[quote=@Diehard243] [@Raindeer] [b]The Trio, The Alpha & The Clan Mates.[/b] Cor gave happy trills of enjoyment as the male patted his head, Ima and Maho moving to give more fruits to the females and gently begin attempts at brushing their exposed fur with taloned fingers. All motions freeze as they hear the growl, Cor moves to hide in the fur of the male, whilst Ima and Maho tried to lower their heads along with the females, hoping to not disrespect the new dominant male that appears. Cor watched, face half hidden in the fur of his male-friend before gently releasing them as the new dominant leader showed a shift in body language. Cor extended himself to the full height of 6'6 then slowly bowed himself in greeting to the Alpha and his clan mates. As he rose, he turned his head to tweet over his shoulder to Ima and Maho, who moved to bring forth red fruits to each of the clan-mates as Cor himself brought the largest to the Alpha, his eyes watching the various scars across the Alpha's frame. They seemed to misinterpret the gesture as a "Give food to us all". Cor, after giving the fruit, moves to reveal the orange paste again, taking some upon his finger pads as he reaches forward to rub them into the Alpha's many scars each with gentle messaging motions. [/quote] The Ashen had taken the fruits with caution, and not until seeing the two females from the border patrol chomp down on them did they dare do the same. The Alpha gave up a pleased growl as he received the larger fruit, devouring it in two enormous bites. He glanced down upon the bird and gave it a nod of appreciation. "That is not what I wished for, but thank you." He gave up a loud purring sound in response to the orange paste releasing the tensions somewhat around his many scars, meaning a huge relief for the male whom had most of his body covered in scars. He gently prodded his nose against the top of the bird's head, his tail swaying quickly from side to side, a calm and ease coming over the Alpha that he could not remember when he last felt. The rest of the hounds that watched this were careful not to disturb, but grew curious about what was happening and why. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ [quote=@Shoggothought] [@Nerevarine] [b]The Society, Population 312, Era of Oxameter the Walker. Technological Developments: Writing 2/8 Organized Religion 2/8[/b] Alvith Territory: The travelers bowed their heads at the creatures response which appeared to be a sign of neutrality. They set on their way home to tell the news of a society of lizard men that rule the northern plains. The Society: "Ode to you, my fellow minister." Mr. Marsh spoke to his comrade in a gloomy voice inside the Minister's tent. "What of me, my friend?" Mr. Death responded. "O lord of industry, who on earth shall walks without thought?" Marsh asked. "Why, Oxameter of course." "And who shall inherit?" "That would be Tzeentch." "Indeed, and who shan't?" Mr. Death stared at the zealot in confusion. "Why, what do you mean?" "Who shall not inherit this world?" "Well...uh." Mr. Marsh smiled quietly and spoke. "A slaver. A slaver shall not inherit." Mr. Death bolted back in shock. "The ministers shall never fight on an open field, Lord of death, however it seems that there always could be ... a shadow war, if you will. One not of war or violence but of politics and intrigue." The industrious minister smiled and spoke. "I suppose such a circumstance is possible and perhaps, inevitable." The ministers bowed to each other and joined their fellow leaders upon the podiums to give their speeches with smiling faces concealing their hidden ideas of statecraft. The Western Forests: A group of three Ferream Choirmen and one Polyposide philosopher were ordered into the western forests to study the type of plants that are their as requested by Mr. Apple. They trekked across the vile terrain for three days and arrived in the forests. "What a grotesque landscape! Can you imagine what type of creature would live here?" one of the Ferream joked as the travelers marched through the bushes and dark shadows cast by the tall trees. "Eh, beats being lost in the grasslands." His comrade responded. "Well, not really, I me-" The conversation was cut short by the Polyposide who noticed a odd sight. "Hey! Look! Over there!" He pointed at a large group of dens circled in a small clearance in the forest. "What in all Chaos? Dear god I think its a settlement!" The Ferream Choirmen stared down at the village with the philosopher silently. "Look at that! By the gods!" The philosopher screamed after noticing a carving on a nearby tree. They stood and stared in shock at the drawing and with a shaky voice one of the Ferream spoke. "Behold! An Ashen Wolf." [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/e6/d2/ac/e6d2acba365d9e834965232ebe83de17.jpg[/img] [@Raindeer] [/quote] Howling Hound clan den cluster. 16 adults, 12 younglings. The two young males had at this point continued making several of the odd things, to the point where they had ran out of fallen scales and had attempted using rocks instead, sometimes with success, sometimes not so much. They both looked up when they felt the scent of something foreign. Something fresh smelling. And a bit of wood. Judging from the other adults that emerged from their dens they were not alone in reacting. With noses high in the air they tried to locate the scent and came to agree that it came from the west. They stood up on their hind legs to see better and flicked their ears back and forth, collectively flinching as they heard a scream and turned their heads in the direction of it, noticing a group of four creatures staring at one of their carvings. "What are they? Why are they here?" A youngling spoke with a shaky voice, hiding behind a slightly older one. An adult spoke calmly. "Get back in the dens. If you hear fighting, run for the Rootpaw Clan. You know the way." The younglings ran off and hid while the two young males slowly moved towards the group of strange creatures while the rest of the hounds watched carefully, prepared to rush to the aid of the two males if anything happened.