//.Winter Chill.//

[Temira]

Long, slender limbs swiftly carried the ginger-and-black she-Varg forward, her steps light and lithe. A pearly bib beneath her long snout and wars bars that seemd to create a winged image upon her withers merely added to her odd form; black points dyed her pelt and her back and throat were roaned, ticked with strips of brown and gray. Slim muscles rippled beneath a lean bodice as Temira jogged forward, her head held proudly as wide ears curled and twitched. Newly accepted into the lands od Deor, the lanky fae had yet to truly meet any members save for her fellow packmember Jaqco who ahd been there no longer than she; the coyote-Varg- or Coyte, as he was fondly called in her own tongue, had been met with a gentle smile by the calm maned femme along with Uskiya, her silver friend from Ge-Rad.

Rokk, Ingo, and Chalos Autumn- the only members, save Jaqco, she had met; the first created an unsure feeling in the orange femme's gut; he seemed like a rather small bully, and the last- her great Dragga- left a lasting impression upon the odd-marked she-Varg, but she glad he was respectful to his subordinates yet at the same time his presence demanded reverance and respect. Sitting back on slender haunches, the overly-tall femme raised her voice in a calm, gentle howl, her voice intricate and foreign to the ears of others but to some it seemed distinctly primal, one of the oldest wolf howls that echoed through the world...

[tristan]

Blinking back the sleep that threatened to descend upon the youth of Deor, Ingo's white teeth flashed and long tongue tasted the wintery air as he yawned and stretched with his forepaws splayed out before him as far as he could extend them. He rose to a less elegant and more comfortable sitting position, with thick red fur unkempt from his recent nap and the tugging breeze of brittle air, and bushy tail lain across soft, white snow. His broad ears twitched as he listened to the snow fall, the silence enveloping him in a comfortable cloak of winter. For the past few moments, he allowed his ever inquisitive mind to wander back to warmer times and summer, but when a wild, primitive howl stroked the winter world and shattered his reverie, Ingo looked up eagerly and rose to his paws to wander toward the origin of the call.

Peeking out from behind a bush, Ingo spotted the russet hued, lanky frame of Temira, who had recently been accepted into Deor lands, or what Ingo had been able to decipher from the confidence in her foreign song. His tail wagged and the apprehension which had caused his hackles to rise slightly faded, and his emerald eyes speckled with golden shards blinked happily. He growled softly and pushed out of the bracken toward Temira, the maned drappa Varg.

"Hullo Temira!" Ingo called out as he approached, dipping his ears in greeting.

[jaqco]

Pointed ears swiveled, catching the sound of an odd and mysterious howl. Jaqco had never heard anything like it, but it sand like music to his ears. Trotting toward the sound over the lands, Jaqco felt a rush of pride swell inside of him. This was his lands now, his territory; now that he had been accepted. He held his gray and cream muzzle high, his small nose inhaling the lush of the lands. His gray, bushy tail was certainly a sight, for Vargs usually had a more narrow and pointed tail. His brown legs were shorter than a normal Varg’s, but held more spring for excellent agility. It also made him a more effective hunter. Agility was something he was proud of, and inherited from his mother, Rostra.

But still, this was all new to him. His father had told him what a wonderful sense of belonging a pack was, but Jaqco never quite knew the feeling until now. He grew up with his father, a true wolf and ex-Dragga. His mother, a coyote from the Americas, had disappeared at his age of two months. It wasn’t until his father’s death that Jaqco decided to travel to lands unknown. But in all reality, they weren’t foreign. He had traveled Westward, to find this part of Transylvania.

Stopping suddenly, the grown, small Varg caught sight of the source.he recognized the female, a lanky rusty red Varg, and his tail swept with glee. It was Temira, a good friend of his he meet when the leaves were colorful and ripe. Along with Temira was another Varg Jaqco wasn’t so familiar with. He was also young, and with red hued fur. Jaqco caught the scent of Deor, this Varg was a fellow pack mate. Padding forward once again, Jaqco dipped his head in greeting. “Hello, Temira, nice to see you again.” he turned his gaze to the red- hued Varg, and once again, dipped his head in greeting. “Hello to you too, member of Deor. My name is Jaqco,” said the keen hybrid.

