Where Wild Is Never Free (wolf RP) Sign Ups

Rinn followed Ash to the rest of the pack with a silent stride, her head semi lowered as she took in the scents of each member and committed them to memory. Rinn had no limp and no scars, she was a picture of health and looked well fed, a sign of a great hunter that avoided conflict. Rinn strode up to Ash's side and sat as his flank as she attentively paid attention to her surroundings. "How far does this territory reach?" she asked Ash quietly.

"Pretty far see that mountain it ends there"" he said proudly. He looked at Rinn and said"So who taught you how to hunt whoever it was they taught you well." "I taught myself how to hunt my parents weren't there for me. "I am good but you have one advantage someone taught you they told you if you did something wrong I couldn't tell myself that because I didn't know if I had done something wrong" he said as his eyes clouded with pain. 

"Quite a large territory. You must be proud of yourself." Rinn said before looking at Ash. Her ears flopped to the sides as she lowered her head submissively out of habit. She lie on her belly before answering his questions. 
"I am the runt from a litter of five. My parents never expected me to live. They put all of their energy into teaching my siblings everything. I learnt from their mistakes. I practiced with my siblings but I was either ignored or scolded for doing something disrespectful as the pack omega. My parents were great hunters. I saw them take down a bull moose together in rutting season. Forgive me. I am rambling now" Rinn rested her head on her paws with a sorry whine. 

"Yeah it is quite large and I am proud of it but it is not just mine it is ours" he said. "Wow they must have been really skilled and no need to be sorry the entire pack loves to tell stories rather they are true or not that is for you to decide." He looked at her as she looked really sorry he couldn't understand why she was sorry. "Are you hungry we have a fresh deer we killed a little before you came you are welcome to it" he said. 

Rinn risked glancing up at him. When she saw his pose was nonthreatening she slowly stood up and shook out her fur. Her ears pricked forward again. "I ate a beaver and two foxes little while before I came here, thank you for the offer though. I think I have plenty of stories I could tell. The lands I came from are at least ten days run from here. I crossed through several pack territories to get here." Rinn said calmly. Her tail gave a small wag as her head tilted to the side. "I hope I can be a good contribution to the pack as a hunter" 

"Alright but when are hungry you are welcome  to get you something" he said calmly. "I bet you did have to cross a lot of packs territories to get here there are a lot out there" he said impressed. 

Name: Galahad 
Gender:male
Age: 3 years (young adult)
Description: He is a built brute, his head quite large as well as his paws which back in his awkward pup years was the excuse for his clumsy manner. Although now he has evened out, his body is now thick with muscle. Covering his muscles is a silvery pelt accented by the dark points on his body such as on the tip of his ears and around his eyes. The only flaw that shows on his prideful image is a scar running vertically from above to below his left eye. His intelligent yet intimidating optics gleam a bright, rich gold.

Back story: His story is locked away within the depths of his haunted mind, rarely ever mentioned, but still remain alive.

@Avancedin what pack is he in?? Other then that you are excepted! Welcome to the pack!! 

(Can he start off as a loner)

Yes he is more then welcome to!!

Rinn wagged her tail from the sound of his approving tone. She had only ever heard her parents use that tone on her siblings when they succeeded a difficult hunt on their own. Rinn scented the air while her tail wagged. Her ears faced back a moment as she looked at Ash. "Have you had any strange animals come into this area recently?" She asked Ash with a slightly anxious whine. She thought that she could pick up the faintest traces of man. 

Large paws made its way through the overgrown grass. Golden orbs lingered from side to side, but always returned to his for sure destination. The darkness of the woods where he knew he could be safe and maybe even rest for the moment. He knew he was walking into possible trouble. He breathed in the valid scent of others like him. An even smaller scent that was easily looked over, but he knew better than to turn his head to it. Do the others know of this foreign scent? He was sure they did, but then again canines whom forever staid within pack boundaries could be a bit... unaware of the obvious.

Ash looked around for anything then he say it! It was a human he got up and growled showing every tooth in his mouth. He began to move closer to it warning it to get off his territory just then the human pulled out a gun and shot. Ash feel to the ground and everything went black! The last thing he remembered was hearing the gun go off and seeing everything go black. He lay there on the ground not moving and just barley breathing. He lost a lot of blood and for a slight moment he began to open his eyes. He looked at Rinn and said"Don't worry I will always be here looking over you take care of the pack." He stopped breathing and they knew he was gone! 

Name: Jax
Gender: Male
Age: 4 yrs old
Description: His coat is white as snow with black specks on his legs and back, the tip of his ears and tail are black. He has pericing golden colored eyes. He has a strong but slim build, his legs are long and meant for running. He has a scar on the right side of his neck going all the way down his leg and stoping just before his paw.
Back story: Jax was born in the valley pack, when he was a pup he was clumsy with his long legs but as he grew older he grew into them. His parents had been killed during a hunting accident. He had gotten his scar from an bull elk he had gotten to close to when he was 2 yrs old.

Cyler accepted! What pack is he in??