Who says the Alpha can't leave her land?

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The question forms with some harshness in her mind as Chaos lopes into the forest. The lovely snow crunches under her hardened pads, and her thick fur blocks out most of the cold, enforcing that her breed were made to live in the cold harshness of the ice lands. Her thick fur has grown in beautifully, and she is now a year old. Her eyes scan the clearing, watching for any sign of a threat. She knows, like everyone else, that brutes are not allowed in the Winter Forest, but that doesn't mean some are not willing to break the rules for some free "fun". The wind ruffles her darkening fur, for summer is approaching and naturally, she looses the whiteness in her fur that would give her away if she were to hunt. But of course, in her land, Stone Frost, the snow stays year round, lowering her ability to stay hidden.... along with her ego. Chaos prides herself in her ability to hide, and to move quickly, as she had learned while wandering the land as a juvenile. She dislikes the natural changing that she has to go through every year, and it means less prey for her to catch.. more for her mate, Youssarian, whom she enjoys competing with to see who can catch the most prey. Unfortunately for her, he usually wins as she changes. Chaos ruffes her fur, shaking the gloomy thoughts out of her head. It doesn't do to dwell on wishes that won't come true. Her little pack is growing, but she would like to have some pups and a few more she-wolves. She might have to go claim some wolves... or Youssarian might, she thinks slyly, though she would much rather have the wolves wander into her land rather than claim them by something like force. Perhaps she could ask some of the she-wolves here if they would favor her Neutral pack. To her, being neutral seems best, as a wolf is niether dark nor light, but has a little of both. So caught up in her thoughts, Chaos is, she doesn't notice the pawsteps behind her. When she does, she turns, fangs bared, ready to strike. One point for Youssarian.

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The light she-wolf made her way into an unknown land with unknown trees and everything was just unknown. The timid wolf once was brave and strong. What happened? The threat of her sister. Aerona had actually tried to start a family! Little Aerona's running around causing havoc. she shook her head, embarrassed at these thoughts. Why wasn't her sister like herself? Was there something...wrong with her? Genetics? None of their parents had been like that. She supposed Aerona felt lost in a world of good. She might be more comfortable in a world of...evil? She shook her head, as if she was emptying her thoughts out of her ears that way. She tried to make her mind a blank white canvas, but paint spots splattered on it, and those spots turned into images, which eventually brought her back to the crisp taste of Spring and the forest around her. Paws leaving little prints in the geography, Anwyn sniffed deeply. Her nose picked up another smell, and her orbs focused into the direction. The geography underpaw ripped easily through her intimidating paws, and she felt her strength returning, in points. Her wrapping was blown in the wind of a faster pace, and she considered running, for a moment. But she actually slowed. What am I doing? I do not know this...mystery creature up ahead. She aimed her audits to the ground, ashamed and foolish. But she was still staggering on, her curiosity never breaking. she came into a small clearing. A she-wolf in front of her, and her back was turned. Taking a tentative step forward, her paws crunched in the sprase snowy geography, making that classic crrrunch noise. She froze as bared teeth met her face on, but did not hit her. closing her eyes, she was forzen to the spot. Her mind finally turned into the blank white canvas. Where are the paint splotches?.

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Her snarl lessens as she realizes the wolf she had turned on is not in any position to attack. She studies the stranger's body language, and seeing as the she-wolf doesn't seem to dominant, raises her tail slightly. She holds her head up, taking her position as alpha seriously, even when off her turf. A shy smile creeps its way onto her lips though, curious, not sly. The new wolf, a light or neutral, she guesses, appears to be confused and wary. She watches the newcomer with wary eyes as well, not knowing when the other might attack in fear or anger. This is the time to tred with careful paws, watching every pawstep, examining the consequences. She takes a hesitant step forward, just a small one, wanting to give the other her space. She dips her head in a silent greeting, eyes flicking downward for the slightest moment before flashing back up warily to the new wolf. Greetings. I am Chaos, Alpha of Stone Frost. Who might you be? Her tone is light and calm, with no indication that she would hurt the other. Perhaps this new wolf would like to join her growing pack.