Not having been able to sleep Matei lay on a branch above the other sleeping kids using his whetstone to sharpen his axe careful to keep the sound quiet. After awhile the sun started trickling through the trees and he saw a few members of there group head to the creek he scented earlier. He stuck his axe into the branch and closed his eyes for a moment thinking to himself. His eyes shot open as he heard Rylee gasp. Axe in hand again he looked over the edge of the brance he was on and saw that Zen had just kicked her again. He held back a slight laugh slowing his racing heart his eyes had gone a dark gold but they faded back to there normal friendly sage green now that he knew there wasn't trouble "You okay Ry" his wolf tail wagging a few times as it hung over the side of the tree branch . He leaned and made a goody face as if he was gonna fall off the brance and he did just that. Landing on his feet next to zen and rylee softly. He put his axe back in its sheath at his side.

(Also hello everyone excited to start the roleplay with everyone!)

Chloe watched as Clover took her fishing hook and line out of her pocket. Chloe watched her create a fishing line and sit by the bank. Chloe stood just beside her watching. Then, she turned her ears backward. She smelled something...or two things. She gripped her pocketknife but then she recognized the scents; Arya and a bit faint but she could recognize it, Tarn. She loosened her grip and turned her ears back toward the river and Clover. "Could I do anything?" She asked, wondering if Clover needed help with anything.

(Me too ^^)

Tarn | Male | 15 | Hunter | Tiger | M: Matei (ind), Rylee (ind), Zen (ind), Sylvar (ind,

Tarn watched as the others woke up. Someone dropped from a tree which startled him a little bit, but not enough to openly react in a noise or much movement. Nosily, he watched Matei talk to Rylee who had been kicked by little Zen. Sylvar, their healer, had shot up immediately after hearing some ruckus. Tarn respected him highly and admired how he worked. It couldn’t be easy being the only healer in a group of seventeen. Tarn personally would hate the job. What if he made a mistake and someone died or got sick? What if someone got hurt and you didn’t know what to do? He’d hate to have that kind of pressure on his shoulders and was glad to be a simple hunter.

As he waited to hear their answer, he started for his bow which was beside where he had slept. Its slim limbs curved away from the archer in a beautiful sweeping arch. It was a recurve bow, and also his father’s. His father taught him how to take care of it and how to shoot it before the world turned upside down. The bow’s draw weight was sixty pounds, an achievement that he had been working to reach ever since he picked up a bow.

The weapon was sleek and beautiful in a deadly way. He listened to the other’s conversation as he began to string it. You couldn’t leave a bow unstrung or else it would ruin the bow, something that could not be allowed. It was the only way he knew how to effectively hunt. He stepped between the bow and string and aligned one of the recurved limbs around his ankle. He then pushed away from himself the other limb while he pulled the string to the second limb’s notch. It was now strung and ready to shoot.

But he wasn’t going to shoot it. Not yet.

He looked down at his feet and made sure that his stance was no further or no closer than where his hips were. His right toe was pointed outwards just the slightest. He stood up straight and tightened the muscles in his backside to make him more steady and secure. It is all about your stance, he remembered one of his father’s frequent and favorite sayings. He took a deep breath like he always did and then pulled back the string to his anchor point—his left cheek, below his ear and horizontal to his lips. He corrected his arm’s position so that it wouldn’t be struck by the string. Then very gently he made his muscles in his right leg push towards the left without actually turning his foot. This would steady him even further.

If he had an arrow to the string, he would’ve released but he didn’t. He wouldn’t dry fire the bow. Releasing the string without an arrow on it would tear up the limbs, something that was irreplaceable. Instead he slowly relaxed the string so that it was back side by side with the bow. He then stepped forward so that his footing would change and repeated the process. It was important that he could do this again and again and again in a quick fashion so that he could both feed the group and defend it if a need is called for.

Rylee | Female | 10 | Kid | Dall Lamb | M: Tarn; Zen, Open

A groan from above her drew her attention to the sky. Rylee looked up, wincing as the sunlight streamed through the leaves directly into her eyes. She lifted a hand to shield her face, peering upward at the figure nestled on the branch above. A grin split across her face as she recognized the boy laying high above her. He addressed her and she couldn't have stopped the happy thump of her tail even if she wanted to.

"Matei!"

The wolf pup leapt down and sheathed his axe, which she hadn't even noticed he had until that moment. Rylee stumbled back a few steps, not wanting to get pounced on, and tail still wagging away as the boy settled. Zen didn't even stir when Matei landed only a few feet away, simply rolling over as if nothing had even happened. She rolled her eyes fondly. That mouse could literally sleep through anything.

"Morning Matei!" She greeted, barely even bothering to lower her voice as she knew the sleeping boy between them slept like the dead and wouldn't rise even if the two of them were screaming above him. She was, however, extremely careful when she padded over to bonk her head with the preteen. She never quite knew why she'd do that, just that it felt good to do so.

She also knew it could really hurt someone if she hit them too hard. Mama told her it was because everyone else had softer bones than she did and while she wasn't sure how that was possible- everyone else was so much bigger than she was!- she always made extra sure she never ever went harder than a tap.

Matei's hair was too tangled for her to even fathom butting heads with him. Her horns would get completely snared if she tried, and thank god she didn't because she didn't have any way to get them out if they did. Instead, she just thumped her head lightly against his chest. He swayed a bit but didn't cry out or fall over, which released a bit of the tension in her own chest.

"'m alright. He just surprised me a little." Which was true. While it didn't hurt all that much, it was definitely a shock to wake up to.

The crunching of leaves sounded nearby and Rylee turned her head towards the sound, ears twitching. She blinked as one of the others wandered over, voice low as he addressed them. It was Sylvar, their healer, and she found herself smiling at him without even meaning to.

"Hey, Syl!" She cried, positively beaming before her face shifted into a pout. "Woulda slept better if Zen wasn't so wiggly though." The cross expression only lasted a few seconds before she was back to her normal grin.

"Did you know Matei could climb trees?!"

Perched on a high branch, a little away from her fellow Patrollers, Lyra twisted and tilted her head at different angles, listening. The leaves in the wind. A rabbit's heartbeat somewhere to the right. A voice from the direction of camp, the others must be up.

The owl snapped her head around in Arya's direction, alert for whatever had made the leopard run. But she relaxed seeing that Arya was headed towards Chloe and Clover, down by the stream.

Slowly turning her head back in the other direction, Lyra returned to her task, sifting through the sounds of the forest.

Theo/M/20/Leader/Wolf

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+The light fawn coat of his wolf coat blew in the breeze around him his tail gently swaying from behind his frame, his emerald green eyes fixed onto the valley below him as he was lowerd on top of a tall hill like cliff overseeing the forest behind him though he may of seemed relax he was ready and alert his fawn coloured ears twitching above of his crown+ "We have to keep moving...I must protect the pack" +He whispers+

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Skya/F/21/Hunter/Snake

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+The energetic female runs though the tall trees of the pine forest his snake like eyes darting around her as she giggles, quickly she jumps up a tree and looks ahead of her seeing a rabbit by itself resting on grass and other things+ "Ha got ya"