Alone, I will always be. [corra/open]

[Xane;;]

-♦-"I feel I shouldn't even be here. But my faith belongs in a pack."
Corra.-♦-

A black ball of fur was settled in a curled up ball. Her sleeping den was and has always been close to the basin, even when mors was the first alpha. Her pack accepted her being a bit distant from them. But when it came to pack duties she was usually there. For everything. Hunting, pack deaths, pack announcements. All they had to do was call and she would run as fast as she could. The black shadow in the grass twitched in her sleep, her paws flexed as she ran in her dreams. In her dreams she was running on water. As she had decently learned how to do.

Shortly after running on the liquid surface a wolf appeared on the other side. She smiled, it was a wolf she had gotten to know. She ran faster, she wolf smiled at her and called her name. "Corra... Come on corra!" her tongue rolled from the side of her mouth and caught the cool air. Her eyes were bright and she ran as fast as she could. "Im coming Kiaros!" her heart pounded in her chest. Not only from running, it was for the love she felt for him. She grew closer and closer. Then he vanished as the wind blew. Her eyes widen and her face straighten in wonder. "Kiaros... Please! Don't... Go..." as he vanished into thin air, so did her concentration. She fell through the surface, gasping for air as she inhaled water into her lungs.

 "Kiaros!" she screamed his name, as if to call after him. Her breathing was heavy, she was panting like she had been running for hours. Looking around, she remembered where she was. The cattails around the basin whispered as the wind blew softly. It was a regular day in the southern pack. Corra alone and Kiaros gone. She hauled herself to settle on her hind end. Orange eyes surveyed tp her surroundings. Today was a good day as any to work on her power. Ever since the quick disappearance of her newfound love and the hard winter she didn't have time to learn her new skill. Spring was the season she was waiting for.

She pulled herself up to her paws and trotted over to the basin. It was a beautiful day to get started. The wind gently played with the tips of the hair on the back of her neck and ears. She smiled lightly, even with the dream she had. Days like this reminded her she would going to be alone to begin with. She stopped on the edge of the basin. Her paws twitched with anticipation. She stared at herself in the water. A light ripple made her reflection distorted. Now where to begin?

[iscourge]

W I N D F I G H T E R

His paws fell, crunching the grass below him, jaws parted an inch or so to let the low-pitched hum echo from him. He recognized the emptiness around him, where he once knocked Moonrunner into a gopher-hole when she was a pup. He left her there, to dig herself out, sitting a few feet away. The memory struck him as funny- she was a terrifyingly small puppy, he could sense that. Getting trapped in holes at four months. Who does that? Moonrunner did, of course.


The blind male continued his trek down memory lane, sure another was hot on his heels. He'd stalk the newcommer too, especially if the apparent 'Witch of the North' was a direct relative. What happeend to the young, happy pup he knew so well? Why did she go? Why did she leave, create an entirely new pack? Had she forgotten about her family in the South? About him? He knew very well it was not his fault. To think such a thing was selfish, horrible, rude. His muzzle fell to the ground, his muzzle closing. It wasn't very likely he'd run into anything here- the gysers vibrated before they went off, and there wasn't much in the way of change.


Sometimes life could be that way.

He sighed, collapsing in the dirt and weeds, dust floating through the air. Still his mind wandered, racing faster than his paws could ever carry him. All he wanted was to let the lonliness overtake him, let the ache in his chest grow to an unbearable sadness. "Please..." he murmured, flopping on his side. "Just let me go."

[Xane;;]

-♦-"Maybe I'm not the only one who should feel the need to be alone..."
Corra.-♦-

She stared into the rippling water. Closing her eyes she concentrated on her power. She took a step on the surface. And another. And another. She was hesitantly walking on the surface of liquid. She opened her eyes, a smile spread across her face. She was doing it! All it took was concentration. But it didn't last long. Of course...

She looked up as she briefly noticed something out of the corner of her eyes. A wolf fell into the grass. More of a collapse, of you will. This broke her concentration. Luckily for her she wasn't in the middle of the basin. When her paws and legs sunk into the water it came up midway on her legs. She frowned, but at least she was at a good start. She headed back to the shore of the basin. Time to investigate.

She trotted over to the ball of fur in the grass. It didn't have the scent of a pack she was familiar with. She narrowed it down to being a loner. A loner male. She slowly approached the male. Her ears folded back with curiosity and defense. "May I ask what you're doing in southern territory?" she lowered herself slightly, in case of a last minute lung. Her voice was deep and her teeth were bare. Loners... Always thinking they can trespass. Disrespectful and rude...

[iscourge]

"Well, it's a little hard for me to be anywhere else." he explained, a massive yawn splitting his sentances. "When I am a Southerner myself." He flipped onto his back, muzzle pushing into the grass, skritching that spot just between his shoulder blades his sharp teeth couldn't quite reach. "I am new, so I suppose I should show you submission? Is this acceptable?" He chuckled quietly, tounge lolling from his jaws. Today was a happy day- the birds chirped, the insects buzzed, and the trees whispered quietly in the distance.

"My name is Logan." he continued, his voice quiet while he 'watched' the gnats above his face- little specs of static in the echolocation barrier. "Brock introduced me a short time ago. Although I don't quite recognize you." he admitted, flopping onto his side, nose raised, almost 'Watching' her. She was 'pretty' to him, with a small frame, and long legs. "Perhaps you would like to help me hunt?" he inquired, finally rising, the dandelions he rested in caught in some of his spikes, making him look like a flower-covered pup.

With one shake, the petals flipped away, the grass petals fluttered into the air, and the flies resting upon his muzzle flew away. A spike or two dislodged, to make way for a new bud underneath. "We can get to know each other while we roam."

