<span style="text-decoration: underline">Mortigar</span><br/><br/>Mortigar padded through the threes towards the river. His white and black fur dusted with a few leaves. His blue eyes alight with life and energy as he made his way towards the dens of his pack. Mortigar had a habit of vanish for a few days, no one really minded. At least he hoped none of them minded, but he’d never asked. So he really didn’t know for sure. Mortigar jump into the river getting a nice dip in to clean the dirt and leaves from his pelt before he bounds back towards the den.<br/><br/>His long running strides showing the power of this wolf. His amber eyes glowing with light as he ran. His mussel open into a big doggy grin. He bounds into the middle of the camp and says “So what’d I miss?” with a wide open smile. Knowing full well he hasn’t been seen for at least two weeks. He looks around at the state of things and is a little startled by the scents he smells and by the tension in the air. “Ok I either missed one big fight or we just lost another member of our pack? What is going on? I’m dying to know here”<br/><br/>-- -- --<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Alaskar</span><br/><br/>Alaskar was annoyed. This wasn’t something that was terribly strange. He was always annoyed at something. Alaskar tended to be annoyed over the smallest of things and today it was having to make his way from the sun covered valley he’d been napping in to the den. He had to make sure no idiot killed himself after all. That wouldn’t do. Knowing his pack-mates though someone was definitely bleeding.<br/><br/>Why did he have to move. Because he’d heard Soul’s howl. Well they would either wait on him or not. Either way Alaskar was old, not ancient, but elderly and he took his time about things. He wasn’t about to go running across all the woodland just to reach the den. Glories above he was not that moonblind. His paws fell softly on the damn earth he enjoyed the feel of it beneath his paws. He always enjoyed the feel of the earth. The sounds of life filling his ears and the scent of pray cooing his nose. Maybe a snack. No he needed to return to the pack.<br/><br/>He arrived as the last of course Alaskar was always the last to arrive. He made it a point to be last. He simply settled himself comfortably in a nice spot of shade and watched the Alpha as he recited the laws, what else point was there then to listen. He knew these by heart, had them memorized even.<br/><br/>Alaskar watched the display before him with disinterest. He remained quiet. He had nothing to add and his opinion mattered little so why bother. He just watched. As he always did a shadow that was often unnoticed until someone needed him. He watched the fight going on before him but he did not care for it. It was frankly boring him. Though he did enjoy seeing the she wolf one up the Alpha and Beta.<br/><br/>Alaskar rose and returned to his den when the Alpha took off after the she-wolf he had no interest in socializing and really couldn’t care less of the outcome of this. He returned to his den curling up in the lonely cave that was his on the very outskirts. Everyone know where it was, but non bothered him. He liked to think they knew better, but chances are they thought he was crazy. They would come to him if they needed aid. Or send someone to see him. He falls asleep with his head on his paws in a matter of moments. He’ll get up sooner or later to hunt when he feels like it.