The Densite - RP Area

I shrugged and with a yawn let myself flop onto the ground, draping my paws into the water.

I looked at the water after hearing what Sparky had said. I looked over to the dingo and tilted my head a bit to the left. I walked over to him and then said shyly, "My name is Jeans. Its nice to meet you... I haven't seen many dingo's around these parts." I turned to face an old gum tree not far away. It had some small bushes under it. "Nice to meet you anyway." I said before leaving the area in a calm and steady walk.
When I reached the gum tree, I sniffed it and then the bush. I couldn't find signs of fruit or berries to feed me and the pack even though I am not a hunter I can still find the things we need to survive. I looked down and sniffed the ground. I started digging and found a few grubs. I picked the five up in my mouth and walked over to the den. The grubs were dying and so I placed them on a eucalyptus leaf and looked at the pack.

Sparky rolled her eyes at the male's laid-back attitude. Turning to face Roukan, the female barked. "You. Roukan. Come with me." The fae trotted over and looked him in the eye, although she kept her distance. "Now."

"Hi, I'm Roukan" I said passively to the wolf. "What?" I asked Sparky, slowly getting up and walking over in no hurry.

Sparky clicked her teeth together impatiently. "You're going to be of no use hunting if you are always this slow." The fae turned and began loping evenly away from the thin creek. "Come on, we're all hungry and it's time we tasted something other than hares." The female flicked her hind paws, kicking up earthy dust, and headed for Morangatta Cattle Farm.

I sped up, keeping my pace even with hers just to prove her wrong. "I am only slow when I want to be" I snorted, pushing ahead even thought I didn't know were exactly this cattle farm was.

Mystic watches cautiously as the new dingo and Sparky head off for a hunt. With nothing left for her to do, the charcoal and snowy she-wolf trotted over to the den to peer inside. Seeing only a couple of wolves within the shelter she walks at a steady pace over to a nearby eucalyptus tree. There, she lays down in the shade and looks around boredly.

Sorry Mystic, I must have skipped that part.

Jeans sniffed the ground and saw Sparky and Roukan moving towards the ranch. Jeans layed down and closed her eyes once again to comfortly nap.

(What??)

Mystic rolls onto her side and lays her head on the earth. She sneezes as she closes her eyes, then falls asleep slowly.

The female entered the densite area, pushing through the shrubbery towards the wolves that were lying about. As she tugged the carcass along behind her, the scent of food flooded the clearing.

Pulling it up next to a small rock, Sparky dislodged her teeth from the calf's body and barked to the others, informing them of the availible meal.

Glancing behind her to see whether Roukan had arrived yet, the fae settled down to knaw on one of the carcass's legs. "So much for not being slow." Sparky muttered into the limb.

I padded in a while after, having wandered off and gotten myself lost. I sat down a ways off, knowing I probably wouldn't eat till last as I was just the newbie oddball.

I sat down, eventually ending up rolling over on my side, pawing at a rock absentmindedly.

My ears perked, catching several scents on the breeze. I distinguished two of them as wolf, but dismissed it, thinking they are members of the pack I had yet to meet.

The brute stopped, as he felt he was in unknown territory. The baking Austrailian sun took his toll on him, as he wasn't quite used to the intense heat. Fin stepped up on a small hill or bump and looked towards the horizon. His wet black nose lifted into the humid air, trying to smell something. The scent was that of a pack of wolves that he had never seen before. He sat down, not wanting to go introduce himself.

Mystic wakes up under the eucalyptus tree, feeling slightly sluggish. She flickers her ears around as she listens to rustling in some shrubs nearby. Wolves? She rises and shakes her pelt, before trotting over to the sound. Picking up some interesting smells as she goes, per pace quickens, curious as to how many wolves there are around the area. She stops suddenly, surprised by the sound of a wolf stepping on a twig. The fae continues on towards the noises and the smells, hoping these were wolves interested in becoming part of the Outback Pack. 

Mystic stops in her tracks at the sound of more rustling. Before she could make sence of what was going on, she jumped back after being surprised by a wolf who sprang up in front of her. She stands up, tail high and ears perked towards the moon above them. Narrowing her eyes a bit, she examines the wolf. "Who are you?"