New...? Indeed.

[silthrim]

[glow=black,2,300]The sun hung low in the sky as night approached. The small chirps of birds could be heard in the cool air. Barren trees provided little shelter to the animals below them. Letting the evening sun shine through freely. Though some trees still held their leaves. As if refusing to let the winter take what they had left on their branches. A small breeze came through. Making the grass seem almost like a body of water for a moment. Leaves lie on the ground beneath the various trees. Just sitting there. Rotting away slowly in the cold air.

A streak of silver and black could be seen for a moment. Then nothing. And once more. Flashing into view between trees. The Vargs paws hit the ground lightly, moving with a deadly grace through the thick foliage of trees. No matter that they were becoming barren. The cold air whipped around the Fae as she sped through. Running along the List boundaries. She slowed her pace till she was at a walk. Her silver auds twitched atop her head, listening for the sounds of other Vargs. While her sense of smell kept track for them as well. Her ebony tail swung slightly from side-to-side. But just as most of the markings on her body, it was dipped in a lovely silver. Just as her eyes shone silver.

The Fae turned, heading more into the lands of the List. She kept alert, not letting her guard down for a moment. She was raised better then such. Her parents had taught and shone her never to let her guard down. Even when everything seemed calm and alright. That didn't mean it was. Sometimes it was just an illusion. A lie. Everyone and everything lied at some point. Even the ones who say they have never lied in their lives and never will. It's all the same. No point. No point at all.

Silthrim let her head raise to the ever darkening sky and let loose a howl. It was short but meant something about lying. She wasn't sure what exactly. She just felt it coming and had the urge to let it loose. So she did. After her short tune had ended she lowered her head, letting her bright optics gaze a head of her once more. She kept walking glancing around the area. Being as she was new to this place. She had never step foot in List boundaries. Guess now she was in them...[/glow]

[Drathlic]

Already Tor was reaching her peek in the abyss above as Fenris slowly decsended into his abode beyong the tree line as a young timber male scowered the mountain ledges and rocky terrain of the Carpathian range that List was roughly situated apon. His large, adolescent paws had grown rough and travel worn as he'd ventured through these paths recently as of late - discovering every nook and cranny he could to muster a good knowledge of his pack lands. A scrawny, useless excuse for a tail - yet of course - was held rigid to help keep him balanced on the unsteady boulders he had great joy in pouncing on or standing tall on as though he were the Dragga of the pack, not jsut a whiney youth who had a gained a reputation for bringing back kerls to join the pack's ranks.

Suddenly, a ringing yet sharp howl pierced the silent and icy thin night's air, catching the youth's attention almsot immediatly. His red tinged auds perked and his attentice cyan eyes gazed out across the glowing red canopy of the bare forest. He was too far up to gain a good insight to what was lurking below the shadows, so in quick reply he opened his own muzzle and let his young call play out across the land - mature enough for his age, but still with a great hint of his high pitched youth. It was a plee to the varg to call again and state their ware-abouts. For he was out to find them...

[Gryffin]

Gryffin was near the beaches of the Crimson lake. Her emerald optics seeking out beyond the gentle ripples along the ruby water. Her auburn tail flicked as she made a turn and began to head toward the hidden den when a high pitched howl broke the evening silence. Gryffin raised her head immediately, and her red tipped ears flickered wit violence. Who had dared enter the Listern boundaries? Gryffin let out a small growl as her lips twitched.

The tri hued she varg of white,hazel and black then made haste and trotted toward the owner of such a foreign blessing.
It was not one that belonged to their ranks neither one that belonged to one of their allied packs. Not that Gryffin knew of course for she did not keep tabs on the neighboring pack's population. She guessed it was most likely a kerl seeking permission to enter their territories. But if permission would be granted was the question.

So the tri coloured femmora trekked until she neared the boundaries. There she stalked the underbrush, knowing well where each hidden path was. The emissary paused and looked about. The females stomach was bloated and swollen for she was pregnant and ready to give birth at any moon.
But still her claws were sharpened to protect as her emerald glare fixated on a young she wolf. Gryffin's lips curled back into a vicious snarl. It was a dark hued wolf with silver markings. Gryffin slipped closer and closer until she found then need to show herself.

Out fro the shadows came the daunting she wolf. Her lips curled up wards to reveal fleshy gums that lined ivory teeth and canids that flashed at the daring she wolf that had crossed the invisible border lien of scent.

Gryffin padded closer to the she wolf, a deep growl echoed from the pit of her stomach and chiseled through her throat, "Now who is this young she wolf who so boldly enters our territory?" Gryffin hissed as she stalked toward the Fae a few more steps. She could scent another wolf on the wind and grinned, she had recognized it as Drathlic. "Tell me Fae, if you decline then pay homage to your lucky stars for I will chase you out myself"