[Xane;;]

♦"A midday hunt? I suppose that would be appropriate for introductions?"♦
Corra.

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She stepped back as he happily rolled onto his back. Submission? Was there really a need for submission when she was only a pack member herself. Apparently he was a member of the pack as well. She had never met him. And he was right about never seeing her. As she kept herself distant from the pack in general. When the pack was just her and Mors a long time ago, she had grown accustom to him allowing her to be alone most of the time. Now with all these pack "activities" she felt more alone than ever.

She sat down and curled her tail over her paws. He introduced himself as "Logan". It was odd, even though she was in a pack, she felt like she didn't belong. In all honesty she had only remembered the names of very few members. Their alpha, Brock. And Illyrian. She had known Aryia and Brock had a litter. But she didn't even know what the pups looked like. She didn't know how many, or their names. She didn't even know how many pack mates made it through the deadly winter. She was obviously quiet as she was taking this all in. In fact, she had completely passed his question. 

"A small hunt?" she mumbled to herself. She sounded confused, but she knew what was going on. She just hadn't been acquainted with pack mate interaction. She watched the petals flutter away. "To get to know eachother?" again, she was quiet, she must look like a fool. Or out of place. Like she didn't understand what he was saying. She was use to doing things by herself. Maybe she could use this sort of interaction. "I suppose that would be alright... I haven't eaten much in the last few days..." she nodded to his proposal. 

She stood up to prepare herself for the afternoon. This should be interesting. After all, it was her that distanced herself from everyone in her pack. Maybe this could be a good change for her. Ever since the death of kairos, she had t any interest to connect. 

[iscourge]

Logan felt his form glide easily through the air, his paws trotting happily along. "You never told me your name." he insisted as they traveled along, wondering curiously if she knew his younger sister. Though Logan and Moonrunner were both born to the Southern pack, they both chose differeing paths.... Dangerously differing paths. He always felt a small twinge in his chest when he thought about the 'pup' he grew to love.... Had he not left... Would she have remained?

He said nothing, his furry jaws parted as he emmited a low 'humming' sound, everything popping in his vision like static all at once. Movement, was especially easy for him. Off in the distance, he could hear a warren of bunnies digging through the softened earth. "Do you care for rabbit, miss?" he inquired, his tail lowering slightly to make himself appear less visible as he prowled around, careful to place his paws wherever he felt wet grass instead of dry dirt.

He was never /great/ at catching hare. They always seemed to escape his jaws before he could chomp down on one, though they were bloody fun to chase- especially if you cornered one away from their hole.

[Xane;;]

♦"Maybe I should find out how much has changed"♦
Corra.

She walked along side of him He seemed like he was light on his paws. How strange. When he spoke again, she realized she hadn't introduced herself. How rude of her. But remember, she wasn't the pack socializer. She smiled halfway and awkwardly. "My apologies, Logan..." she coughed. Turning to him she cleared her throat, as if she was making a huge introduction about herself. "Corra..." she muttered. Her ears flipped back slowly to her head. Breaking this awkward habit of no pack interaction needed to be corrected. 

She shrugged as he asked about hare. "It's not the best, but it's certainly not the worst... " she replied. Hunting is usually a solo business for her. Hare and small creatures is what she dined on around here. Pack hunts were never apart of her to do list. And no one questioned it. But again, for as long as she has been her, the new alphas just left her alone. Knowing she was there, but not bothering. "Being in this pack, hare other rodents is my usual diet... None of that fancy dear or bison" she smiled, lowering her head. She must sound like a low life  if this was a "royal" orientated pack. 


Her eyes were locked towards the ground. She wasn't listening for prey, in fact she was finding a way to ask him something. She turned towards him, "Logan, may I ask you something?" she muttered out. Her voice was low and calm. But she wasn't sure how the answer to her question would settle.

[iscourge]

"Corra is a lovely name." he said to her as they wandered, his head swivelling this way and that to pick up on the slightest movement. He felt the ants trickling into their burrows, the hares and mice stuff themselves into their dens- but no large prey to be found. "Heh. I know the feeling. I have to make do with what I find through scavaging- at least I did, before I came back." he whispered to the female, his paws falling perfeclty in step with hers- it sounded as though there were only one wolf instead of two. His gruff voice gave him away.

Logan stopped his pawfalls, his ears lowering back against his head. "What is it, miss Corra?" he questioned, head tilting curiously to a side. What would it be? He didn't quite remember his life before he left the pack- had she been here under Mors? If she were, then... She would remember him- and more importantly, his little sister. It had to be about that. She was wondering if he were Windfighter.

He would be truly surprised if it were anything else.

[Xane;;]

♦"I'm a failure as a lover..."♦
Corra.

She slightly noticed the compliment on her name. With the way his voice was and his body actions came off, he seemed like quiet a charmer. She would keep this in mind. But for now, she had questions she wanted answered. With her constant thinking she had forgotten about the hunt at all. But as long as he seemed okay with it, she would continue on. 

She stopped and sat down. She looked at the ground, wondering how to ask. "What's going on in the pack now?" it was a start. But it was a very vague question. "I mean... I know the leader is Brock... But that's all I know... I don't know of mating, I don't know of litters... I don't know who is in the pack anymore..." her voice sounded embarrassed. She didn't even know what went on in her own home.

She looked up at him, "the last whereabouts of me being around the pack was after mors left and kairos died... After... After I let Brock and ayria be the alpha and alphess..." the painful memories returned to her. The fact that she was almost alphess of the pack with her old love struck her heart every time. She wondered if they would have led the pack together, maybe he wouldn't have disappeared. It was her fault. It had to have been all her fault.