's alright, just a little..." She shook her head, cutting herself off, the drops flying away. Striding up the slope, the fae called back to Jeans. "Go and introduce yourself."

I yawned as I woke up, rolling on my side in a vain attempt to fall back asleep. After a while of trying I gave up and sat up. I eventually got to my feet and shook out my fur before heading towards Sparky and another wolf for a drink. I kept my distance and lapped up some of the cool, clear fluid.

I raised my gaze after my drink, my eyes ladning on the wolf watching me. "Stalker much?" I snorted, curling my tail to my side.

The female turned away, flicking her ears rather dismissively at the other canine. "Whatever." Sparky muttered, thinking.