Boundaries Are Observed

Long, powerful strides pushed the thickly built maiden up the unfamiliar mountain. She was starting to get hungry, and without anybody begging her to do their dirty jobs, she had no food. She would need to join a pack who would be able to help fill her hollow leg. Otherwise, she'd be off alone, wandering the never ending wilderness. She missed pack life, even though in her pack, if her parent's hadn't raised her the way they had, she would be a slave, a breeding animal. Her old pack had no respect for femmes, and that's why, when she showed some spunk at birth, and will, her parents taught her to fight and taught her to be a brute at heart, although she was born a femme. She had eventually lost her feminine side to the brute that had been created, and learned to play along with the boys.



Catching a dirt pile and puddle of mud or two on the way up, Dakota was able to cover up her regular feminine scent, and disguise herself. She could pull of being a brute in the pack, or so she hoped. She made her way through the mountain territory, always travelling upward, and eventually, reaching the peak-like area. It was still bright in the morning, the sun rising just barely, reflecting off the puddles of water. It was still chilly out here, and the sun that had barely risen still hadn't had time to heat up the mountain top. Since the Alpha's were probably still asleep, Dakota curled up at the base of a tree to take a nap for a few hours. Although it was chilly almost all the time, Dakota had chosen the mountains for a very good reason; it was high, away from everyone else, and she could easily disguise her scent with many different ones up here. She hoped this would be the pack to call home.



When Dakota awoke, the sun was beating down on her back. The sun was directly above her, and the tree did little to protect her from it much longer. She rose to her paws and shook the debris from her long, chocolate coat, before she bounced off, toward the smell of wolves and perhaps a home. She was just shy of the borders, when she realized she had no idea what to do. At her pack, wolves just bounded right in and demanded to join the pack, and, as long as they could hold their weight, could. Should she do that, or should she wait for someone. She stood up quickly and took a few hesitant steps forward, and placed her paws right near the edge, before she moved around it. A voice caught her harks. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Well not unless you are going to call for the Alpha and Alpesse.." The voice was light, but held a warning, for her life or the brute that had dispensed these lyrics. Perhaps he could help her?



The voice of a brute came naturally to Dakota, and when she spoke, she hardly had to think about making it sound masculine, it was deep, natural, and sounded well... Brutish.
"Ai there! Sorry about that, fellow. I apologize sincerely if I worried you there," She apologized, her confused facade matched with her voice. She looked around, realizing that the brute that owns the voice has disappeared into the trees. "Where are you, lad?"

Walk, "Talk", 'think'

Dakota has never had much of a life. She had always been training to fight, never to play. Perhaps that's why she's so playful now, missing out on most of her childhood. She had to be so serious while she was taught, only wrestling, but with her father. It was how she was taught. She she had first actually managed to leave a mark on him, she had only been about ten weeks old, and it had left a scar as well. She had been reciting the special move that she had used for about a week, and used it against him, causing a nicely placed scar just above his right orb. He had laughed and praised her fantastic speed in combat, as well as her perfect planning. It was the same moved she used for her first kill, and possibly her third as well. Her second kill had jumped up behind her, and managed to give her a good nick in the back, but she had managed to kill him. The scar on her visage was in that battle, and the cut was deep. It was already scarred when she had found a sweet wolfess who managed to heal most of her other wounds, other than that one and the deep one on her forepaw.



A voice rose from the trees again. "That's alright, names Makato, what's your business here?" It demanded from the trees, and Dakota managed to find the general location. She turned her body to face the voice, and glared into the trees. Her deep baritones rung out in response. "Ai there, Makato, sir. I was searching for a pack, you see, I can't hunt well on my own, but perhaps a pack could teach me," It was all truth. She waited for him to show his location, but he remained in the trees. Dakota searched for eyes, and managed to see some foliage with something behind it. She pretended she didn't, since it seemed this lupe wished to stay hidden until everything was laid out in front.

Walk, "Talk", 'think'

Dakota's orbs scanned the trees more, still searching. A brush of foliage, and muted pawsteps. Was he moving around? "I'm over here. I understand, somes strengths are others weaknesses, I didn't catch your name?" Dakota spun around, facing the brute. He was an orange color, and rather muscular. Dakota grinned a devilish grin. "Name's Dakota, lad. Call me what you please," she introduced herself, and bowed. She knew respect was desired from loner wolves, especially if you're uncertain of the ranking of another. All Dakota knew was that this brute wasn't the Alpha, nor an Omega. Somewhere in the middle, for sure. "Where do you come from?" the brute, Makato, asked. Dakota grinned, and sat back on her haunches. "Me? Why, I come from a pack far away from here, where lass' were slaves, lad. It was difficult for us to watch, although plenty enjoyed the fact we could do what we wished. My pack went down in battle with a neighbouring group. I fought until I couldn't no longer," she said, her vocals naturally deep and masculine.


A howl rang to her ears, and the knight perked up, listening. "Should you go answer that lad?" she asked, when the smell of another male, who, by the scent, was the Alpha, came in, their scent slowly intertwining with the other loners scent. Instantly, Dakota knew Makato was fine to stay here. "What about you, lad? How long have you been in these parts?" she asked, trying to keep a conversation rolling. Suddenly, another howl, much deeper, drifted to her harks. What the heck was going on? The sound of the howl must've been one of the Alpha, and immediately, something told Dakota it was for Makato. "I reckon that's fo--" she began, but Makato interrupted her. "Sounds like my Alpha needs me. If you wouldn't mind waiting here for just a short moment, I will go and assist him, and then return." He said, and began to back up. Dakota nodded, and sat stock still until Makato left, when she stuck her muzzle to the ground, sniffing out the area. She could still smell Makato's tracks. Easily, she clambered her way up top, where she could see them, but they not see her. Remaining downwind, Dakota knew the wouldn't know of her presence. Perhaps they needed help? Lowering her body down on the ridge, she slunk back to watch, just in case.