Silence | F | Pack member | M: Skylark, Lynxtuft, Echo, Shashlik, Rowan

This entire time, Silence had decided to live up to her name - again - and remain silent. She did enjoy Skylark's joke about "making Silence less silent", though. It was true, to some extent. She need to be... less silent.

She'd already turned down Lynxtuft's kind attempt at allowing her to join their collective eating of a mouse, which she found to be kind of humorous, considering that a single mouse was never enough to fill the stomachs of so many wolves in the first place. It was kind of interesting to watch so many wolves become so jubilant over that tiny piece of prey. When was the last time she felt like that? When was the last time when she didn't turn down a request to join a large group event and stop feeling so tense for once?

The fact that Silence couldn't think of an answer to her question probably meant something.

However, she wasn't hungry. Silence just really, really wanted an excuse to be in the forest after what she'd unintentionally said to Lynxtuft...

Whatever. Dwelling on the past wasn't going to help. She could ponder about her guilt and be a little more silent later. Right now, she needed to be less silent, and probably a bit more productive as well.

Silence immediately enountered a problem. Hunting was definitely not her forte - she thought that maybe she was somewhat of a decent hunter despite not having caught any considerably large prey for a while now, until Rowan disappeared into the forest and returned what felt like half a minute later with an entire fawn at his feet. That did hurt her confidence a bit, seeing a juvenile so proficient at hunting, but she just kept telling herself that she shouldn't be jealous and that she need to stop -

ARGH. It seemed like every time she tried to break her loop of pessimistic thoughts, it would only bring more attention to the problem.

Silence the silent overthinker. What a fitting name, she thought to herself as she disappeared from the rest of the group, trying to find something that should could hunt.

She stopped in her tracks. There was a hare.

Silence exhaled slowly. Time to transform from Silence the silent overthinker to Silence the silent hunter. Think of the hare like an herb, she told herself. Herbs were much easier to hunt, considering that they didn't actively run for their lives away from her. Oh, and there wasn't nearly as much blood. Hares, on the other hand -

The hare turned towards Silence and prepared to sprint away. Instinctively, Silence leaped forwards and grabbed the hare in her paws, but the hare instantenously wriggled out of her grip. Totally forgetting the basics of hunting, Silence's imemdiate response was to grab the hare again and bash it repeatedly against the nearest tree.

It was dumb, she knew. It was the dumbest thing she could've done in the moment.

But the hare was dead, and now Silence could finally have something to present to the rest of the group.

Welp. One overthinking session and one horrifically uncalculated attempt at hunting later, Silence the not-so-silent hunter had a hare. She wondered what the others would think. Picking up the hare in her jaws, Silence wondered what kind of excuse she'd make for presenting such a bloody piece of prey. "It put up a really good fight" would be brilliant, except this was a hare and hares generally if not always preferred running over fighting. Well, she could always say that she scratched it multiple times as it tried to evade her, but everyone knew that her reflexes were greatly outmatched by that of a hare's. This one was particularly weak and somehow, by sheer luck, didn't flee fast enough.

"You're overthinking this again," she muttered to herself. "Silence needs to be less silent."

Willow | F | Pack Member| Mentions: Inclementia(ind)

Malakai | M | Alpha | M: (Indirectly) Clemmie, Echo, Shashlik,Azaelea / (Directly) Lynxtuft

The large brute watched his mate take over the patrols and lashed his tail impatiently to get his feet moving. Hunting... It made him feel young and his favorite thing that he used to do. He admired Inclementia's authority and power over the pack. A thing he admired deeply and loved about his mate. He couldn't love her if she didn't have a power and dominance that challenged him. He needed a challenge in his eyes or everything would be simply just bland and out of taste for himself. She reminded him of a wildfire that was fierce and vicious, but beautiful to look at from a afar. A thing or a force to never be reckoned with, but a precious thing to watch burn down her enemies,

His hunting patrols mates and each one of them that he had like or dislike trait about them and he secretly judged each pack member of his. But he would never speak of it unless he wanted to. Actually that was a lie. Malakai has never been the one to bite down his thoughts and he never really cared for who he hurt in the process. Would he wanna live under a pretty lie or the hurtful truth? The truth because lies are disgusting. But Malakai will always be a hypocrite until the truth will be revealed because Malakai has been holding a nasty lie.. And he will do anything in his power to keep swept under a pile of leaves.

He thought more about his lineup and he had a list of each one.

Azaelea had passionate traits and was very caring and insightful. Smart as a whip and very extroverted that loved to socialize. But she was overbearing and protective over a pup that saw something that scarred him. Pathetic.... A pup that got a lesson of his own and is now suffering from his own consequence.

Shashlik a good follower and is very distant pack member. He keeps more to himself and not very much the popular wolf in the pack. He is over heels with his mate but what wolf isn't.. Though sometimes he can be overconfident and arrogant..

Echo a loyal companion but doesn't like the parings. As long as he doesn't step out of line he's good. He's a bit annoying but every wolf is annoying to Malakai is some sort of way.

He paused on his thinking listening to Lynxtuft's outburt after the patrol. He twitched his ears in annoyance and his fur bristled. Another burst out of Lynxtuft in the morning. He jumped down off his perch and slowly padded his way to Lynxtuft. His eyes looking down at her menacing and cold and lips curled over his teeth. He snarled lowly, " My mate clearly stated any wolf that doesn't have job will step forward and will be given a task.. Lynxtuft one more outburst or complaint anymore today.. Disrespect my mate again with any complaints.."

He looked back at Inclementia with a mischevious smirk on his face. He crept closer to Lynxtuft towering over her with his teeth bared menacingly. He snarled in Lynxtuft's face, " I will give you a task.. As I don't believe in omegas. But we had them when I was younger and I revoked them as alpha. But you will be cleaning out dens and be a omega for the rest of the day until your lesson has been taught. You will not watch your pup. You will not speak until spoken too.. You will not look at wolves in the eyes. You will be a chewtoy for the my pups or anyone who sees fit.. You will sleep in the middle of the camp in no shelter.. You will eat last.. You will be at my command at all times for the rest of the day.. And no one will address you by name! It will be Omega! Anyone else want to complain or object to their duties will join Lynxtuft! I suggest you do not! And anyone treating Lynxtuft nicely or do anything for her will ANSWER to me. Even your own mate.." He slowly made his way back to Inclementia in a more sour mood than before. He growled, "Inclementia can add anything else to Lynxtufts duty for today.."