Faylen held a wide and firm stance as she stood at the lakes edge, head hanging over the crystal clear water watching the small trout picking at the kelp upon a rock. A small smile tugged at the edge of her maw and she resisted the urge to lick her lips. Oh it had been a while since she had a proper meal... Granted fish was not her first pick but it would be better than starving for another day.

As the small unsuspecting fish came just a little closer she made her move. With one fast swipe of her paw the fish flew from the lake landing upon the shore, flopping about helplessly. A full smile now graced the young she wolfs lips as she trotted toward the flopping trout. She reached out batting it with her paw as the thing tried to flop away and back toward the water. She would have none of that though. Holding the thing down by its tail she reached down taking it in her jaws and sinking her teeth in. It struggled for a while longer but eventually fell still in her jaws as she trotted off along the shore happily, her tail raised proudly for once.

(I am Cuan in this roleplay, my name means: little wolf or little hound according to some random website which I collected my name from. My character's background, storyline, etc. will be told throughout the following posts and some of the flashbacks he has of his 'clan' or to be more specific, his pack.)

Cuan raised his moist snout to the chilled air, releasing an inaudible howl before he continued with his hushed hike in the snow. His small body trembled as a gust murmured through the dense forest. He clearly wasn’t constructed for this and he never had been, so his pack had led him to accept as true. The reason the clan chief sent someone like him out in harsh conditions was beyond him. Was it some sort of assessment? Nevertheless, he carried on, his eyes darting into every bush, every clump of snow, every trunk, every tree.

Cuan detested the way his clan treated him (the Chinua clan), they would patronise him because of his youth and his size. He despised it. His thoughts instantly drifted away as he heard a soft splash. Cuan’s head spun to where the noise derived from. He broke away a few twigs with his snout and poked his head through an open space in a small bush where he saw another Wolf. Was it from his clan? He moved closer silently, getting a better look at the animal. She was definitely not a part of his clan. There were no females in the Chinua clan.

He took another inquisitive step closer as a twig snapped abruptly under his paw. Cuan froze, his heart skipping a beat as the sound echoed through the woodland. Should he run? He gulped; maybe his tiny body could come into play here. He growled as he stepped back and started to run away with small bounds in the deep snow.

Faylen stopped a few paces from the lake, laying down in the bed of snow, the fish between her paws, licking slowly at its side as it took its last few flops for life. A smile pulled at the edge of her maw as she prepared to have her meal. Sure fish wasn't her favorite but it was food and she couldn't be too picky now could she... Winter made food scarce. Even Dolphous had trouble hunting for them now.

Before she could get to fully enjoy her meal however the snapping sound of a twig drew her attention else where. Perking her ears the small grey female lifted her head to spot a male at the edge of the forest, seeming to creep out of the underbrush. He wasn't very large. Still young no doubt. Faylen smiled slightly, her tail wagging slightly over the blanket of snow. No reason she couldn't be friendly. To trusting... that's what Dolphous always said. That she was to trusting of everyone and didnt understand a true wolfs nature. Perhaps he was right. But how could she learn when he would keep her isolated and away from everyone else.

At his discovery though he gave off a low growl before turning and bounding away. Faylen frowned. She hadn't said anything to him... Why would he run from her? Over come by curiosity and her puppyish side, the young fae abandoned her meal there in the snow, leaping up and bounding after him, a smile pulling across her face as though it were a game.


((I forgot to mention, Faylen is only part wolf. She is also part dog so she is smaller than most wolves. I like to reveal histories through RP most of the time but I thought I would just mention that tidbit.))

Cuan darted an zipped through trees, bounding through bushes and leaping across small ponds of water. He turned his head slightly, noticing the female following him, catching up with his small body rapidly. He remembered what Arnou -- the clan chief -- told him about young, female wolves. Don't go near them, they are mischievous trouble makers which will only get you into trouble. He wasn't sure if he could believe this, this one didn't look evil or anything. Nevertheless, he followed the howls of his comrades, hoping to escape the female wolf.

(Kinda short, I know. The stuff in the italics is what the clan chief, Arnou told him about female wolves.)