[Temira]

The powder that rose around bright paws was boasted into the air in dazzling flurries as the fox-furred faemme wagged her thick tail delight at the appearance of Ingo; ecstatic to see a member of her new pack that she had previously met brought a grin flashing across a long maw and her bat-like auds spread to the sides in response to the bracken that was stirred by the youth's movement; the young drappa-Varg's golden eyes danced and she barked to Ingo, the red male's presence welcomed immediatley. "Good day to you, Ingo!" Temira yipped, standing on stilt-like limbs. "How long have you been in Deor?" The femme's thick crest of black fur streaked down her ears to the base of her neck, and she felt so different around all the gray wolves that roamed Transylvania, so different...

Again the sound of another Varg was met by a smile, and as the form of her Coyte friend Jaqco came into view she bounded forward with happy barks, , prnaivn about the hybrid male with a grin. "Isn't istlovely here, Jaqco? The Vargs are all so nice; Chalos hasn't yet decided what I will be but I hope to achieve the rank of hunter.." her voice trailed off as she nuzzled her friend affectionatly. "I'm glad you joined with me, Jaqco! This is Ingo, he's been here for a while, I think."

[tristan]

"Well, I've was allowed in these lands little before the snows hit, so this has been my home for a while now." Ingo growled thoughtfully in reply, expressive ears twitching as he glanced over at another shape coming forth from the foliage, his own aroma thick with that of the Deor. But unlike a senior member of the lands, this wolf too seemed to be a newcomer as Temira was and Ingo bowed his head again as he trotted over to them. "Hullo Jaqco. My name is Ingo, as Temira has mentioned, and I've been here for little more than either of you." The red-shaded Varg said, looking over at the small canine with slight curiosity. After a moment, Ingo chuckled.

"It seems we are all of a different race than the many Vargs of Transylvania. It's good to be our own little tightknit group of strangers then." Ingo pointed out; little details usually stuck out to him and this was no exception. A long and lanky maned drappa, a small and agile red wolf, and a hybrid whose origins were foreign to Ingo. He grinned at his new friends and packmates, long ears quivering on the still and brittle air. But the grin faded soon and Ingo threw a glance over his shoulder toward darker territories, auds swiveling to and fro with delicate nasal tasting the air as if his senses had been heightened to an unnatural strength, as if he could taste the foul breath of his enemies.


Did they know about the upcoming battle before the joined? Ingo thought as he turned to look back at the two vargs, a grin on his muzzle that, without very careful evaluation, would have seemed rather friendly and relaxed rather than forced. He would tell them later, not now. He blinked at both and the fur that had bristled slightly along his spine began to lie flat again.
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Hey guys, sorry for the confusion but I have decided to change young Ingo's breed to regular gray. Hope you all are cool with that.
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[jaqco]

The smaller hybrid wagged his gray fat tail again at Temira’s words, nodding in response. “Yes, I’ll have to say, it is very nice here indeed.” he responded, nuzzling her red fur in return. A grin slipped on his creamy lips, as she introduced the red Varg named Ingo. Jaqco dipped his head in respect to his packmate. “Please to meet you, Ingo,” he said joyfully.

Then Ingo spoke up again, this time with a good point. “Yeah, I guess we are a different race.” he said in a matter of factly tone. He was just noticing the large ears Ingo possessed, perhaps of a red wolf? He’d seen another of Ingo’s species, Ainsley. She, too, was a red wolf. He knew that Temira was a maned wolf, an he himself was only half gray wolf, the other half was coyote. However, Jaqco never let his odd blood get to him, he was proud of who he was. “Hopefully, we won’t be strangers for long,” he added, a gin tugged at his cream lips.

But now Ingo seemed worried, as hackles bristled only for a moment, something seemed to test the male’s nerves. He remembered now what Lydair, another hybrid from Ge-Rad, had told him. War was to break out soon, testing the limits of several packs. Jaqco wondered if this was the source of Ingo’s discomfort.

[Temira]

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