( Might as well LOLOL )

After leaving her old home, Grace had taken an 'airplane' to wherever this was. The only noise was the scuffling of wind and paper across the roads, and the silent whispers of the echos that lie within the shadows. The female has never been to anywhere like the ruins before. But this, this is just rare. The scent of blood was faint, yet it still clung onto the earth.

Becoming more paranoid, Grace wondered why she ever came to a place like this, yet most importantly, why she hasn't left yet. Something here was drawing her closer into the heart of the place, but the female herself doesn't know what. Her blue iris' flickered over to sound, but it sounded like voices. Hoping that they weren't, Grace kept walking. Turning her head back to face the front, the lone kept trotting across the ruins.

Still can't believing she left such a warm place in Africa, the lone kept trotting until her pads started to hurt. Whining now, Grace walked over to the side of the road and hopped onto a ledge of some sort. Lifting up her worn and dirty right paw, she realized how much they actually had hurt her. 'Why...' Grace thought to herself once again, as her tail swept in an even motion upon the cold cement. Her eyes flickered once again around her, seeing if danger was near. Again; it was paranoia. Grace got on all fours and began to walk around the streets.

Upon finishing her share of the deer the dark colored wolf gave the male a nod before making her way back to where the wolf had met, she had pursued the deer far into the trees and it took some time before she returned to the spot where all the wolves had gathered. But only scent remained, many had left together for the very woods she had come out of. Curious the female was about to follow when the scent of another unfamiliar wolf reached her nose, cocking her head the lupine turned toward this strange scent.

it was a female wolf, that she knew and it seemed she was approaching, the gentle breeze that carried this foreigner's scent aiding the female by carrying her own scent away from the stranger. . She could smell this other wolf, but it could not detect her and as the scent of the female grew stronger Rayen chose to wait. Moving toward a tree the female found a shady spot to sit and wait out of the sun, with that done she turned her gaze toward where this new smell was coming from knowing the wolf would come walking in any time.

After traveling for many days, Jeana rested up against a tree. She took in deep breaths thinking about her past and all that had happened. She scratched them from her mind and stood up again. She began to walk closer to the scent of blood, however it was faint. She was just hoping to find some type of food near by.

Rayen sat and waited, smelling the scent of another female approaching. She made no effort to move or avoid the other wolves as they came closer, licking the blood from her muzzle the female waited her fiery orange eyes taking in everything.

Jeana caught scent of a few wolves nearby. Hoping they were some form of a pack, rather then loners around the area, she decided to take a few steps forward and look for any signs of where they could be.

Smelling the same iron and irresistible scent of blood, the female was on high alert. Her nose couldn't detect the difference anymore from the blood of a wolf, or the blood of an animal. Padding over, she only realized a wolf, with a dead carcass of an animal of the sort. Sighing in relief, the female had her tail wagging at an even pace and stared at the wolf (Rayen) with her blue eyes shifting around.

Staying where she was and refusing to budge, Grace was about a few feet away in case the stranger wolf meant danger. Of course, in a place like this; it would be hard not to be so cautious. Now resting herself by sitting down, the female was alert yet relaxed at the same time. Not daring to speak, the female might just pass by this place with others thinking that she was mute; and Grace was fine with that. 'Being mute might be a fun idea...' the canid thought easily.

Jeana had caught the scent of another wolf close by the one she had found recently. She trotted over, following the scent to an animal carcass. Jeana looked at the two wolves. She felt a little scared, hoping the wolves were kind and not dangerous towards her. She took in a deep breath and spoke before them, "My names Jeana. I didn't mean to barge in on your meal."

Claire grabs a bow and arrow, then shoots a deer. She dashes over to it, takes the bow out, puts her stuff away then starts hungrily eating.

(Um, Claire, I'm not sure if we can use bow and arrows in this rp....We are wolves after all....)

Rayen watched as the two wolves approached, one wagged it's tail before it sat remaining silent, the other spoke introducing herself as Jean. "You have not barged in on anything," Rayen said, "This stranger here has just arrived, and I have long since eaten my fill. " Standing the wolf moved away from the deer carcass to allow the others to come in and partake of the meat. She did not speak, preferring to let her actions and body language do the talking.

Jeana smiled and wagged her tail for a second before approaching the carcass. She tore off a piece of the leg and chewed at it for a while and smiled at the wolf again. "Thank you." she said after a few bites of the left over meat.

She had yet to see the others (or her kin for that matter) and so she began off towards the sound of tearing flesh.
"My, my, have we grown in numbers." she proclaimed aloud, trotting forward.
" I take it you're all new, here? "

Jeana turned around to face another wolf. Seeing how she was speaking, she thought she must be an alpha of some sort. Jeana nodded her head to the wolf, "I'm Jeana."

Rayen nodded accepting the thanks given, her seemingly emotionless eyes shifting to yet another female trotting towards them. This one she remembered from the previous gathering, although it appeared she might not have remembered her. Unconcerned Rayen sat her ever watchful gaze taking in every detail of the canines that surrounded her. The white one- who has just introduced herself as Jeana- continued to eat the carcass she and Grim had caught.

It seemed when a wolf caught a meal others came seeking it shortly after, and although it made sense it could be rather troublesome if those new arrivals were rather aggressive. Pushing the thoughts away Rayen turned her attention back to the small group, " Rayen, " She said simply, "And you are?"

