On the lonely road [Mag/open]

[Bigby]

Bigby walked along the old road, patrolling the area with a lovely smile on her face. It was warm outside, and the tar under her paws certainly did not help matters, but other then that slight discomfort, she was content with looking out for intruders.

Bigby knew the rules, She knew them by heart. If she spotted anyone around Reaper lands She was to take them to the Alpha....Oh wait thats her. Bigby stopped in the middle of the road when she remembered this little fact. "Great, Bigby what am I gonna do when someone brings me a mut?" She asked herself allowed. This thought disturberd her a little.

She knew she coulden't kill them. She's not that kind of wolf that just kills anyone who breaks a rule, or come into the territory. Biggby took a deep breath before looking around. No one was close to her at the moment, bigby reasured herself. She walked over to an old car and hopped in in for a little, to ponder about what she was going to do.

"Well, killing is out of the question, unless they harm one of my members, then I'll get nasty. I could always beat them up!....But then I'd feel like a bully..." Bigby put a paw over he nose and sighed. "I'm a horrible Reaper alpha...." She told herself sadly.

[Mauller]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/xpnbwm.png] 30 MiNUTES. She knew she shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be wandering around in a pack's land without permission. Shouldn't be alone and vulnerable. And definitely shouldn't be expecting the alpha, or whoever she happened to run across, to believe her reason for being here. It was the same feeling of dread of what could happen that she always felt when entering a new territory. There's no telling who could show up, or what they could do. But, she reassured herself, she would never survive if she didn't take chances now and again. Given that she could barely hunt, and there were no humans in the city to scavenge food from, she was given to desperate times and desperate measures. Honestly, how hard could it be to believe that she is simply a wandering singer, offering her services in exchange for food or shelter? Great. She was screwed. 30 MiNUTES. The wolf stepped lightly as she followed the curve of the road, her body tense and senses on high alert. Many times before she had been ruthlessly attacked for simply setting foot on packland, and not allowed to explain her purpose. She had gone hungry those weeks. But she refused to let a few bad experiences ruin her possible future. If the alpha here was willing to listen, then she was willing to sing. Though, for a small fee... Before she had been tricked, and one 'hungry' alpha male tried to keep her for his own. But that is a story for another time, and another place. The white wolf paused, head lowered, ears erect, and tested the wind. There was the scent of a female wolf, and what she had come to identify as this pack's scent. If she was lucky it was the alpha... or maybe that would be unlucky. For a moment she held her position, caught between fear and desperate need. Her body needed food, but her instincts were telling her of the possible danger. Without a sound she moved forward. 30 MiNUTES. Though she wasn't a great hunter (which was mostly due to her emaciated state), she had a keen sense of smell, and eyes like a hawk. She tracked the scent of the female to an abandoned car, and now stood thirty yards away from it, staring uncertainly at the rusted metal heap. She could see a tail poking out from one side, but it made her task none the easier. With a silent gulp Blind Mag padded up, making sure her feet kicked pebbles and fell loudly so that she wouldn't startle the wolf into an attack mode. She wanted her presence to be known before she spoke. "Greetings. I am Blind Mag, a wandering singer. I was hoping I might offer my services in return for a morsel of food?" Her voice was like silk, smooth and cool, her words courteous. She felt like a fool, no better than the dirt she stood upon, for having to stoop to such low a place to survive. But survive she must...