Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]
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				Title: <strong>Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 22:39:04</strong>
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				The sun was slowly moving across the sky, chasing the still dark of the night across the mountains and thick forest.&nbsp; The sounds of birds and small animals waking and moving about cut across an otherwise quiet land, and for a moment the sight and smells of the night disappeared and where swallowed up with those of the day.&nbsp; An impressive sight, Yellowstone has miles and miles of sprawling forest, winding rivers, and majestic waterfalls.&nbsp; <br><br>Or rather, it would be an impressive sight to everyone, if it wasn't for just one thing.&nbsp; Captivity. All over the world animals are being taken and brought to unknown lands in hope of repopulating that area, and Yellowstone was no exception.&nbsp; Six, very different wolves, taken from all over North America and beyond, had been dumped into this new land, and although it had only been two weeks since they'd been there, one wolf was having a hard time adjusting.<br><br>Isi, had always been a rather timid wolf, but never more so than at this time in her life, where she was alone, fending for herself.&nbsp; It was a time like this where Isi had to admit to herself that a) Yes she was a coward, and B) she just wasn't cut out to survive on her own, without the protection of a pack to keep her safe.&nbsp; This was proven by the fact that although she's been there for two weeks, she's only been successful hunting four times,&nbsp; and while in her old pack, that would have been normal, out in this unknown land, all by herself, it was hard.<br><br>Small whines escaped her muzzle as another sharp pain ran through her stomach.&nbsp; One rabbit, one rabbit and three birds, that had been what she had caught.&nbsp; And at the moment she wished that she had eaten them more slowly, because now all she could think about is that one rabbit and three small birds.&nbsp; Crawling forward out of the tight little cave made out of a fallen log and outcropping of rocks, she had found on the third night of being released, the tight feeling of anxiety filled her body.&nbsp; With ears out and laid back, and fur sticking straight out, she sniffed about the little area she had claimed as her own, and caught the distinct scent of rodent.&nbsp; Listening intently, she heard a rustling sound from her right.&nbsp; Crouching down low, she tentatively padded her way in the direction of the sound.&nbsp; Another pain in her stomach urged her forward, and in one fluid motion she pounced, running forward, she jumped into the tall grass, and slid a bit off balance, turning sharply she chased the little creature down, until it was laying dead between her sharp teeth.&nbsp; Blood matted the fur around her muzzle, but she didn't care.&nbsp; The small creature would take the sting out of her hunger, if only for a little bit.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Orchid</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 04:17:09</strong>
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				<em>Odd, he wasn't an expert on this whole imprisonment thing, but he was sure that when animals take another animal, they don't release them back into the wild, especially not into better land. He knew he'd learn only a little from the weird mammals that had taken him once before, but he at least expected to be back in their weird barren dens, with tree and rock like homes, and scarce forest. Though he was sure that this wasn't their den, since forest dominated the place, it was actually something he liked, which made him more the certain that he wasn't with the taller mammals anymore. It confused him to see that they'd restrain him, forcing him into sleep, then dump him back into another forest, it actually ticked him off, yeah, pissed him real good to be forced into something without reason; throw salt in the wounds, with them not even being around for him to show them his displeasure. Well, he could only guess it was for the better, the forest he was in now was much more flourished than the border of the tall mammal's den, actually, it was a lot better than his first home with his mother, and it look a lot more easier than when he first pushed out to be a loner. He'll be able to restart now, it wasn't really difficult to be a lone wolf in the barren forest, so it should be quite easy in this one.<br><br>Hazel stood, a bit wobbly, maybe he was still a tad bit sleepy, looking himself over, he didn't like the fluffy look his fur was getting, it cut at his wind, so it made him run slower than normal, he'll break his fur in, eventually. Before moving from his abandoned spot, Hazel's ears circled his head, to get a good listen of his surroundings, he opened his mouth and tasted the air, rolling the forest scent against the roof of his mouth. Hazel bent his head low, and sniffed at the flooring, he was sure the tall mammals were surround him, so he'll be able to tell their scent against the forest. Hazel also picked up a few random animal scent, and a faint wolf's smell, though it was foreign, so it could have also been confused with another mammal.