Post by ~Nighthunter~ on Jan 3, 2011 22:20:39 GMT -5
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Thunder beckoned the looming storm clouds in the distance. There swirling raging crowds of dark and light grey were becoming more active by the second. With it a front of cold was being pushed out, being bombarded by the heat of the coming storm. Icy and thick mounds of snow had covered the territory for the past few weeks. During this particular time of the year the weather was not the most forgiving, and took pity on none that couldn't provide for themselves. Tuvio Hunteri, had a duty not only for his own survival, but for that of the entire packs as well. Ranking as the alpha male meant that he had to endure the chilling winds, and the dangers of other packs.
Tuvio stood tall , and strong around 6ft tall, with a hardened face, his feet one step from dropping off the hill to the ground several feet below. His blue eyes were clouded with images and thoughts in his mind. All his worries, and other things that the pack would hopefully never have to bother with so long as he could stop it. Being Rulin, was difficult as they were the youngest pack. This meant that the others were just waiting for them to weaken, so that they could seize control. Luckily the Havren had promised to help them so long as Rulin never caused there own attack. Tuvio could live with those terms, in fact he didn't want the help of others. That meant an inevitable debt would need to be repaid, and he didn't want to fall into that position, and the hidden trap that it was. The Havren were old and cunning, and though they may seem uncaring to rule over others, they were more then the remaining packs mediators. One paw out of line, and they were there banging on our doors scolding us like children.
He snorted at the idea of himself being considered an insolent child. He had earned this rank. After Nyalcom had killed the last Alpha's in charge in Rulin, he had been in position to fight for leadership. He had won handily, and was keeping a strong grasp on his spot. It would be his decendants that would carry on the blood of leadership now. Today he had other priorities though, he was leading a hunt. It had been a little while since he was able to hunt last, and now he was planning on making up for last time.
Feeling himself lose his human side over to the wolf, he let out a growl and hisa features changed. His hands became his forepaws fully extending with claws out to catch the ledge. His muscles grew and bones cracked and reformed. Russet brown fur erupted over his body, and finally with a fierce growl he was all wolf. Extending his Neck he let out a long powerful howl to symbolize the start of the hunt, and leapt from the hill' s ledge and into the snow covered banks below.
With any luck they hunt would be over before the rain hit, but either way he was just glad to be running through his territory again._____________________594: words.
