Rounds will end the Sunday of each week, you have 1 week to post your characters here. If you do not post each week, it will be considered that your wolf disobeyed orders and was sent back to Refuge Point.
the heathen bitch's paws dug into the soft flesh of the river's epidermal layers of dirt and grime as her tail flickered behind her with an arrogant and yet annoyed flicker. ears were pressed to the back of her crested skull, the cranium hardened by many months of falling on it as a child -- those back flips were not as easy as she had originally thought. however, the times in the journey that she was allowed to, her light and tea cup paws were a gossamer kiss upon the flat heads of stones, leaping from side to side to keep both her agility and speed up for the lengthening time that it was taking them to get there. her orders and words were clear in her eardrums, the lethal captain's words filtering through her mind like a record player to the tune, his voice playing through her membrane as she filled her mind with such things, to keep her on task. the whispering of the winds that surrounded her made the girl's fur twitch and edge. she was keeping a strict pace, one that the others might not be able to follow her, thus she would pause at every corner, every turn to make sure that no one was being left behind. her paws would wait, gossamer against the ground as she waited for them. each would be accompanied with a snap of her jaws at them, but not directly in their face, with brisk words of encouragement. her slithering and hiss vowels constant as her tongue dragged across the roof of her mouth. while encouraging, they were often hinted with tones that they could be farther ahead and not to lag unless they wanted something to eat them. the cipher's eyes were always looking through the tops of the trees, detailing their size and shape and compartmentalizing them within the gentle curves of her membrane. everything was of vital and knowing nature, nothing was placed or pushed aside from the insects to the texture of the bark of the trees. his tail was in constant motion as she walked, flickering from back and forth with a twisted and snapping motion at the end after a gentle curve. it's hairs pulled from side to side as the wind twisted within the knots and snarls. her nose was pressed to the skies, ebony appendage sniffing the scents that she could as they traversed the new landscapes.
the majority of the journey was not that eventful, the constant slander of those that traveled as a group when leaving the region that was known as home was quarrelsome to say the least. the three recon leaders were the ones in charge, the higher ranking members taking up the brunt of the other's simplistic follies at the hands of the lesser knowns. each was assigned a task, a choir, in relation to their main objective as they moved through and over the regions. at times they left each other, splitting off into three main groups depending upon which way they were told to go. the departure was quick brief but everyone had the same orders -- return home within the thirty rises and falls of the sun into the air. the heat was painful, however, the rains that prevailed at the end were the worst. many of them would agree that it would be easier and more pleasant in the sunlight than in this dreadful weather that slathered their very fur to their bodies. disgust was molded over every one of their features and the facade was slowly creeping itself back into their minds. valkyrie's patience was wearing thin; her body was slowly expressing her fatigue as they traveled. but surely, they were making progress as they moved through the landscape. her tail flickered behind her though, as the female was brought back to the beginning of our little story, sloshing through the water's creek like river. her head twisting backwards as she suddenly pauses, the warm waters starting to slowly bubble beneath her feet as her eyes blinked with a soft and rather slow progression across the members of her group, the settled group of entirely zetas like herself and the one subordinate. they were not the easiest of groups but there was always room for improvement. keep sharp, defenses keen! she called out, her commands brisk and to the point. vertad left, shasta right, roxana rear, came the vibrations as her voice once again shook the air around them. the river was a smooth and slick surface to tread upon, their tracks null and vacant while their scents were caught in a vortex of absolution and nothing as well. they were ghosts in this land and for once, valkyrie was glad that there was no body around, no body to bother her that is.
her eyes skimmed over all of them, waiting for the group to collaterally gather around her, she was facing them, south as it had been a few hundred tree lengths ( aka about .5 kilometers per tree length ) and there noticeable warming in the waters. while they were going north, this concerned the bear hued female for some reason, something just did not feel right. her eyes cast over the group, wondering if those same thoughts were driving through each of their own brains. she waited until they were all gathered, a circle of comrades together in an attempt to further their knowledge. her tail was still in constant motion, filing and remembering everything that she had just seen and heard as they were walking. there still didn't seem to be anyone here, nothing but random and approved shit that they already knew. some herbs were located here, dusted with their own properties and all that other jazz. there were some nice terrain for packs, however. she noticed that without anyone else in the area, mortus sero would be able to double their numbers and train efficiently for awhile before anyone knew that they were still alive, able to rape and pillage those that were still located in the pale harbor of the point. perhaps they would keep a few informants there, to follow the workings of the pack within the point. the viperous female smiled with silent glee, she would have to talk to torvald about such a thing. she was almost certain that the two would be enthused to hear of such a thing. to completely screw over those that were located in the tiny niches of hell that was their own home. by then, however, the vibrations in both the water and the air from the constant foot falls had fallen silent. her opened emerald pools settling upon each of their faces. does anyone else feel the water growing warmer as we go along? she asked, her eyes scanning over the group and waiting to see if they had any answers. she would put her own input once the gathering had spoken their minds, taking in their reasoning and ideas as well as filing in her own. it seems that we need to explore this area more, look to see what we can find in the area, she continued when the other three finally fell silent. however, splitting up is not an option. we still haven't found any sign of predatory animals and i can only feel them watching us. we will have to stay close together, thus which direction should we go? left, right or forward? she would put it up for a vote, they would continue whichever way that the majority of the group believed in. she was the tie breaker if each voted for a different direction, but that was the only say that she got. her eyes swept over them landing in a specific order -- vertad, shasta, roxana -- and waiting until they gave her their answer. ( well then, which way shall we go my darlings? )speech.