I'm down. Lets just touch.

[hOwL]

Moves where quick and well rhythmic as she carried her female frame over the lands that was now known as 'pack' territories. What a freaking joy. She slowed her sprint to a low trot. Her hips and shoulder moving swiftly as her head was raised at the perfect angle, triangles raised taking in the sounds of the forest and normal. She was traveling through a mousiness area. Which was marked as White Mist she believed. She stopped and looked over her shoulder as she felt somebody fallowing her. Only to know that it was just the sheer gentle spirit of her aunt Silenthowl. She twitched her black nose and turned back around walking down the trail. Thoughts about that male she had meant not to long ago lingered and bugged her thoughts with annoyance. She stopped at a steep edge and looked down from it. Now what? she asked herself and sat down just to take in the wonderful view.

[Sivoncé™]

The black smear on the white and gray horizon was heading at a swift speed into the heart of the cold season, the Mountains of Endless Winter. He'd first gotten the idea when he was in the clearing by the Shanti River with Secret Fang and that annoying little twat, Sanceul. He accelerated faster, the winds whipping frost in his face as he ascended the sharp inclinations into the mountains. But Damien did not care that the earth was cold and white;; in fact, it absolutely delighted him. He was freezing, true; his body was so accustomed to living in extreme heats that this cold was quite a shock. The many shivers that ran down his spine were resounding motions of the elation running through his spirit. His paws and pelt were dappled with white, as his feet kicked up piles of snow when he ran.
He did not spot Secret Fang when he came over the rise, as his joy was his focus. The joy as his black pelt was tussled and tossed by fast winds, the complete celebration of his sudden tumbled into a large snow drift.
He howled as an automatic shock reflex, then broke into laughter as he suddenly found himself completely buried in snow.
He couldn't help but roll for a few feet, the cold sending another severe series of cold shivers down his back, but he only laughed them off.
Wow. Winter. This is winter....
Well, I really won't be around long enough to know what it feels like when Fall turns to Winter in the valley.....
Or even when Summer turns to Fall? I might be around for the official crossover, but not long enough to feel the actual change.
Well, this isn't so bad, definitly gonna be frozen soon, but I can wait it out a bit longer...
He froze, finally sighting Secret Fang by the cliffside.
"Er....hello," he woofed awkwardly, wondering if she spotted his oh-so graceful dive into the snow.

[hOwL]

Crisp cold air filled her longs as she let out a soft sigh of relief at the temperature she was used to being in. Tiny little snowflakes clinged to the ends of her fur softly...dotting her all around yet naturally. She looked up to the purple swirled sky. No matter how summer it could be in the mountain's it would always be the wonderful winter season. She looked down from it into the emerald forest that held life. Getting in a better mood, she thought about new things she would face...and would most likely achieve. Her thoughts broke as she bolted away frightened at a sudden BOOM. Pissed she turned around her beautiful fur standing on ends she dared to bare her fangs that never bared without reason. From the whiteness of the snow came his figure. The so called 'male' from the lake, yet her tense posture did not relax. She eyed him as he said hello, taking in a deep breath she forced herself to relax.
Relax...maybe it wasn't his intention to fallow you here.
She told herself and nodding briskly at this.
Hello. I see you like the vast cotton feeling of brisk winter now do we? she woofed to him. Actually bothering to have a little bit of her softer side toward him. Maybe because yet he had not harmed her....or didn't look like he was. But to tell you the truth it was never to leave soon. Her hostility was there...that fear was there too. Yet it was thinner and well not really fillable. She giggled softly swishing her tail to the ground picking up a wave of snow and letting it splash over him. Shaking her rather thick pelted coat she walked some ways, away from him...perfect long paw prints dotting the ground. Longer then most wolves....but this was understood. She was a different breed...this was OK was it? She looked back at him and flashed him a soft almost delicate smile vanishing as she looked away toward the scenery again.

[Sivoncé™]

She seemed hesitant again, and he felt his mind wondering why once more. She was strong, beautiful -- why should she be so tense? In his world, this meant you flaunted yourself, you bragged, you had absolute infinite confidence and never faltered around anyone. Perhaps this was not the way it went in the living world;; or maybe regions differed. He knew from Redfang's tales that mountain wolves tended to be....of a rougher persona. Not necessarily stronger in brute srength, just different, and their personality measured their sometimes violent ways.
Or maybe I scare her. Really, It wouldn't surprise me, he thought bitterly.
It's kind of weird how I ran into her again -- I didn't think I would ever see her again. Well hopefully I don't run into Sanceul again....well, they didn't seem to know each other. Or like each other, for that matter....what little they did meet with each other. So at least I can trust they wouldn't be travelling together.
"Cotton? That's something I've never felt, Miss. But it is nice -- the snow, as you call it. This is the only snow I've ever seen. My homeland is just the opposite," he woofed, voice contemplative. "I live in the lands of blazing summer, you could say,"

