Golden eyes would blink softly in annoyance to the wind that dried them. Fur disturbed in its invisible presence as the soft stands of cells whipped around a lithe and athletic canid shape. No matter the distance, it would be blatant that the wolf was female. The thing frame, the distinguished long face. She was staring off into supposed nothingness. Lost in the distant sights. Her pelt illuminated by the glowing tracks and ridges marking her bodice. She yawned, then continued her stare. Sitting atop the highest point of her little hill, a slight overlook across the expanse of land. Her thing ears swiveled back and a small dark nose twitched. Whiskers quivering. 

She would glance behind her occasionally in worry, then back to the distance, an incredibly long tail laying limp over the hills. The necklace of bird skulls rattling together in their own sort of music. The holes in the bone creating whistles of all separate pitches. Singing to her. She remained silent, merely a statue against the billowing winds. Relentless in their attempt to send the hellion back to wherever she had come. It could have been hours before she finally rose to her feet, hunger tainting her peace. 

"A hunt would seem to be wise. I have not eaten well lately. And I've only been starving my shadows...." She spoke softly. Such a voice wouldn't have been expected from the massive fae. Even as she glanced back to observe the female coyote trailing behind her at a considerable distance. The poor thing burdened under pregnancy. Kindred pushed her ears forward in acknowledgment. The coyote scrambled to hide in fear of the large female catching her. Kindred shook her head and chuckled at the poor thing, smiling. She would never harm the helpless scavenger. Her mate had likely been killed or had left her. She would be burdened with newborns in this disgustingly cruel world. Kindred had slowly been gaining her trust, the coyote would dart behind her if danger rose. And would sometimes come to eat beside her. 

With her mind settled on food to supply herself and the soon-to-be mother, she picked up a soft gallop into the timber to find the easiest form of food. She wasn't a scavenger and didn't ever plan on it. Rather the fae closed in on the scents of a small herd of fallow deer. They weren't too far off and as she gained ground to them, she could sense that there were three or four stags within the group. One of which would be the meal she wanted. 

Kindred approached in silent anticipation, head low as she slowed and crouched. The Herd stood approximately three or four yards ahead, unaware of the looming threat the crouched within the fauna, choosing her next meal. Golden eyes closed in on a large stag, her ears pressing forward. She slowly advanced, silently gliding across the ground with fluid perfection. Her paw pads tingled in excitement. She was close now. The stag was alert, weary. The feeling of eyes burning into his spotted back causing him to create low sounds of worry. But after near to ten minutes he returned to his grazing. Kindred resuming her advancement on the stag. Despite being canid she moved like a panther or lion. Body held only an inch above the ground, tail hovered over the grass to avoid too much noise, though the attempt was futile as one of the does within The Herd crowed out an alarm and the whole herd jerked into a sprint, the stag she had targetted at the lead. 

Kindred cursed and bared her teeth, springing to action as she lunged across the field after the stampede, fainting to the left to leap over logs and rocks, turning again and sprinting to cut them off, running as if she were running from the devil himself. The Herd was close, she could see them approaching, she'd make her move soon.

The second the stag closed distance, she lunged from her place and locked her canines around the crowing prey animal. Snarling at the relentless kicks and strikes it delivered to her side. She shook her head wildly, finally breaking the neck, and cutting off all air access, the stag was dead in seconds. 

Kindred drug the body into the covered forests, setting the kill down and looking around for the pregnant coyote. The sight of the small canid slinking into view and towards the carcass made the end of her long tail sway in welcome, before dipping her head and ripping, digging into the kill eagerly, paying no mind to the coyote who closed in to do the same. In a sense, the scavenger had become her close company. Even if they hadn't spoken, she knew the canid's name. Beverly. The Coyote knew her's as well, but she still didn't trust the wolf much. And Kindred didn't blame her. It would be unfair. Wolves often hunted scavengers. 

Kindred looked to the coyote as she ate eagerly and hummed continuing in her indulgement and losing her sense of mind to the real world, to pay heed to only the meal and the good deeds she had done for the pregnant coyote she traveled with.

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(Ooc: Sorry if I failed to describe the area. I'm not too familiar with the layout of Tortuga so let me know if I got anything wrong. XD)

Somewhere along the coast near the Golden Pass a lone wolf wandered slowly along the stretch of land that bordered the sea. The gray and white figure kept a close proximity to the calm waves that breached the sandy coastline. The only sounds that polluted the early morning air was the calming song of the waves churning and the muffled sound of the moist sand as the young timbers paws compacted the loose earth underneath him leaving behind a small trail footprints that were destined to be washed away with the next cycle of the waves. Crimson eyes scanned the beach attentively obviously looking for something but there was little to be seen besides the debris of past storms and a few shells that the youngster ignored. Though secretly he wanted to collect them but he was here for a different item. Well material would be the actual term for what the teenage timber was combing the banks for and that material was the last piece to complete his current project. A pouch. Over the past few days Jabir had made a strap of vines. He couldn't recall how many hours it took him to braid the material into the sturdy, but flexible, strap that now laid upon one of the many outcroppings that littered the inside of his den. They were quite handly to lay things when the timber had to adventure out into the forest either to preform duties as a Torch or to seek out more items. Yes Jabir was currently off duty and was indulging in his hobby.