<br><br>Slinking forward, Hazel began to walk, he wasn't particularly hungry, seeing as he was in the midst of eating when he was captured, though, he was thirsty, and could smell a stream. Hazel took his time to go there, mainly surveying the area for the new scented animals—the rodents and birds always did smell different when bred in another forest—and they all smelled healthy, though he could only spot the runts, who were foolish enough to prowl the surface. They didn't catch his interest, no, he wanted water now, so as the little feast scattered—even being ten feet from him, hidden under bushes—Hazel didn't spare them a glance.<br><br>Making it over to a stream, Hazel stopped, and laid on his stomach, his head poked over the rim of the edge, and he sighed, the fluff of his fur was puffing into his eyes, it made him look like a chubby pup, with his thin built. Dipping his muzzle into the stream, lazily, he drunk the cool liquid. Since he was already laying down, Hazel just pulled his neck from over the edge, and turned to his side. He only sat like that for a while, until he had the sudden urge to roll on his back, much more vigorously than usual, kicking up dirt between the stone pebbles.</em><br><br>Life was fine, his hunting was good, and he was able to find all the natural hiding spots of the little rodents, beavers were his favorite, so he stayed near the river a lot. Hazel didn't particularly play in the water, only when his fur would get really messy, though he was doing a pretty good job slicking it down with out actually making it filthy, over the weeks, though the matted patchiness was kind of an accidental add on, though he didn't mind. He didn't really enjoy eating the fish—whenever the beavers were scarce—but he enjoyed the good feeling of catching and killing them, he truly shouldn't be so wasteful.<br><br>Yawning, Hazel bathed in the sun, he wasn't by the stream anymore, mainly because all the beavers were too scared to returned, and he'd quite like them to. All he seemed to be doing was sleeping, Hazel didn't want to get fat, but this forest was so peaceful; it was quiet, and alone, animals kept their distance—unless dinner time called—and he was able to sleep without the responsibilities of the pack, or the tall mammals. Hazel couldn't say he was bored, for the fact that he had his own little play time, biting at bark, tugging at random shrubs, even clawing at tree bark; all of this sharpened his teeth and claws, not only great for defense, but it gave him a pleasant feeling to see flesh of his meals easily tear, a sort of thrill to where he even went as far to pounce on any type of pray, just to see how smooth his hard keratin could guild through.<br><br>Hazel didn't have a den, he really just traveled places, but the forest seemed barren, so he'd leave piles of food buried in random places; he'll come back to them, or not. So far, the forest was his, so he slept wherever, though the cool mist of the stream, and the warmth of the unshaded sun set him at peace, so that was where Hazel frequented the most, some fallen stones providing the shade when needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 07:35:21</strong>
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				Shame ran deep in Balek, tainting his flesh and his eyes. He had been captured, not by a deer, nor a wolf, not even a bear, but those annoying fleshy creatures. They had jabbed, stabbed, and nabbed him all over the period of... Who knows long? And he didn't even get a good gnaw on one, although there was one of them - a bitch, that he managed to take a chunk of the sleeve off after she mistook him for a passive, sedated wolf... Whereas he was a pissed off wolf in a 'leave me alone' mood. Although the trip was rough, he was glad to see forest again... Without snow. Any more white coldness would've sent him insane. He could hardly run in that, but he was alive, because he <strong><em>made</em></strong> himself run.<br><br>Balek's ears went back as he heard something, and his head went down. The brown deer with black spots came in to view, dawdling along slowly. Balek's leg slowly lowered, shifting away from the tree. The deer spotted him, and they simply stared at one another for a moment, before it fired off, and Balek took swift chase. His size and weight allowed him to just smash through bushes and such that the deer had to slip between, and he was fast gaining on it. He caught up to it, and barged it over, locking his jaw around the back of its neck. He stood, and swung it around from his muscled jaw and sharp teeth, severing its spine and killing it instantly. He dropped it, and began panting, his large pink tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth happily as he sucked some breath in. He stood over it, panting deeply, asking himself why he had infact gunned the deer down. He was hungry, true, but not to the point of starving. He ate the flesh of its stomach, exposing its stomach, and then chewed most of the flesh off its leg, moving away from it and sitting down at the trees, then laying down, looking underneath the bushes, waiting.