[hOwL]

She picked her frame up and looked at him strangely. Never? she questioned this confused her. I mean who hasn't felt cotton? She twitched her black nose at him and sat down swishing her tail over at her side neatly folding it over her long slender paws. Well...just imagine it softer...realllllllll softer....like a new born pups fur. She told him closing her multicolored eyes smiling softly at a memory that she made with another female herb healer that was her mentor. She opened her eyes and smiled down at the ground looking back up at him. Unlike you I lived in the cold all my life....summer? Not really my thing. she told him tossing her muzzle back to her thick fur softly. She shook her fur slightly loving the cool rush that seeped through her fur.

[Sivoncé™]

He smiled sadly. "That sounds nice...." he woofed softly, thinking of this cotton. Redfang hadn't told him of cotton. He supposed that she'd deducted his depression and had decided to keep some small, insignificant details out of her stories....details that would only make him hurt and saddened even more.
Maybe I'll find cotton before I leave.....
He mentally added it to a mile-long and running bucket list.
"Hm, I suppose it would be really uncomfortable for a mountain wolf," he speculated dryly. Really, he didn't know summer much, either. He knew for a fact Secret Fang's long pelt wouldn't have anything to do with her discomfort in Hellfire ;; her coat would've been singed until thickness wasn't the issue anymore. But he could guess, from the cold that was nipping at his bones, that being in a very hot place would be just as discomforting for her as this cold was for him -- even though he marveled at it.
"To be quite honest, as lovely as the white is, I could never live in it," he admitted. "My body simply isn't built for such weather," he shivered. "So what brings you up here? I thought you were all for exploring stuff down there," he nodded to the evergreen forests that littered the nearby lands, referring the these very woodlands and the rolling territories beyond, shourded in thick mists.

[hOwL]

She nodded at his words softly looking over the snow. As she would live in the snow within a heart beat. I guess it depend on where you were used to living all your life. Being raised in the snow is something you have to love...and if you don't then there is nothing really you can do until you really do love it. She smiled at his words but hid it looking away from him. She listened on to his words and looked down at the forest of the heat that she hated oh so very much. Doesn't hurt to explore outside the boundaries dose it? she questioned him and looked back at him she smirked and looked over the snow. ....Yes...I am. Guess I miss home....thats all. she whispered under her breath feeling as if this stupid male was her mentor or something. Picking up her head she glared at him pissed that she actually felt out of place here. Dammit. It was clear. She was here for a reason that she was clearly never going to make happen. She snarled in her mind.
Do what your told for once in your life.
She told herself and nodded. She looked back at him and twitched her ears. Yourself? Why do you stray so far into the pack domain. she asked him giving him a look that said 'your going to try me....well then bring it. I got my own ways.'

[Sivoncé™]

He sighed softly, audibly, so she could probably sense his slight exasperation, but not in a way that made him seemed impatient or irritated. "I don't know where the boundaries are, exactly," he woofed honestly. "I mean sure, I guess it's apparent when you travel farther into packlands that there are established borders, but the way I live...." he hid a grim smile, thinking of the 100 by 100 stretch in which he had spent most of his death in. "...well, the way I see it is why pay attention to border markers when you yourself do not belong to any limitations or borders? I've travelled a long way, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to see all there was to offer. This is nice, but I think I'm better off down there, where it's warmer," he woofed. It wasn't exactly the truth, but he wasn't outright lying, either. He hadn't journeyed far at all, but he did wish to see all these lands had to offer. And really, by tracking his blood, he should be in Blood Mist....though he did not know much of his father. Blood Mist not existing, you could trace it back to the ancient days, when Bloods Mist split into White Mist, which was now the Sheeran Pack. But he was hardly related to the kind-hearted warriorsof the mountainside pack. Blood Mist and the Sheerans might be distant relatives, but they were not the same. That much was for certain.
He hoped she would see his sincerity. It might just be an unfairly placed judgement, but it seemed she was always waiting for him to do something hostile, suspicious.
Again, I guess it's just something some wolves do -- it might even be the same in the packs...

