Returning of the pack

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Upon hearing the new wolf I have to concentrate so that I still apear unconcious Great I'm in a wolf den, I'm not even used to what I am now, its dark, I'm wet and sleepy, and another wolf walks in, can it get any worse.

[Somebody]

Xerujar sighs a bit, watching them get his den floor muddy. "Very well just try to not make much noise some of us are trying to sleep" he said a bit of frustration in his voice. He growled as water hit him as the new she wolf shook off. He laid back down and place his muzzle on his paws.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

It seems I'm safe for now. I think to myself before closeing my eye and trying to sleep.

[PhantomStone]

trowa nods and walks to a dry spot near the entrance and lays down and rests her head on her paws and closes her eyes and starts to drift off

[Dr. Strange]

White Moon shrugged to herself, opting to tentatively approach the entrance to the cave. "May I enter, please?"

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Oy I just had to think it didn't I, things just keep getting better and better.  Oh well I could have had to sleep out side, I realy need to sleep though. and with that final thought I fall asleep for the rest of the night. 

[Dr. Strange]

"I will try not to bother. I am wet and my pack as settled for the night, I can't reach them in weather like this." She swished her tail, cleaning the mud from her paws slowly, being careful to get all of it out. Sitting in the storm, she waited for permission to enter. Without it, she wouldn't so much as stick her nose or any other part of her body inside. Her tail was a wet, dark purple as rain poured down her skin.

[Somebody]

Xerujar sat back on his haunches. "Don't sit in the rain come in, I offered you the ability to stay earlier. My den if your den for the night" he said not wanting to let any wolf be stuck in the rain if possible. "What you doing so far out here if you have a pack anyways?" he asked.

[Dr. Strange]

"Thank you...." She walked in, magic rippling through the air, the mud drying up and fading away. "My pack is misfits. We keep each other alive because we are those rejected or left behind by other packs. My noble blood dos make me stand out, but most of my friends are the same as I am. My mother, Alia, well..... I'll explain that later. We have nowhere else to go so we look out for each other. That's how we were raised." She giggled, flicking her tail. "Much like those of you I watch paying when the snow falls. I cannot say I've been able to do the same."

Scenting the air, Moon turned her head towards the otter, a silent snarl twisting her lips. She stared at it, (no gender recognition) tail lashing this way and that.

[Somebody]

Xerujar nods at her, feeling sympathy for what must of been a troubled childhood. It seems all of them had hit unfortunate times with pack life. "We have all had our losses in pack members, I used to be a alpha in a pack but lost them to cruel human hunters. You are welcome to stay with us, much game around and plenty of space. Oh and don't be ashamed of your magical gifts..." he stopped and conjured a flame in his paw. "Your not the only one with a gift" he said trying to sound warm and inviting.

[Dr. Strange]

She smiled. "None too much, I see." She waved her paw and a beautiful tapestry appeared on one wall of the cave. "A gift, for receiving me."

[Somebody]

Xerujar smiled at her and peered at the beautiful tapestry to incarnated around den. "You've quite a gift, so how did you end up alone out here? I'd think a male would not let you go and claim you as his mate." he said waiting for her to give an answer.

[Dr. Strange]

"I was chased for a while, but my pack understands now that I refuse any advances. I wish to be alone for the time being." White Moon smirked mysteriously. "The males who tried will hesitate to chase again. I have a persuasive way." She replied, teeth flashing.

[Somebody]

The corner of Xerujar's muzzle pulls back into a smile, this one was special. "Well none will do that in my territory lest they pride themselves a corpse. You said you were royalty? I don't know any royalty around here" He adjusted himself so as to not wake Vixin or shadow up.

[Dr. Strange]

"I was born to the pack alpha of the Athabaskan tribe. My real parents were hunted down and murdered by day-walkers. I was found a few days afterward by one, but this was a sweet one. She raised me as her cub for most of my life. I fight like they, but I look like my kind. I haven't been around wolves for long, my Appa called them Night-Eyes. I didn't realize I was one of them since she'd never shown me who I looked like. She said I take after my mother but I have my father's temper." She smiled knowingly and moved her head as a wisp of breeze caught her fur.