Her glaze flickered from one wolf to the other, confuse by all these wolves. Many were unrecognizable, and many were too overwhelming for the now-mute female. Refusing to budge from her spot, Grace stood up on all fours and dipped her head, while wagging her tail in the out most respect, telling the others that she was no harm. At this very moment, the female had no need to speak, so she remained silent and watched everything.

Now, her hunger had began to rise. The meat over by the stranger was rather appealing, though she needed a voice to ask for it. Thinking slightly for a moment, Grace in the end stood up, and made her way over to the carcass. Looking up at the wolf who had introduced herself named 'Rayen', Grace looked at her before playbowing and flicking her ear and tail over to the meat that was laying upon the cold earth; as if asking for it. 'Please, let her understand, and let me have some...' Was all that she thought to herself.

Rayen's ears perked forward when the other wolf approached then play bowed gesturing toward the meat. "By all means." She said, assuming it meant she wanted to have some as well.

Nodding gratefully at Rayen who seemed to comprehend, the female took a rather small chunk of meat and placed it before her, so she wouldn't be all rude and be digging in a piece of meat that wasn't even hers. Grace felt helpless at this point where she had to ask for food; and let alone ask for it silently. But shrugging it off, the canid took a bite out of the meat, savoring every bite as if it would be her last.

Finishing her piece of meat pretty quickly, she nodded once again at the wolf who had understood her before returning back to her old spot, where she was comfortable with being a few feet away from the wolves. She felt oddly claustrophobic for some reason, as Grace had never had this problem before. Looking around herself, the female also felt like she was being watched, and a shiver crawled up her spine. Shaking her pelt and trying to ignore it, Grace kept her gaze locked on the small group of wolves. 'Why am I here...? And most importantly, why am I still here?' She inquired herself mentally.

Jeana licked her lips and smiled at the wolves, noticing they were all kind and meant no harm to herself. She looked at the wolf who did not say anything but just used actions to ask for things. 'Mute?' she thought to herself. She then thought for a moment what it would be like to be mute. Hard. Thats all that came to her mind.

Grimthorne sighed and rolled over, he was bored out of his mind with nothing to do, all he could do was lay here for now. Glancing upward the male looked around through bright blue optics filled with curiosity, he was aching to explore but the fear of being left behind kept him rooted to this very spot.

Dusty laid down near a tree in the woods, watching the other wolves. All these unfamilar faces were very odd to him. But perhaps it would all become clearer come the time of the games.

Her eyes flickering to the wolf named 'Jean', Grace caught the other wolf looking at her oddly. It was probably about her muteness. 'So what?' The female thought to herself, shrugging her thought away, as she thought that mute was a good idea. There was no reason to speak, nor will there be in the future. Might as well keep her maw shut before anything bad happens, right? Exactly. The tribute now looked somewhere else, figuring that the wolf must have been creeped out by now, since Grace had been staring for more than Jean ever did. She had nothing to do, and it was kinda boring.

Jeana looked at the mute wolf who had kept staring at her. She squinted her eyes and pulled her head back a little, as she felt uncomfortable. After a couple of seconds, she cleared her throat and looked around at everyone else. Unsure what to say.

Agreement

The large male walked carefully into the wolf territory, scenting that the pack wasn't that far away. His amber eyes peer through the bushes, seeing the shapes of different canids. At first, he doubted his decision. Is this really a good idea?
Ivory, for that was his name, growled to himself. Stop being a weak rabbit and get on with it!
He would have to do this sooner or later. He had been around many packs, looking around the perimeter, looking at the wolves within, and he knew he had to settle down sometime or another. The Arctic wolf couldn't carry this on forever - all kinds of different fates can befall a lone traveller.
Ivory made up his mind, and he stepped forward, out of the bushes. His eyes quickly scanned the different wolves. "I take it you are the pack who live in this area?" Ivory asked, looking for any sign of aggression. He tensed his muscles, knowing he was outnumbered. Ivory normally wouldn't have made conversation with other wolves, but he figured he'd have to get used to the idea if he was to join.

Rayen's fiery gaze turned from the mute wolf who had taken a piece of the kill toward the white male that had just approached his body showing uncertainty and tension indicating he was ready in case these wolves attacked. Deciding to speak the female took a breath, her voicing carrying over the distance like a beautiful melody, yet underneath it held a certain air about it that commanded attention without outright snarling or shouting. " So it appears." She said, giving Saffren a raised brow look as if questioning whether they had indeed form a pack or not. No one had informed her of the the sibling's decision, she didn't even know the would be leaders were even related- although she did have her suspicions.

The white wolf looked at the female who answered him. A note in her voice had caught his attention, and he eyed her suspiciously; something about her made him feel ill at ease at once. Ivory shrugged off the feeling, his golden eyes shifting to the one the ebony wolf had looked at. He looked her up and down, studying her markings. Must be the leader, or someone of authority..... Ivory looked back at the midnight female. "Very well." He did not sit down, nor make himself at home, instead he stayed where he was. Ivory looked over the rest of the group, noticing it was unusually quiet.

Rayen turned her gaze back to the new comer, her ears swiveling to catch the sound of his voice when he spoke, she noted how he still refused to sit our relax among these wolves. A wise decision, he was in an unknown pack's land and had yet to be told or shown he was welcome by the authoritative figure among them. Only a fool would think they were safe in such a situation as this, if he only knew that these two wolves feasting upon the kill she had made with Grim were also travelers. But neither of them spoke at the moment, one appearing to be mute or simply extremely shy about her voice.