Spirit Guides

[concord]

Name: Concord
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Wolf
Age: 4 years
Weight: 140lbs
Coat: Scraggily gray fur, evidence of old scars from battles for dominance.
Eyes: Fiery orange


As Concord made his way through the forest at an easy lope, he was suddenly aware of the scents of strange wolves. He realized that he must have crossed into the territory of another wolf pack. He came to a halt in a small clearing, still sheltered by thin trees, but he could see stars overhead. Great rocks protruded out of the ground and a small steam ran through. He stood there, muscles tense, nose in the air sniffing, and ears swiveling. It was a large pack that inhabited this area, and there were wolves close by. It was no good hunting for conies tonight. It would only alert the others to his presence, and he knew he was too weak for a fight. He hadn't eaten in many days and the constant travelling had taken a toll on his muscles. Also, he knew he needed sleep. The only thing for it would be to find shelter somewhere and curl up in it for the night. He heard a wolf howl away to his right, too close for comfort. He knew it wasn't wise to stay in the clearing any longer, but his dry mouth and throat begged for water, and the soft sound of the trickling stream was too much to resist, so he made his way over to it slowly, keeping his eyes and ears on the trees, watching for trouble. Then he crouched down and lapped at the cool water. As he drank, the feeling of uneasyness grew. It was the feeling that he was being watched.

[kuroi]

A wolf's howl entered Enigma's ears. Very long time since he heard that, maybe never. Only time he did was when he was dropped off for dead, and here he was. He ran past the trees and stopped. He smelt something different from the other wolves. Not from this territory. Not much of a surprise, Enigma wasn't either. Moon's cracking, only new, the sky was getting a bit dull, even though there were stars out. Enigma sighed. Guess that wasn't the reason. Hope they weren't out for the hunt, he'd be dead unless he ran, of course knowing how some are they'd call him a coward. He remembered his brother, and wondered where he was, now. He'd burnt a paw by accident, while somewhere. Enigma continued running, his scar glowing a light violet, like his eyes. His paw did so as-well. He stopped at the trees before a clearing. He saw another wolf: Of gray fur and scars. He had to laugh at himself. He watched the wolf, which was male, from his spot, not moving. Tense? Time for a mood swing. He sprinted up to the wolf in less than a second, considering his paw, and appeared on it's left side, looking like a fire as he glowed orange. He still did so. His muzzle was right behind his ear and his paw was found in water. His mouth showed an evil smile, or at least wolves thought so, wouldn't fit anywhere else. "Yo."