Ivory finally got tired of the silence. He was not used to it, and he was irritated by the general silence. Are they mute, or are they just naturally quiet? The tribute was already thinking that this may not have been the right decision, and he watched the other wolves, still tense, before he spoke to the female again. "How long has this pack, gathering, whatever it is been here?" he asked, his ears swivelling when he hears a noise nearby. However, it is only a deer, and he turned his attention back to the ebony-furred one. There's something weird I'm not picking up on, that's for certain. Who's the leader here?

Dusty stepped up to Ivory. Calmly, he greeted her. He then watched Rayen. Rayen looked suspicious and seemed to be thinking hostile thoughts.

it would not surprise Rayen if she learned Dusty though she was strange, what would have caught her off guard would be if he hadn't. In fact such a thing would cause more reaction from her rather then a lot of things. Dusty could sit there streaming insults and all manner of profanities at her all day and she would not even blink, now who would not think a wolf with such control or disinterest was not strange? Her expression still remained unreadable as well as did her eyes, the only thing that may cause one unrest would be the fact that she was a rather large, black, wolf.

Her thought about the male and how he was wise to remain alert and ready for a fight were more complimentary then hostile, in fact she hadn't thought of a hostile thing in the last five or ten minutes. A big accomplishment for the female, but she did not let her pleasure show. "How long has it been here...." She repeated, contemplating his question, "A day or so I have to say, and from what I know we have not yet decided if we want to even be a pack or not." Looking at Saffren again she directed her next question toward the gamemaker. "Have we decided whether we are a pack or not?"

Ivory saw another male come towards him, and he glared at him. "Good evening," he said. Ivory was not a fan of crowds to say the least, it made him extremely edgy and crabby. He could not afford to show his irritation however; these wolves could be on him in a second.
He turned to the female again. "A day or so....." he murmured, thinking. He stood in the same position, now in one of his snappy moods. They haven't even made their mind up yet? What sort of gathering is this? The large male looked over the rest of the pack, gathering, whatever they called themselves.Ivory did not know what the system was here, and indeed, who are the leaders, even. He felt insecure, and he didn't like it. The Arctic wolf couldn't go back into the wilds of the wilderness again on his own; he would have to be a little social, otherwise his time here would be quite difficult. However, this was not going to cure his crabby personality; he was worried about what the other members' reaction would be to his arrival. And this is before I actually meet the leaders!
The only ones who had noticed him was the female and the male who greeted him just now. At least the female isn't being hostile.....makes a change. The tribute had been to many other packs, and the wolves there had chased him off before he even had a chance to say anything.
"What is your name?' He asked the ebony female. He had stopped glaring by now.

Jeana watched the large male wolf speak. The silence between everyone caught her to just listen to the slight breeze and rustle of leaves in the trees. She had no idea of what was happening nor what to think of so she just let out big sigh between the wolves question of 'what is your name' and then quickly walked over to another tree and scratched at the patch of grass.

There wasn't anything for her to talk about. Not knowing what to say seeing as she was normally the one to start conversations. However, this time she didn't feel as if she could. She turned her head back to the other wolves and then flopped down onto the ground, moving some dirt up into the air. She sneezed twice before laying her head on her paws and listening into the wolves short conversation, without even looking at them.

Claire swishes her tail, boredly. She was thinking about giving her pack away, but wasn't so sure about it. So, she looks inside it then looks out of it. 'What to do with it.' The tan fae thinks, then yawns, feeling tired.

Rayen noted the white males displeasure, she agree that this was rather ludicrous and if it weren't for the need to survive she would have left long ago. She watched the others and their reactions, turning her gaze back to the white male. "Rayen." She stated.

Jeana's ears flickered at the wolves short conversation. She twitched her nose and nuzzled at the ground, believing she had smelt out something. Shortly growing bored of the faint scent and with the amount of dirt up her nose, she moved back away from the patch, sneezed and then stood up licking her lips clean of the dirt. She walked back over to the group and stared at the carcass. She then flicked her head over to the white male, "My name is Jeana." she exclaimed.

Claire hides her pack in a hole, then walks around. she had nithung much to do.