[center][h2]Reaver[/h2][/center]

Suddenly from a large pile of rocks near the center of the packs territory a howl pierced the morning air signaling the rest of the pack to gather so that orders could be given by the Alpha. Reaver Stood waiting, his black coat glinting softly against the morning sun, His ferocious gaze darted about, not in fear but in simple readiness. Scars could be seen on his shoulders where a tiger had once tried to slay him...yet...here he stood. His aura was one of resolute leadership. this all being said he might have been a bit rough around the edges but he wanted what was best for this pack and he would have it no matter what. Reaver watched carefully as everyone gathered counting and making sure not a soul was missing.

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[center][h2]Calypso[/h2][/center]

Calypso was standing near a small stream her stomach growling, she could see tasty fish but was having no luck catching any and hunger was beginning to take it's toll on the little cub, robbing her of her energy and making her tired. Defeated the little cub began walking down the river's edge feeling sick. She had no idea she was right next to the wolf territories and was making quite a bit of noise as she stumbled forward not attempting to be sneaky at all in her hunger sickened state.