~*Unaware*~

[Silent]

The air was crisp as winter still held its grasp upon the earth. Fenris tried his hardest to shine his beams through the snow clouds but to no avail, tiny white flakes danced to the ground, swirling into drifts among the trees where she walked. She walked alone, her skinny frame moving swiftly across the frozen ground finding shelter among some of the bushes. Unaware of what dangers she could be in. The wind had blown the scent markers away from the borders of the terratory of Deor, and being new to the lands the ebony kerl did not know of the packs and dangers. She walked on into the snow storm, her ebony hue becoming whiter and light due to the snow clamping onto her fur. Any longer out in the open and the varg would not be able to go on.

The she-varg seemed to collapse slightly from the sheer wieght that the snow had put on top of her. Already being weak from starvation and lack of hunting, the ebony varg could hold on less and less each day. Her health disintigrating each day, visible to all who took a look at her. Golden eyes glittered, ful of sadness as she still grieved for the loss of her snow white mother and death of her ebony father. Also for the dissapearence of her silver sister who just happened to be in the Listern Terratory but she did not know. She carried on through the snow to find the shelter of a thicket, collapsing onto the snow she gave out a whine of defeat, she felt as if Wolfbane were to snap her up now. She looked into the snow towards the light which brought clear weather. Closing her eyes her mind told her that she would be leaving sooner than she thought.
"No! She shouted as she battled against it. Seeing images of the past she couldn't open her eyes, they seemed stuck together. She snarled and then let out a loud whine which was sure to alert any of the Deor guards. Finally able to open her eyes, the kerl whined on, softer and quieter, side heaving as she managed to pull herself up onto her paws, shaking the snow from her thick winter coat she sat back onto her haunches.

(Sorry for crappy post )

[Chalos Autumn]

Ooc: (-Would like to note that there is no longer snow on the ground but will play along anyaways-)

A keen nose scented a track of a dying stranger, sighing - many unmet varg of the lands tended to somehow stumble into his territory. Many a time, he had considered perhaps more harshly guarding the Deor lands, but such precautions could leave an undeserving stranger at the malicious paws of the Great Devil himself. With a groan, the oversized alpha rose from his previous position, blinking sleep from his weary eyes of emerald. Young though he was, Chalos tended to take the position of the leader and had easily picked his way to the top after his nephew, Thunder, had deserted his entire pack.. What happened to Aztec, few remembered and there was rumour whispering throughout the lands that Thunder had returned, though not to his pack - a most dishonourable move on his part.

With a wide-jawed yawn, Chalos took off, heavily-toned legs easily yanking his athletic bodice over his terrain - he seemed to do this often, as there was always a new scent on the air, coaxing his inspection. As his form drew closer, the bicoloured Dragga translated the scent as that of List - he had met their Drappa, Fiory, once before, thus the scent had been stored in his memory. A limp body, curled upon the bleach-white that blanketed the world, finally burst into his view, a gentle brown contrast of life against the dead, alabaster world.

"Hail Listern Varg!" He called, slowing his pace to a gentle trot as he neared, not stopping to mold into a defencive posture - there was certainly no need, as it was obvious that Silent would not be able to fight back even if she wanted to. Chalos' great head lowered as he drew to a halt, nose working to quickly sniff her for any sign of life. Sure enough, there was a small spark that showed she was barely hanging on.. "Awaken, she-varg of Fiory's domain. Stand strong." A nudge, a lick, and the Deor Dragga stood back - it was now her choice; she would get up and live proud as a wolf should or she would sigh out her last breath, a slave to ice until the spring and summer demanded her body's decay.

[Silent]

**Oh okies. Its not Silent its her long lost sister Night Star or Niht if you want**

Night loooked up weakly at the voice as the Dragga of Deor drew close. She shuddered, maybe this was it, closing her eyes the voice came closer and she was given the nudge and lick of incouragement. She pulled herself to her paws, smaller than the Dragga she took up the position of a sikla, trembling softly, her legs were going to give way any seacond. Ebony body was going to fall onto the snow again. She whined softly and looked at the large Deor leader and gave another whine before speaking in a weak voice.
"I am... sorry for th intrusion..." She could not say anymore as her legs slipped from beneath her and her small thin frame crashed against the earth.

Suddenly the sight of her mothers murdered body lay in her mind, starting to whine and yelp quietly Night thought that this was te same fate for her intuding onto the Deor land. Just the sight of her mother haunted the young ebony hued she-varg. Her ears flopped back as she opened her eyes to the blinding snow light and to the body of Chalos. Trying to speak she could not get the words out of her maw. All that game was a weak wine tat a pup would do when missing its mother.
"Dont... hurt me please..." She managed to whine as she pulled her body back up into the sikla position again. She looked up at the Deor Dragga's muzzle, knowing from her birth pack that looking into the eyes meant defial and rebellion, also punishment of any sort the dragga thought of. Whining she blocked out the past and looked through her unusual golden eyes at the muzzle of the Dragga.

**Sory for the crappy post **