.:Khaz:.

[Warlock]

A rustle of leathery wings, and then silence, as the shadowy figure of a hellhound slunk across the edge of the Night Wolves territory. He was new to these lands, and something of a loner. He simply did not fit in with others, be they wolves or others of his kind. Sleek black cranium was raised as pupiless crimson orbs surveyed his surroundings. The night was quiet, broken only by the sounds of small animals hiding in the underbrush. Slinking forward, he snuck up on a small rabbit that was feeding peacefully on the outskirts of the forest. He pounced, and his crimson right forepaw smashed its skull before it knew what was happening. Lowering his head, he growled softly as he sank long fangs into the rabbit's body. It had been so long since he had eaten... [/color]

[Aveilthé]

Even from so many miles away, one of the Beta's had smelt that of a strange and ominous creature. This curiousity is what had led her here, as quick as an eagle, on swift wings and sharp eyes, like a hawk's.

This creature was, of course, a wolf, but a rare one indeed. Those not knowing of what she was, she was a Moroki wolf, and bound to the Moroki's obvious traits. She possessed a strong body, though sleek and femenine, and in some ways beautiful, though only judged in the eye of the beholder. Indeed, her fur was as ebony as raven's wings, thus giving her the name she so deserved: Raven. Only had she just landed, by wings of a phoenix's, each lightly tipped with dazzling goldenrod colours: the colour of her element. Even her eyes reflected her element. Fire, and lightning; one eye red, the other yellow. Both peircing eyes lingered for a moment on the marbled monolith, that marked the beginnings of their territories.

Folding her great wings, she'd prowl through the forest line, to which she could gaze out to the borders. She was looking for the strange creature. Perhaps it was a new wolf... She shall see... But for now, and ignoring the pangs inside her belly, she'd stick to the shadows, to unable the other to see her, but of course the other may smell her clearly.

And she was even pregnant. Her belly bulged with pups. But she would ignore this fact for now. There was only one important thing to discover.

[Warlock]

Soon the meat of the rabbit was completely devoured, leaving only bones and scraps of skin and fur. Maw dripping blood, Khaz raised his head. He could catch the scent of a female. And it seemed she was not an ordinary wolf. Not being one to wait for creatures to come to him, the hellhound began to slink deeper into the packlands. He moved like a hunting feline, his body low to the ground, all his senses alert.

[Aveilthé]

Of course, Raven was not that kind of wolf to be taken so lightly. To one not knowing of her ways, she may appear to be calm, but in swift movements, she was up in no time, trailing that wolf entering the packlands. Suspicion grew in her mind and gut: why was he entering the packlands like this? Growling lowly, though more so over curiousity than resentment, she took another turn, more so a shortcut. She knew these forests like the back of her paw, and would soon meet up with this wolf who so thought he could enter the lands without her knowing...

She weaved around and in between the large trees, often slowing, due to the gnawing pains inside. Moving around like this wasn't her idea of a healthy pregnancy.

[Warlock]

The hellhound raised a hindpaw to scratch at a half-healed wound on the side of his neck. It would leave a scar, he knew, and that scar would be a reminder of his exile from his former pack. Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of these memories, he continued through the forest.