Old Friends

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``wolf name, Chevy Tota.
``wolf age, 4 years.
``wolf breed, Grey wolf x arctic wolf.
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``personality,
-Quiet jester; always makes others feel better.
-Never one to critisize.
-Defensive over loved ones.
-Makes bonds very quickly.
-Serious on the inside.
-Loves the females (a bit too much).
``rank, Beta male (he'll try his best to work up to the top).


_{The air smelt good; this, to Chevy Tota, was the first sign of a good day. The male didn't seem the religious type; however, he adamantly believed in curses, superstition, and 'signs' from above. And so when Chevy Tota caught the scent of -well, something on the updraught, he knew it was a good omen.
The male was a handsome one; fine-featured, with a shaggy mane of grey, black and white fur. The fur, however, was a curse on a day like today - for it was hot. So hot, that the cobble stones beneath his paws felt searing. His salmon-pink tongue lolled from over his black lips, as he lazily half-closed his eyes. Positano Ruins...this was part of the territory, was it not? There were four packs in this area; Haden Valley, Savage River, Denali Mafia, and Positano Ruins; the latter had appealed to him the most, and so now he was seeking acceptance. He hadn't come alone, however; the large male was dragging a fine buck behind him. The deer hadn't been caught on the Ruins territory, but on the Calexico Coast. Tota hoped it might help the Alpha's descision as to whether he could stay or not.
Tota let out a small huff of breath - was there a stream nearby? He really hoped so.
And then, the scent on the air was revealed; something from his past...and images, bright, vivid images flashed before his eyes. Two pups and a larger male...a huge male, his father...and the two pups again, this time bowling over eachother happily...
Shaking his head, Tota's confused eyes grew wide. Who was that pup? It had been a long time since he'd thought of his past; he'd mostly tried to completely block it out. And then the name came to him:
'Rupture Micheal...'}

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For such a small pack, Rupture had a lot going through his mind. Vix has came back to him, and he knew he would fuck it up, yet again...He's leader of a pack, which he wants to grow into a great pack. But there is competition, member's are different here....They want more to a pack than he'd thought. He needs a spy, someone to help him with this. He cant do it on his own...Or can he?

As he was walking, mumbling little things to his self as to get himself threw the day...he then smelt something of difference. Now, he knew Vix wasnt the type to hunt....Especially in her state...Of confusion, he knew he'd have to hunt for the two of them. He also knew this area wasnt close to any pack that had hunted. Confused, he followed the scent carefully. He was hot from the day's heat, and didnt want to overload his body as its already been today.

As he came around a corner, passed a few tree's, he sulked in the shadows..Which for him, didnt help any for he was as white as snow, on a black paper...Which even then, it was more....Grayish Green...So he wasnt totally camouflaged in. What he saw was nothing he's seen before. He was somewhat impressed, as the buck shown signs of travel. Plus, the wolf had too. Pausing and taking in a breathe, he knew he'd be traveling a ways as well.

Sneaking behind the brute, he stood a few inches away from the buck, smelling it. Fresh. And standing there, he waited for the brute to realize he was there. No sign of aggression, or anything. Rupture kept his face emotionless, and just stood there with dominance. His head high, and his body strong. What the hell is he doing here, anyways? Rupture said, irritation building, but being un-revealed. Who brings a kill to a packland? His tail twitched as a fly flew near him. Ugh.

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_{Tota looked up at the almost silent sound of pawprints; and found himself staring at the Positano Ruins pack leader. There really wasn’t a doubt about it – for didn’t Alphas and Alphesses always have that air about them? The one that assured all of their high status? Tota smiled knowingly, and dropped the carcass onto the hot cobbles. And boy, were they hot. The sensitive pads on his feet felt slightly burnt, not unlike his neck and muzzle. The glare of the sun was harsh, sighed the large animal to himself. Where he came from –
No. He wasn’t going down that road again, not when thoughts of his past had plagued him all the way here. A light shudder ran the length of his spine, and the corners of Tota’s eyes crinkled as he shut them tight. The constant stream of words never changed, whether they swam in his dreams, his waking moments, or those flickers in between; rupture micheal, where are you? It was an embarrassing fact, yes, but Chevy Tota would never deny his pining after his best friend. But he’d given up hope of ever seeing him again, after Tota’d run away in search of his father. Not the good, emotional kind of search; Tota had wanted to rip that lousy excuse for a dad from limb to limb, and that was exactly what had been done. His thirst for revenge was satisfied – his longing for knowledge of the fate of his friend was not.
Looking up oncemore, something like confusion creased Tota’s brow. The wolf standing before him was - well, it was Rupture Micheal.}