[hOwL]

She looked at him and giggled lightly. Well neither do I guess that makes two of us. she barked and twitched her nose at the scents trying to tell them apart. She looked back at him and shrugged. If we run into a patrol....we run. Cant do anything else. she told him and smirked a devilish smirk. She shook her fur her rump lifting slightly like a cats as she pranced foward into the snow down hill toward the forest taking in the crisp winter air before going into the moist one in the forest, she stopped half way and looked back at him. Coming? she asked.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien stood up slowly, suddenly surprised by her change of mood ;; well, he should probably be at least a little used to it by now, but it still was managing to throw him for a loop every time. He shrugged out of the snow and shook his pelt vigorously, removing most of the white from his black-and-silver sheen. He nodded slowly, making up his mind that a new point of view on the valley wouldn't hurt. He padded after her, grinning with a sudden thought. "Nothing we can do, eh? I think you and I could take them!" He laughed. He did not wish to start a fight today, though...well, not a serious one with the packs, anyway. If they ran into some random loner who talked too much trash, why not have a little rough-and-tumble fun? Nothing serious. No huge grudges that really mattered.
But for now, the view from the mountainside and exploring these new worlds with someone by his side was enough to make him forget his grief for the time being. The day seemed glorious, and it was a shame to waste anymore time debating it.
"You lead the way, then," he woofed good-naturedly, tail twitching slightly to keep from freezing up.
I need to thicken up -- maybe if I spent short amounts of time in the cold, gradually staying for longer, I would grow more adapted to it...
"Where to first? I've decided my storyteller skimped on the details and left me with just the bare necessities," he woofed. Not really true; he just wanted to know what the world at large looked like from someone else's eyes, and Secret Fang was his best bet seeing as she and Sanceul were the only two wolves on this planet that would ever know his true name.

[hOwL]

Secret Fang could tell that he was surprised by her actions. But really this was how she was all the time. When she was at her 'normal' stage. She flickered her ears at him and listened to his words. Bet we could. she agreed and laughed lightly. She licked her lips and turned her head to a howl off in the forest. She looked back at him with her mix matched eyes. She nodded at his words and lifted her body up picking her way smoothly through the snow where it wasn't as deep. Welllll...I think we are in the Mist area...not sure. So maybe if we head down toward the forest we might find someone to tell us. Then perhaps get accepted and then let to move on. She barked to him nodding to herself as she planned it all in her mind. She looked over her shoulder just to glance at his handsome figure that made her slightly smile to herself. She snapped out of it and jumped up picking up her space. Have you forgotten all we've taught you? She heard in her mind making her once more feel remorse.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien nodded, taking this all in. Again, her sudden movements puzzled him a little bit. Well, honestly, there wasn't much movement in that 100 by 100 meters...I'm sure I'll get used to this constant on-the-go eventually. He picked up the pace to run beside her, eyes looking in awe upon what he supposed were the simplest things ;; the mountain's occasional clump of snow-capped evergreens, the shiftings in the dense mists below them, the ruffle of a snowy owl folding her wings, the sound of a waterfall crashing down into the forest, not far ahead of them. His nose was amazed and overwhelmed by the barrage of scents, from the freshmint of the pine forests, to the spray of the water ahead and the snow beneath his silver-black paws, and most of all, his favorite, a refreshing aroma that he couldn't quite place. It smelled familiar, but not too terribly so; like he'd smelled it once or twice before and now he was just realizing it was closer than usual. It held some mysticism in its cool, breezy twang. It told of hidden sparkling streams and many wolven pawsteps and the longing, unbreakable desire to be free ---
Holy shit.
It's SECRET FANG you dunce!
Well.....she does smell really nice....I'm gonna say it just took me off guard and that's why I was all desensitized.
At least I wasn't like staring at her or anything....
His eyes were still enraptured by the views around them as their paws raced across the rocky, white ground. It was slowly turning to more rocks as they made the decent, and in another few minutes there would be grass under his feet.
His ears, too, were completely entertained and joyous at this place, twitching every moment or two when a new utterence appeared in the web of mountain and forest sound, one that he had never heard. He studied each one, matching it with a scent and trying to spot it or picture it in his mind as he went, making mental notes and recalling things Redfang had told him in her tales of the wolven lands.
I wish she would've told me more about the actual lands -- I know she was trying to make me feel less down and all....and she probably never dreamed I would need it....but dang, it would be helpful now....
"I've never really spoken with any packwolves before..." he mused thoughtfully. He was more thinking aloud than anything, but he supposed Secret Fang might know a thing or two herself, or better yet, she would've had conversations with pack wolves. It wasn't that he didn't know their ways; it was that they just intimidated him slightly.
They lived for things like honor and pride and for the future and good of each other. They didn't live just to survive, or live without purpose and fulfillment. They lived to be something, to do more than just wander aimlessly into an impossibly beautiful world.
They were the reason he didn't join in with the rest of his kind and keep on living until the sun set on the world ;; because though he would never be offered the chance, nor was he worth it, he admired and idolized these wolves. These wolves that would forever be just walking legends to him.
This whole thing was like an illustrated, walk-in storybook. Here he was, having a normal conversation with a wolf of the mountains, just like any random wolf would. But this just didn't fit. Because he wasn't a character in his favorite stories;; he was only the reader, in the audience, not even a spot in the background of these carefully painted pictures. He wasn't in the picture at all.
He shook himself roughly, determined to turn the pattern of his thoughts. It was worse at night, and he'd noticed it had gotten worse around Secret Fang and especially Sancuel...the thoughts about normal life and life he would never have. Maybe because Secret Fang made him feel normal, even if just for a few minutes. Or maybe because Sanceul made him the opposite, enraged and horrified with himself all over again....
"I hear these wolves are different than those of the south, or the mountain wolves, though. I suppose every region is different.....different is just hard to anticipate," he woofed, contemplating once more.

