[open to all] in the morning mist

Setting
Genre: Semi-realistic
Location: Riparian Woodland
Time: Early morning
Weather: Cool & Foggy

Feverfew was young but she had an adventurer's heart. That simple trait prevented her from lingering in the safety of the pack's territory. The dullness of every-day pack life felt like a snare closing slowly on her neck. If she didn't do something, she knew she would die. Perhaps not physically, of course, but the death of the spirit was no less death in her measurement. 

Despite her mother's pleas, Feverfew began slipping away from home to wander further and further still from everything that carried the scent of familiarity. She felt guilty, of course, for the worried expressions etched onto her family's warm faces, but the wild wonders of the world called to her like a siren. 

So, last night she had done it. 

Feverfew had left the den where she'd been born and her slumbering family with their sweet, contented dreams, and walked out into the night. She had always gone back before but this time felt different. Freedom made her feel alive! Her blood had seemed to sing and she had laughed as she ran through the dark. Now the darkness had faded and the weak light of morning began to pour through the trees. 

Feverfew stood clothed in fog on the bank of the creek and watched as the shadows pulled back and the birds began to rouse from their sleep to fill the air with song. What adventure would today bring her?

(Hopefully I did this right! Also apologies for mistakes im on mobile)

Wrenzer

Wrenzer trudged through the morning mist of the Riparian Woodlands, following up a report made by his scouts the previous night. A giant ghost bear!  These idiot pups have too wild an imagination. He thought, despite being not much older than them himself, if at all. 

Usually he'd dance through these trees, surefooted as if they were his homelands, but the combination of too many pebbles that didnt spark joy and the heavy weight of the sweating air hanging on his pelt put him in a sour mood.  That was, until a new, sweeter scent enter his nostrils. What have we here....?  A charming smirk crossed his damp muzzle as he sought out the source.  

Giving his dew-drenched pelt a tidying shake he puffed out his fur to look more presentable before taking on a more graceful gait through the cloudy forest.  As he reached a silhuette he believed to be his quarry he let out a holler to the wolf he couldnt clearly see "Why hello there, pretty lady~"  unfortunately for him and owl burst from the tee stump he was catcalling and causing him to flinch as he unable to suppressed a shiver of embarrassment. 

He could tell she was nearby, and silently prayed she didn't catch such a fluke.  Cursed fog!  "Lovely day were having out, isnt it?" He continued with playful sarcasm, pacing in gentle circles in attempt to conceal his mistake.

ooc// No mistakes! I'm excited that you replied. I was afraid no one would be into it! Also, I love Wrenzer's markings. 

It seemed that the world was wasting no time in throwing adventure Feverfew's way. She was downwind and didn't catch the stranger's scent until she'd heard him call out. Feverfew startled and turned from her view of the water and toward the sound of his voice. A flurry of activity turned her eye from the wolf to follow the flight of the indignant owl as it took to the sky. It hadn't appreciated Wrezner's charm and sought a better place to bed down for the coming day. Feverfew took a moment to smooth her hackles before turning to face the unexpectedly handsome stranger as he paced through the mist. 

A charmer, she thought. Her mother had warned her about the dangers of pretty faces and honied words. Despite the memory of her mother's words, Feverfew grinned at her unexpected companion and his sarcasm. "You don't care for the fog? So I am to believe that your flattering was not actually meant for that poor, grumpy owl?" Laughter glinted in her eyes, but her tone was far from unkind. "I love mornings like this," Feverfew offered honestly and turned to look out over the creek. "It's silly, but when the fog is thick, like it is now, it feels like anything could happen. Like, maybe magic is real and not just part of a fun story we're told at bedtime."

"The sun will keep coming up and burn it all off, but for a little while.." Feverfew shook her head a little and laughed at herself for her childishness. "Forgive me, sir. My mother always told me I had to get my head out of the clouds." The girl took on the mock voice of her mother as she continued, "'Feverfew, you're just too fanciful! Get out of your head and be practical!' That's my name, by the way. Feverfew. Hi."

(this is super cool!! I added some decor to my wolf to match the scene, hope you don't mind. Also, this is one of my pups, but I thought I'd use her here c:)

Phoebe | 1 year, 9 months | Female | Location: Riparian Woodland

Walking through the thick fog, Phoebe paused, taking in the early morning sun through her thick double-pelt. She was about to continue walking when she heard other voices and her hackles rose, but her body dipped into the thinning fog. Her body lay against the damp floor of the woodlands as an owl flew past her head. She licked her nose, dampening it even more. She could feel her outer fur beginning to droop with the wetness of the fog. She huffed slightly, sending wisps of fog away from her face. She crawled forward, occasionally peeping out of the top of the fog, but it wasn't like she blended in anyways. Her saffron pelt, which looked like the morning sun did most mornings, was like a sore thumb against the ever-thinning translucent fog. The only thing that could possibly was her eyes, which shone a bright white and reflected any light that looked her in the face. 

