closed letting this one die RIP

(sounds good!)

Dream nodded, walking to the entrance of the cave. "Where should we go?" He looked back at his mate, tail wagging and tongue out. He did a playful bow, eyeing her.

Rolling her eyes at him, she grinned before pushing past him. Reaching the camp entrance, she said, “Well, not in the direction of the bear’s den of course.” She thought of a moment before adding, “Why don’t we check up on the other border of our territory. That border could use some new markers as well.” She quickened her pace until they were loping through the forest. “I can’t remember the last time we did this!” she called to her mate.

Aspen put her own scent on the border in the opposite direction. Turning her head away from Dream, she bent her head to sniff at a few bushes that edged the border. She caught the scent of a strange wolf just inside the border. Tilting her head, she followed the scent until it grew stronger. She turned back to her mate and woofed quietly, “Someone’s here.”

Canyon had only gone a few rabbit-hops into the territory of the wolf pack when he heard voices behind him. Pretending he hadn’t heard anything, the dusky wolf continued forward, searching the area for a rabbit to take back to his friends.

Canyon slowly turned as the growl grew. He took in his surroundings first before speaking. In front of him there was a large white male and just behind him was a light gray female. The dusky wolf took one step back and said, “Oh, I just came for a little meal. I hope you spare something for me.” Canyon lifted his gaze from where had had it on the ground to look up into the white wolf’s eyes. His own eyes twinkled mischievously.

Looking back and forth between the wolves, Canyon tilted his head. He noticed a difference in the female wolf's scent than his friend, Halo. She must be the one carrying. "Well, these are troubling times, aren't they?" he woofed, slinking around to the left side of the wolves.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Canyon growled, narrowing his eyes at the white wolf. Glancing back towards the quiet female, he said, "What are you doing out in the forest? I seem to be a threat to your, uh, mate?"

Aspen growled at the dusky wolf. "I can care for myself, thank you. Besides, a loner like you has no authority over the Alpha and Beta." She stepped forward to stand just behind Dream but was unwilling to join in any fighting that could occur.

Aspen kept her gaze on the dusky wolf as she replied, “But what if he follows us? He looks like the type to do so....” She held her tail straight back and her ears lay flat on her head as she lifted her lips in a silent snarl. “The next time one of this pack sees you on our territory, they will attack. Do you understand?”

Canyon’s flicked from the male to the female as the spoke to each other. When the gray female turned back to him, he silently dipped his head, keeping his eyes on her. “Will do, ‘Beta’,” he snarled. Then, he turned and walked, slowly, back in the direction he had come from.

Aspen shivered at the thought of seeing the bear, let alone what it could do if it were still alive. "But, what if it knew we were trying to kill it and avoided the rabbits. What if it kills us?" She didn't want to go there, not while she was carrying pups and she didn't want Dream going there either because he was going to be a father. "We will know sooner or later if it ate the rabbits. I think we should go back to camp and tell the pack to look out for more loners."

Dream faced the storm, and they ran into Moon and Ghost. "Hello, alpha. WE were wondering if you wanted to hunt some deer? I think between you , me, moon and Aspen, we could manage a deer. " Woofed Ghost. She looked at the alpha, licking her muzzle.

Ghost shook her head like a happy jackal, her tail wagging. "Great, I knew you'd be in." She and moon walked beside the two, tails wagging.

Dream raised his tail high, then barked. "We should gather more, make for an easier hunt."

Dream followed after his mate, till there was a doe in sight. He lowered his haunches, slipping into a slow stalk crouch. He crept forward, his tail low to the ground. The doe was munching on some underbrush, and wouldn't know what had hit it.

Dream raised his tail high, then looked to his other packmates, Ghost , Moon and Aspen were already in position. He nodded his head, charging forward. The deer looked up, a leaf falling out of its mouth. It tensed it's body up, ready to run. Dream was on its throat within seconds, gripping and holding on for dear life while he shook.

Ghost ran forward, snow flying . She ran up to the back of the deer, careful to avoid its struggling for life kicks while dream held onto its neck. She swatted at the back leg, while Moon did the same to the other leg, causing it to bow down. She ripped into its side, the leg kicking out and hitting her in the jaw. She whimpered as the world got a little fuzzy, but she resumed her hunt, griping its back leg in her jaw and snapping it. The deer let out several struggling bellows, and it echoed throughout the canyon.

(Hey, sorry about the late response. Got super crazy for a bit over here, lol)

Aspen watched as her packmates ran at the doe before racing to bite into one of its front legs. Her ears lay flat to block out the pitiful bellowing of the deer. She glanced at Dream as he held onto the doe's throat, holding down its legs as it struggled underneath them.

As the doe grew still, Aspen allowed its front leg to fall from her mouth. She took a few moments to catch her breath, and for a quick pain in her stomach to pass, before joining Dream in carrying the deer back to camp. She bent to take one of its hind legs in her jaw and pull it in the direction of the camp.