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Azmerina--Compassion Lies Without Reason

The dens were warm this night, which was surprising considering fall was moving into the Wind Pack terrain rather swiftly. The cold always seemed to cause trouble within the packs, it brought out the worst in some, and often spelled out death for the young and old. Azmerina had known all about the cruel fate that went along with the Autumn and Winter seasons. She did not fear them persay, rather she envied and despised them together. It was a strange emotion but one sure not to change anytime soon. The fae's form remained still where she had awokened only moments ago. Sleep still lingered heavy over her frame it was daylight outside. . What a surprise that was.

Instead of rolling onto her paws and scampering across the pack's dens to find food, she remainded where she was simply staring with large chocolate eyes at the dirt brown ceiling above her. She was happy in truth, despite all she had lost in her short life. She was proud to be among the Wind Pack name, and even prouder to be accepted by her alpha and alphess as one of their true bloods...friends. Azmerina believed they were friends, yes, but her position always made her commited to drop low whenever they appeared. Sighing softly, she wondered in anyone would greet her this fine cool breeze morning.

Stunt

Brown paws padded almost silently over the cold ground. Orbs roaming around quickly as he moved. The bored brute kept moving, wondering who else was in this large pack. Hoping this was one of the places to look for another wolf he headed for the dens. Glancing at his as he passed. Tail swishing a few times he stopped and looked around once more. It was morning, he often rose early, use to hunting early in the morning. He shook his pelt and sighed, shaking his brown skull as he started up again.

Light yellow eyes sliced through the dens, right to where a fae seemed to be sleeping. He glanced around again, wondering if anyone else was here and soon continued towards her. He stopped once, debating weather to go further, she might be sleeping still, he could not easily tell. When he got closer he could see she was awake, nodding to himself at the thought.
He was hoping the alpha would give him a rank soon, then he would know how high up he was in this pack. He was hoping for beta male.
Stopping he cocked his head at the fae who was looking up at the roof of her den. He smiled slightly and glanced away, thinking of how to greet her.
His tail swished as he sat and looked at her. "Hello miss." He said simply.
No, not the best greeting he could offer, but it was good enough.

Azmerina--Compassion Lies Without Reason

The female seemed to be in serious thought. Her head was actually buzzing with things she had to do this morning. Where exactly had the night gone? Az knew she had been asleep for sometime, even though she'd awaked several times throughout the night. The brief silence seemed to pull the female from her thoughts. Golden brown eyes seemed to blink for a moment before her head tilted then turned fully toward a new figure. The wolf was a male, and Azmerina was sure she'd never seen him before. Had her leader not mentioned a new comer within the pack she might have attacked him on accident.

Az's odd white yet chocolate redish blurred pelt seemed to shift slightly, from this angle the white looked dominate over the rest of her pelt. The array of reds and chocolate shades seemed to draw in the eye but remained submissive to the delightful white of purity. Blinking her hues, she eased onto her paws. 'Oh?' Pausing, she glanced around the den before easing toward the male. 'You must be the new wolf, The King told me of you. I'm Azmerina. Head-Scout of the Wind Pack. It is nice to meet you,' Az's voice was little more then a whisper. The words seemed almost emotionless as always, sometimes..you just can't live free.

Stunt

Skull turned slightly as he watched her, waiting for a moment before she began to speak. Her coat, he noted, was different, he had never seen one like it. His eyes lingered on her coat for what he looked at as a second too long. His was plain, black with white on his underbelly, he looked at her for a moment before his piercing yellow orbs flickered back to meet hers. He shifted his weight as she spoke, introducing herself. He nodded slightly in recognition of her rank.

"Stunt," He said roughly at first. "I'm Stunt.. its nice to meet you too. I don't really have a rank yet, he has to give me mine still." He said, glancing away for a moment. He was hoping to get his rank soon, it was the next morning already and he knew he should be talking to the alpha. Looking at her, a bit of happiness in his eyes he smiled slightly. "How long have you been here, Azmerina?" He asked, curious. He was not sure what to say, this was all he could think of, being one not to talk much... more use to listening. Lots of his pack members would come to him because he was good a listening to them... not often as most kept to themselves and did not want to talk to a low ranking wolf.

Azmerina--Compassion Lies Without Reason

The strangely adorned fae seemed a little happy to be talking with another wolf. Her jobs led her away from the camp and truth be told she most likely spent more time trailing the borders then in her own camp. The female offered a soft ginger sigh before raising slightly up onto her haunches. The linger of spine arched faintly before disappearing into the blur of her pelt. With his nod, she returned one of her own. Azmerina had thought he'd looked at her strangely, was she strange? Her pelt was something of an array many wolves did not carry her strange pattern. She was a rarity if ever one existed. Raising her maw, she nodded once to herself before shifting her paws together. 'It is nice to meet you as well.' Those duel brown orbs came into play scouting along his own flank. He looked the part of a guest but something about the brute told her he'd make a fine part of Wind Pack.

His question, however, caught Azmerina off guard. How long had she been here? The question seemed to bounce off the ends of her mind, and drag her into a almost forgotten memory. With the long hours she spent away from the pack she didn't think or remember, she worked, now she was forced by simple words to recall her life from point one. She was the daughter of a scout, and granted by their last alpha gave the right to her parents to mate. Hence, she was born. The female offered a soft whine. The memories flashed white and the morning of her final day with her mother and her first scouting all came together. She recalled her begging her mother to come, then the next moment she remembered being throw onto a steep rock that clung to the outter walls. Watching in horror as her mother tried to defend her from the starving grip of the group of coyotes.

To far from the pack for help to come, and guilt ridden, Azmerina almost ran away that day, but she remembered her mother's words that morning. About how a loyal wolf lived in their own pack and followed like they ought to. Show of loyality and courage even at the cost of her life. 'Since I was born many a year ago. Before our great King became the king he is today.' Azmerina didn't need to shake herself, she knew where she was, and knew very well the sharing of her tragedy would be known in good time.