[hOwL]

She did her best to keep her thinking from crossing over to the subject of him. Mainly because she was terrified of males. So much harm done to her when she was a pup that she wishes never to live it again. Or just because she was scared to feel anything then anger toward them. Either way she was miserable with what ever her actions and feeling turned out to be. Her harks twitched at the calls from the birds as the sun slowly dipped behind the forest and well the hunters began to show up. Little taking notice on it, being all the world of the wild. Noticing the way that Damian would look out a every single thing. Perhaps being the fact that he was knew into these forests. But either way they where nothing compared to where she came from. Her nose twitched at his words. Tell you the truth, neither have I. But I bet if we do they would be pretty normal to speak too. she told him adding in a little bit of her mind into the statement she had said. Well at least she hopped. Remembering the one female she ran into, on her first day here. She shivered with annoyance and flickered her tail listening on the other set of words that he spoke out to her. Well so much was true. Take him and put her next to her. There where many things that where different even in there body structure. The reason not being male and female. But the breed and where they are originally from. She nodded. So they say. I mean everyone is different in there own way. But they...live liefs of lies and power, betrayers and hurt kills them all. Resulting on what you have confusion in everything, having battles and prophecies. she told him, not sure if he understood the way she was trying to say that. You no...normal stuff? She barked and leaped up onto a rock along side the bubbling river standing at the edge letting her muzzle touch the cool water, lapping it up neatly with her long pink tongue.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien was quite puzzled by her speech. The way Redfang had made it sound, things like battles and prophecies were extremely common....well, not full-blown prophecies all the time, but fighting amongst each other was how packs dealt wtih things now and then. There had once been a war between two packs known as Silver and Grey Mist -- now the Siverians and Destinians -- and there had been very little spectral intervention....imus the fact that Verlust had her own mayhem stirring during one of the battles of this war. Well, what he'd got out of her words was that there was backstabbing and liars in the mountains. They were everywhere really, but perhaps she meant to say battles were more based on fate and prophecy in the forest rather than prejudices and the thirst for revenge? Curious now...
"What do you mean by that, exactly? I'm sorry....I've just never heard anyone try and explain the situations in that way," he woofed, clearly interested, but also an apologetic look entering his crimson-copper gaze.
The lands sloped steadily downward as they progressed, but Damien wasn't studying the environment so much anymore. Secret Fang had him thinking again. Sure, he supposed they were normal wolves.....or at least that's how they should seem. But his comprhension of "normal" wasn't exactly something that was built into his mind in the least bit. He really didn't know what normal wolves acted or spoke like. So far, he'd just talked as honest as possible and got straight to the point....the manner that had worked during his training. Sometimes, he felt like he gave too much away, or he phrased things to....sharply.
Well, depending on how long I'm here, maybe it's something I'll get to work on...
His ears and nose perked, a new scent filtering into the air around them. It tasted like wolf, and held elements of Secret Fang's own perfume...but it was more bitter. Shrugging it off, he supposed they were just passing a loner or rouge. The scent would probably fade off soon. If not, they could deal with it later.

[hOwL]

She knew well that his curiosity would take the better of him and so he would ask. Being the main reason why she already had a backup for that and spoke almost at once. Simply means...they kill among each other for rules that mean nothing...because they are all the same. Just like me and you. We are both wolves, both have fur...have eyes and nose and stuff. Why have rules if everyone is just going to ignore them and break them anyway? I'm sure you have your reason in thinking but thats mine. she barked to him, not wanting to sound like a preacher which she probably already did in the first place. She nodded and turned her head toward the east of the mountains ignoring the speakings it told her which where faint and well distance. Leave him... they told her. What FOR?! He was the only one that even BOTHERED to hold a positive conversation with her. She flickered her ears and ignored the voice turning back to him . Though...I cant tell you much on them i see things have changed since what they all think back home.. she woofed to him.