<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kx3lThq.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zuya<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Kiowa Alpha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Forest; Kiowa Lands, the River.<br/><strong>Out Of Character:</strong>Zuya's next post will be in the main character thread<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Seeing as how the outsider did not press the conversation about their hunt, Zuya went on to assume that she was not hungry. That, or she had no interest in sharing a hunt with him. He snorted. Well, <em>he</em> was damn hungry and it was starting to show in his tone and demeanor. He was becoming more irritable than usual. It seemed she was more interested in finding out why he would be moving Kiowa. Figures.  His large green eyes bore into hers before he rolled his eyes. <strong>“Typical,”</strong> he stated, in response to her keen interest in the pack's moves and whereabouts. Still, if she wanted to know, he saw no reason in keeping it from her. Opening up to her so suddenly would, hopefully, cause her to open up more to him in return. He would possibly be able to gain the fae's trust and she would share her darkest secrets with him. It may even cause her to gain some loyalty toward him especially since she would be seeking entry into the pack. It wasn't like there was any major reason, at least not to the rest of the pack. Kiowa had worn out their welcome in these lands, he knew that and others probably did as well. <strong>“Spring will be upon us soon and while there will be <em>some</em> chance of decent hunts, food has become more and more scarce over the years. As our pack grows it's become difficult to keep everyone fed all the time. Winters have become harder on the pack.”</strong> in reality, their pack had already dwindled in numbers, but she didn't need to know that. He would keep her, and all other outsiders thinking that they were alive, well, and flourishing. He knew better, however. Still, this was the story he told her, and would be the same story he would tell anyone else who asked. There was a deeper, more sinister reason for moving the pack as well. This, he kept to himself. Zuya made no obvious gestures or movements that would elude to there being anything more to his reasons besides his 'genuine' concern for the pack. No doubt their hunt for a new, suitable home, would be very difficult on some of the wolves. They might even lose a few. The trek further into blasted lands would only awaken inner thoughts within wolves who carried the dark trait, and this.. this was the ultimate reason for Zuya's decision. <strong>“You're right, however, Kiowa has not migrated for many generations. I should be surprised that you know this information, but I am not.”</strong> He eyed her, an eyebrow raising in her direction, clearly wary of the fae still. <strong>“Has that answer satisfied your <em>curiosity?</em>”</strong> He mocked, though no smile or insistent laugh left his maw. That jab was hollow and cold. He cocked his head to the side to play up his faux curiosity of her in return. An hour or so had already passed while they 'relaxed' at the river. <strong>“We should get moving.”</strong> He told her. The safety of the pack was not unwelcome. This black fae made him uneasy. He was hungry, and tired, but he couldn't bring himself to let his guard down around an outsider. The sooner they got back, the better.  <br/><br/><strong>“”</strong><br/></span></span>