Accidental Tresspass [Kale/Open]

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K A L E
Son of BROCK

Anger. Frustration. Rage.

These things vanished from his veins as he flew, and flew, and flew, his magnificent silver wings beating the air furiously. His paws tucked themselves below his pale belly, his yellowish eyes narrowed against the wind.

Behind him, he could hear the gently pattering wingbeats of his companion, but he didn't feel like talking to Alo right now.
Kale couldn't stand himself. Though he was barely a yearling, he had been through far too much. His mother vanished one night- simply vanished, and hadn't returned. Every time he stared in the puddles in the basin, he saw Ayria's beautiful face, and saw his father's sad, depressed eyes staring back at him.

His jaws parted in a frustrated cry as he began to loose altitude, diving down into the trees, his wings growing tired. His muscles braced themselves for impact, and with a grunt, he tumbled head over paws, and landed, belly-up deep in the middle of Teton Forest, deep in the middle of Eastern territory.

All around, he could feel the scents of the weakened Eastern pack, he could feel the glares, the stares. The hate. The anger...
Much like himself...


The crow landed atop a nearby branch, a wing outstretched while he pecked at the long, ebony feathers, still a little fuzzy from chick-hood. "You fly too fast for me to keep up." the little wolf's companion teased, peeking down. Well, that's what Kale took it as anyway. The male couldn't really... 'HEAR' what the bird said, but a fuzzy image of a silvery tail far, far ahead of his beady eyes said enough.

"Sorry," he grumped under his breath, his muzzle pointed at the ground as he weakly, half-heartedly flapped a wing. It seemed sore- too much so for him to lift his own weight again. "KA." he spat, collapsing into the mossy ground, his paws covering his muzzle quietly. How unfair! All he wanted to do was get away from everyone, from every pet. It wasn't fair at all.

Now, he was going to die.

Rumors passed around the den in the light of the full moon came to mind- the massive, black wolf with teeth sharper than brambles, the crazed, lonely alphess who shot long spikes into muzzles at eye-contact, a lanky trickster who could convince you to jump into the river and drown, saying it'd be good for your own health.

They, these 'real' threats, they frightened him more than the supposed 'Power of the North.' The Northerners, Moonrunner, knew better than to attack the Southern wolves. They were a family, a tight-knit family. They would never allow such an attack to go un-noticed.
But his small, loving family seemed to be breaking up. His sister, his beautiful, strong sister, and his fantastic mother, seemed to go missing the week before, and they hadn't yet come back.

Kale knew. They were lost, lost beyond means.



He saw crimson before his vision, snarling at unseen enemies, snapping at bushes and crushing the branches below his paws before finally calming down, more exausted than ever. An image of fear flew into the mind of his curious crow, the creature twittering angrily upon the branch with the male. Still, he stayed, a tiny shadow to the wolf, who began to drag his paws back towards the border. Hopefully... He wouldn't come across any others on his way.

[Xane;;]

♦"My authority as leader will only grow stronger."
Sira.♦

She had been occupied with keeping her pack together. As unfortunate as it was, it was easy to do with little numbers. Today she found herself scouting out a hunting ground for their next pack hunt. It was time they got together and did this, as feasting on small prey was becoming tiring. Not to mention unfulfilling. Nothing like a pack hunt to make the blood rush. You didn't get the same effect from rodents in the forest. 

Right now she was around the cabin. She sat at the cabin doors. One of her quills remained still next to her paw. It was brittle and discolored from aging the sun for the last couple months. Her eyes were fixed on it. Her face showed no emotion. The quill represented the day she came back and for her pack. The day she promised herself to quit moping around and get business done. It also represented the day of another loss of her heart. 

It was true, warg had taken advantage of her pack hospitality. And he tried to take over her pack while she was gone. She told him to leave and never come back. But part of her wished she had said otherwise. Because before she left, she had felt a tinge in her heart when she was around him. He was a charmingly rustic. He was learning the ropes of being with a non blood thirsty pack. He was by her side and she loved it. Overtime, she began to love him.

She closed her lavender eyes to prevent any water up. She has gone through so much. And now she has grown to do it alone. At least, not to let her heart win so easily. And so far, she found it difficult to not think about Thor and her first liter. They had fallen from her grasp. And it had happen at the same time last year. 

Her eyes opened. Her expression was melancholic. But she had to keep moving to make it back to her pack by nightfall. She stood up to make her way through the valley. Turning around, she hesitated enforce taking her first step. It was then she saw a large creature fly over the valley. And now, she was forced to investigate. 