<br><br>Balek's senses told him there were other wolves in the area. He could smell their markings, and had come across a kill or two they'd made, now he wanted to know just how far away they were. The scent of the exposed stomach would float through the air around the forest, tempting all meat eaters around him. This would surely attract him a mate to replace the pups he had lost in his last pack.<br><br>Balek laid there licking his chops, the blood covering most of his face and paws. His hunting skills certainly had deteriorated, as well as his size and physique while in captivity being moved here. He didn't know how long it took to get him here, but they didn't let him run... Even once. Which was quite annoying to be cramped in a box and fed meals that were already dead. It just ticked him off more than anything. He wasn't a pup that needed to be cared for any more. He was Alpha material now, but the humans treated him like he fed off the teat still. How degrading for a wolf of his size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 21:39:47</strong>
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				Laren found herself her perch for the day. It was not far from the slightly over-hanging rock she'd been using as a kind of den. The rock she sat on now, really lying, though her head was up as she surveyed her surroundings. It had been quite a while since she'd been released, a relief really, though she was uncomfortable in the heat, preferring the cool of the light-coloured rocks she sat on during the day. She hunted mostly at dawn, and dusk, attacking small things, raccoons, rabbits, whatever she could catch without much effort. She would have preferred having her pack, hunting for deer.<br><br>She wasn't sure if there was a pack around, though she'd found no sign of a pack, no scent at all to indicate a pack marking out its territory. She put her head down across her paws, resting from the swim she'd taken after her morning hunt. There was a stream nearby she'd used, and she was drying quickly, her fur returning to its brilliant white and pure softness. She closed her eyes, resting comfortably where she was. She hadn't yet spotted anything worth worrying about, no predators, though she supposed that that there was always a chance that their territory was elsewhere.<br><br>She knew she'd wake if she heard anything, she was not heavy sleeper. She was disappointed to have been alone, released without her pack, wherever they were now. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that it was quite possible she'd be a lone wolf for a long time. Her pack had come across lone wolves before, scarred, ugly, dirty, hungry, but most of all, very good at avoiding the pack. Only once or twice had she ever seen one. She hated everything about them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf Sanctuary[Yellowstone Park]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadow879</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 05:18:21</strong>
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				Kota scratched her ear as she sat and listened and smelled for something, something to come padding along that had four legs and fur, maybe feathers, it didn't matter. Just something to put in her stomach. She heard a raccoon come scurrying along in the grass. This stupid thing was actually heading closer to her! She delighted in the creatures ignorance. She waited until it got within 5 feet of her, and pounced quickly, literally slamming down on top of this helpless creature and breaking its neck between her jaws. That staved off the hunger for a little while, but she knew she would need more soon. <br><br>As she sat and ate her kill, she listened for a howl, listened for any kind of sound a wolf might make. Nothing. All she could hear was a mouse scurrying around, too small to bother try and catching. She scratched her ear again, she was pretty sure she had a tick or four in there from this forest. She missed her pack, playing around with the older puppies, because she really didn't care about her position in the pack. She had not been the omega in her last pack, but she certainly was not a beta or alpha. She did not care enough to try and fight to win that position, and then have to fight to keep it.<br><br>As night drew closer, she sat in the grass, trying to remember what had happened. She had been walking, away from the safety of her pack, always a stupid move, but she had been following a smell she didn't recognize. Then something hit her, and the rest of that night and the next day had been a blur. All she could remember was being taken to someplace with white walls and floor, and then released that night into this new forest. <br><br>Night fell over Yellowstone park, and Kota got a sudden burst of energy, and started prowling around, investigating new smells and trails. She smelled an elk track, and considered going after it as a reflex, but then remembered her pack was not with her. She sat an let out a long howl, hoping she heard a reply.
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