Although the wolf was young Jabir had a talent for crafting, as well as fire, and he found it relaxing to create something from what others viewed as useless trash. It was all just a puzzle to figure out and the young wolf loved to explore the creativity of his mind as he tinkered endlessly with the many trivial things that he came across. Like all the shells that laid half buried on the coast. All beautiful and numerous but currently beyond Jabirs grasp...but not for long. A gust of wind blowing off the sea tousled his bangs which he smoothed out with his gray tipped paws to renew his vision. It was a peaceful dawn that he enjoyed especially with the dense fog that clouded the area. He didn't know why but cool foggy mornings were the most beautiful. The curling white mist writhing along the cool morning air and casting everything into a darker hue of what it actually was. In his eyes it made everything more vibrant than the sun ever could; well at least to him. Indeed Jabir was a very odd teenager but out here alone the boy didn't have to worry about trying to impress anyone. 

Jabir was begining to doubt that there would be anything of use to be found. Maybe he could try again after a few days. Turning his gaze from the sand he scanned the area around him; looking for a promising direction to head. It was at this moment when he noticed the dark outline of a creature walking towards him from the opposite direction...or was it walking away? That was the only draw back of fog; it didn't help visiblity. Luckily the bangs framing his sharp features made focusing easier as he squinted and attempted to make out the walk of the shadow. It moved like it walked on all fours but nothing else could be detailed. The young male closed said eyes and took in a deep breath which he then released slowly as he calmed his nerves to do what he was about to do. Crimson orbs stayed locked on the swaying shadow approaching him, "Oi," he called out , "be you friend or foe stranger?"

Dry leaves cracked and crumbled beneath nimble paws, a trail parting in the wake of the mamal as it moved fluidly through the timber, a long, thick tail trailing behind the tall and thin body. With each step the dire wolf took, the necklace of bones rattled together, though quietly. Cushioned by the thick obsidian pelt cloaking the wolf's body. Bright golden eyes watched the surrounding area in curious amusement. Though it ay have been dark, she was interested in every single detail of the timber she wandered. 

Little could disturb her curiosity. Her dark nose pushed through the leaves along the floor, taking in the damp scent, occasionally pawing through the dirt in search of roots or anything interesting, She looled up to blink at the starred sky, tail tip giving a soft wag and sway. She enjoyed being alone. But once a pack wolf, always a pack wolf. She didn't belong in the lone world. Her heart belonged in the pack. In the midst of other souls. She didn't much care about rank, though being an alpha wouldn't be too bad. Her father had been an alpha. She wanted to fulfill his vision of her future, but beggers can't be choosers. 

She licked her upper jaw and yawned, shaking out her pelt. She sat down softly to itch behind her ear, closing her eyes. The glowling along her body pulsed a few times before settling to their calm glitter, watching the area around her, nose twitching as she attempted to uncover scents.

This was such a strange place, having come from lands of snow and ice. This land had no snow, not yet at least. She couldn't be sure if it would or wouldn't. Her ears would perk and her eyes would turn to the sounds of the night in curious amusement. A strange, cackle of a noise would emerge from her jaws, and distant calls would reply. Birds of the night. Strange birds that she couldn't see, but knew were watching. Spying on her very existence. She knew of the owls, they kept her company, they would sing with her on nights where the moon would truly listen to her. Her pulsing lines would glimer then burn out, returning at a steady glowing burn. Illuminating her sides and face.

Golden eyes closed as she rose to her feet again, and her long tail swayed, unconciously creating long tracks in her wake as she again started along the path she knew would take her at least somewhere. Head held high, relaxed. She knew if any encounters were to happen, she owuld only show threat in being tense. The fae's relaxed appearance had gotten her more friends than foe. Even with as many fights as some would beg for, she wouldn't be one to start them. Only would she step out of her line into the ways of violence if absolutely nescesary. But violence went against what her father had taught her. Patience was the true ways of the alpha. Kill the enemy with your eyes and kind words. Tooth and claw is too much work. It creates hatred, and fills your soul with bile. She believed that whole heartedly. Even as she wore the tribal symbols around her neck, and the band of feathers round her tail, she wore them in proud show of loyalty to her father to show of her belief against battle and violence, Trekking through this unknown land with the confidence of many.