She ran to the valley. To make sure the creature wouldn't land among her territory. While she ran she noticed the hoofed prey in the distance. For now, this would be the place the hunt would take place. It would have to suffice. Either way, it was most likely the best location. That is unless she found something otherwise in the forest. 

The once lavender eyes slowly began to turn a frosted green. It matched her sense of curiosity. With the creature flying over head, it could raise any sort of questions. Where was it going? Where did it come from? And lastly, why was it here? The questions buzzed unanswered. Suddenly it hit her like old stump. Her eyes fixed on the figure. Her fur began to bristle. The winged creature was discovered. It was a wolf. And now, she could feel her quills shiver under her skin.

The wolf landed. More or less, it collapsed. It must have flown far. A crow followed it. Possibly a companion. She had heard of those but she could never see how it was possible. Mostly likely a gift of the Uuma form.

She had entered the forest now. Feeling herself getting closer to the landing site. She wondered if the wolf half moved on or had been so badly injured it wouldn't move forward. It wasn't too long with her quick running speed that she located the crash site. Standing at the edge of the newely dug up dirt. She lowered herself to scent the area. 

Southern.

A deep growl came from her throat. "Trespessing on my territory?" she spoke quietly. "They better be prepared..." she stood up and looked around. Easily locating which direction it went it. She tore off after it. 

She wasn't subtle with her approach. Cashing through trees and bushes. Her paws stomping on the ground with running. She didn't care. It was her land. And she was doing what she could to protect it. 

She caught up with the figure. Surely enough the southern scent had grown stronger. "Explain yourself!" she howled after him. Her eyes were fixed on the silvery-white wolf. Her stance was ready for launching incase of a last minute and sudden attack.

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Kale felt the blood push through his veins run ice cold at the voice, and his eyes grew wide at her tone. Silence met his jaws, though he tried to speak- to explain the confusing emotions battling violently in his brain. The yearling chose his words very carefully.

"M-M-My name is Kale." he remarked quietly, backing himself into a tree, in case any of Sira's lackeys were nearby. But this wasn't Moonrunner- this was a different Alphess, mayhaps, a more forgiving female. His mother always spoke fondly of her, when she did come up in conversation. This was the fae with the spikes that now stood on end, probably aimed at his throat- his gaze didn't dare leave her eyes. "I-I-It was an accident, m-m-ma'am. I was flying blind... I didn't care where I ended up. I just wanted away from my father. I couldn't take it anymore!" He felt his voice rising, the twittering of his companion crow growing louder in his ears.

"I can't STAND living there anymore! He doesn't understand me! He doesn't care! He just knows I look like his mate, and I'm disapointing him! He's too concerned with the others to pay attention to poor little Kale." His back legs dug into the dirt, as if he were preparing to lunge, but instead, Kale broke down. Words poured freely from his jaws, dripping like water from his heart. "I hate my life! I'm sick of everything! I just want to run! I want to go, never be found again!"

Would this female understand him? This alphess? Kale's anger, frustration, and ultimately, sadness heightened, until he finally lay himself on his side, whimpering quietly before the Alphess. Alo, the crow, swooped down to rest on the wolf's side, adjusting his wings comfortably to watch Sira. Would she listen? Would she understand?

[Xane;;]

♦"...poor guy."
Sira.♦

Her stance remained strong as the male turned around. He seemed shocked and at a loss for words. This was expected by being met by the leader of any pack. Words tumbled out of him.  The more he spoke the more she realized he didn't mean any harm. This wolf definitely came from southern territory, he had the resemblance of both the alphas. Apparently he had just flown into the territory without noticing how far he had gone. Her ears flickered as a near by crow had begun to chatter as the conversation grew deeper. 

Her eyes widen as he continued speaking. This young old was experiencing much stress, he didn't care who he was talking to, as long as he was able to speak without interruption and understanding. He spoke of him being a disappointment to his father. Wanting to run away. Wanting to leave his home. She didn't have a clue how things were going in the southern pack. But by the looks of it, it seemed like things weren't easy for any wolf. Especially this one. 

As he finished speaking he looked up at her. A gathering for words was in order, but she didn't know where to begin. He was obviously distressed, but she wast sure if it would be a wise decision to allow this southern wolf to gain access to her territory. But at the same time, she understood where he was coming from. Starting over new. Finding a new life. She was in his paws at one point. Then she met Thor. 

"Kale, is it? The son of brock... " she began speaking. "You flew into my territory because of failure to pay attention with these problems in your home territory?" well... It was a start...