Phoebe positioned herself right behind a thick trunked Alder tree, shooing the butterfly from nearby with a low, harsh growl. She stood silently and whisked behind one of the wolves who was rambling on about their mother. "Who are you two?", she asked, trying not to sound threatening, although her mother, Maslenitsa wasn't a good example for that. Her mother was quite aggressive, and naturally, as a queen, everything had to be her way, and her way was perfect....er....to her anyways. She circled both of them and sniffed each of them up and down, probably a little too close for comfort for anyone except herself. She had already heard one of their names, but not the other, and stood with a high head, gazing down on the two rather strange and enthusiastic wolves with her white eyes. 

Phoebe closed her eyes shortly, enjoying the beaming sun who had reached down and kissed all of them. Phoebe's pelt glimmered slightly from all of the dampness that had gathered while she was ears deep in the fog. The fog still covered as far as the eye could see, but it seemed to be thinner now that the sun was shining more by the minute. She thought about what she would do about coming across strangers. Her mother taught her to fight or leave, but she wasn't threatened, yet at least, by these wolves. One of them held a great brown dust color that transitioned nicely into what Phoebe could only describe as the cream color that the Tobacco flowers carried in the pigment of their petals. The other was much more colorful, with great contrasts of white, black, and red hues and also held lines across his face. She quite enjoyed the contrast between them both. She liked the simplicity of the female, but the intricacy of the male. She shook her head violently and violently squeezed her eyes as she had begun to smile of pleasure. Once she was done shaming herself, she gazed lightly upon the two again. 

(Oh jeez Im so sorry!  Ive been disappointed thinking the RP never caught on, little did i know I just wasn't subscribed!  Every time I got a forum activity notification I had hoped it was this, Im such a dunce!  I'll post a response in a few hours when I get home!)

(( Haha! It happens to the best of us! ))

Wrenzer 

Only a moment passed before the real figure he sought started to show itself through the fog.  She'd caught his blunder alright, but she was still smiling, perhaps amused at his playful charm he thought with the pride of a pup whos just caught a jeweled dragonfly as he returned the smile and spun his words to make up for his silly oversight. "That owl?" He scoffed jokingly with a melodramatic roll of his eyes "Clearly just practice, as a much prettier bird has caught my attention now" He winks at the night furred wolf, appreciating the fact that she was now close enough that he could actually see her through the fog.  She went on in appreciation of the weather, and he quite enjoyed her contented ramblings.  There was a warmth to the way she spoke so easily to a stranger she'd just met, one that brought him better comfort than the slim rays of sunlight through the damp air.  Such naivety could get her in trouble with the wrong wolf, but that fact made it feel all the more bold.

"Hello indeed!  Ah yes, mothers can be like that sometimes..  Why, my mother sent me out here on this miserable morning to chase some grizzly apparition!" He emoted loudly, smiling with the same melodramatic energy as before.  "She says Listen to your elders, but you know what I think?  I think she's been licking too many toads!" He nudged the she-wolf playfully for emphasis.  "Anyway, I-" He cut off ears pricked, "Hold that thought."  Swiveling them to try to catch the sound of slightly squishy, slightly crunchy leaves.

Another wolf appeared behind the dark dame, another sweet scent he must have missed over their absorbed chattering.  Though, despite being the sunny color of autumn trees, dappled like the shadows of their leaves, her bark short, and feeling not too far from a growl, seemed to give her a comparatively dark disposition.  He nearly chuckled at the ironic dichotomy of the two, one bright bubbly wolf, a ray of sunshine with a nightly pelt and a more serious demeaner dame with a pelt born of the sun itself.  Of course, these were just his humored observations, in reality he knew little about either wolf but he didn't care to acknowledge that as he quite enjoyed his own minds cannon.

Tearing away from his inner jokes, he sized up the new addition, who was now circling them tightly.  Wrenzer lifted his tail and stood tall for his appraisal.  "Well now, don't you get cozy quickly?" He joked with a smirk at her closeness and prying snout.  "No need to be stiff though, darling, we were just getting to that part."  He gestured with his tail to his first companion, "This lovely lady here is Feverfew, and I-" He lifts a paw to his chest and pulls his chin up exaggeratedly. "I am the chaser of fog bears, Wrenzer, leader of the Harrowing.  In that order, specifically, according to my packmates."  He threw in an eye roll during the fog bear part for flair.  He was surely beating the dead horse with that one, but if his scouts- his mother- were so worried about imaginary things that they'd send him out in the cold wet morning he was going to milk it for every opportunity to pick fun at their expensive, even if they weren't present to hear it and nobody else takes joy in his persistent bites at them.  "A harsh job, I know," He takes a step away, head turned away with a paw to his chest again before turning back to face both of them, giving each equal eye contact as he continued.  "but it's not all bad I guess since my journey has lead me to such fine companions~" The finicky reddish male sat his rump back down taking the level of dramatics with it speak  as he spoke on more casually, giving his ear a quick scratch.  "Anyhow, you can just call me Wrenzer, charmed to meet you both."