Just A Note To Me

A errie silence filled the forested area, the tips of trees swaying back and forth from a little breeze high above. Normal there on or two wolves out at this time, but with the 'The Gwich'in' killing of fellow wolves, their numbers were slowing decreseing. But with the night so clear, with no barks, growls, the echo of the brute could be heard shuttering to the egde of the forest. The dusty, long limbed she-wolf stopped in mid-step  from her single partol, her gaze flickered from side to side as the distant howl hit her eardrums. She flicked her ears forward at brought up her noodle, turning it to dicretion it was coming from. She looked to the left side of her, the moor was all she saw, Luna's bright light looked over the grass, making the tiny bits of water droplets shine, the grass turning a lighter hue than normal. What the fall moon could bring to the few wolves that lived here. Multi-colored leaves, bright harvesting moon. But it was still early, so no beautiful colors had shown up yet. The lupe's howl came from the outside of her territory. It was a good thing, because this queen didn't like to see tresspasser's because they were just here to cause her trouble. But there was something about this howl that made it seem so familiar, "Tamber?" she barked hushly. Now she wanted to hear it again, the only way to, was howling back. The Bruja sat down, threw up her skull, opened her jaws, and let out a beautiful howl. It was longer and lower pitched then most Vixen's howls. She put her cranium back down and flicked her auditives forward. Even though he was from a rival pack, it was nice to howl with someone at these late hours, because patrolling with one's self was always boring to-do. Even though it was boring, she had to do it to keep her territory, she would lose it in a heartbeat if she didn't go out every few days to do it. With so few wolves within her pack, she couldn't withstand a fight. The Fae stood up, the Luna's bright gaze hit Lakota's face from a gap in the oak she was under, she shut one eye and moved away from the spot. The steel colored Fae still stood, waiting for a reply.
Lakota opened her eyes, her call was answered. The same tone was howled back, low, long, and soft. It was a fellow leader, Tamber. She had seen him once or twice on the edge of his terrtory, while she was on the edge of hers. His smoke grey pelt was unforgetable. A light steel pelt, a dark hue around his neck, ears, limbs, and tail top. He had a lighter tint on his underbelly. And those weird markings around those sapphire colored twin pools. And those two scars down his shoulder, from his puphood most likely. Lakota never knew because she had never had a real conversation with the Brute. His canvas was just unforgetable, just like her own pelt. Even though it was less then the next wolf, she still had traits on her pelt that even the tinyest pup could remeber. Her dusty hue was the main part of her body, with the dark steel tint under her eye. And her orbs, a color no other wolf had, a bright indigo only a select few wolfs had. On days with her howling back and forth always reminded her of her first Night Howl. She was only just a adolescent, just staring her training. She was very confused, it was only one of the few times she was out of her welping den. Wolves of all sizes were outside. Colors of grey, black, even a few red wolves were out surrounding her father and mother. Their head held high and tail straight up to show they were the leaders. Her father gave short commands, "Tonight, the Night Howl," the young Alphess to-be tilted her head. Lakota's eyes met with her mother kind gaze, the black wolf geustured over to the High Stone. Being shy, she stuck her tail between her legs and pup her aud's down to her head, looking around with fearful eyes. The grey tinted made her way over to the King and Queen of her pack. From the position she was in, she looked like a Omegea. Her father snorted, but the young she-wolf could tell it was out of fun, "Stand tall. Tail high. Ears forward," he barked softly to his daughter. She did so, now the wolf looked more like a Princess instead of an Omegea. The song of the beast started, Lakota jumped back behind her mother, shivering in fear. Her mother open one eye and looked at her child, "Join in, my love," she barked hushly. The young wolf thre up her head and let out a weak howl, it was high pitched but better than most young wolves. Lakota snapped back to reality as the Brutes howl ended. The large Fae breathed slowly, she threw her head back and howled. Her song making her sway back and forth, it was soothing like a mothers heartbeat.
The long legged wolf stopped her howling, she breathed, letting fog form in front of her mouth. The Fae pricked her aud's to a noise, "You answered my howl,". She turned herself to the brute, who was standing on the other side of Chicksha territory. Her eyes blurred and then focused again, her twin pools staring at the other Aplha. What was he doing here? No wolf in the right mind knew not to step onto the Alphess territory if they were not a part of the two packs. She stood up, slowly lifting her tail up as all leaders did. She slowly creeped out from the shelter of the tree's, her tail was know high as it could go, but her head stayed low. The young Queen tilted her head, staring straight at Tamber, "Indeed," she barked in a lower tone than normal. Her eye's scanning his body, making sure she was seeing the right wolf. Was he really on her territory? Normally, any tresspasser would have been off her land by now. She had trained many seasons in the ways of fighting. All alpha's had to, but every wolf said she was as stong as a King. "A daring fellow. Not a time to fight," she thought looking at the ground. But she looked back at him, the last time she had seen him. . . It had been about 6 months ago, when she was finishing her training, she was on a partol and so was he. She never knew if he saw her, but all she knew was that she saw his canvas, Lakota remembered every last part of his pelt. From nose to tail tip because she knew she would be seeing him again sometime. Now, she was seeing him again, he didn't look much different than before, maybe a little bigger but everything was the same. His various shades of grey, those sapphire colored eyes, "Haven't changed a bit," she barked. She wished she could say the same, but she didn't know if she had changed, or if he ever remebered her.
The violet tint of the vixen's eyes seemed to come out more as the night progress, "Lucky you brute," she barked. She slowly wagged her tail, "I know you. Your good. Single patrol," she added. She turned her crainum sharply back, the the rustle of leaves hit her aud's. But the paw steps she heard didn't sound like wolves, "Rabbit? No, hare," she thought, her sharp eyes caught the white flash of a snow white pelt. She knew it was no time to hunt with an opposing Alpha on her land, but her paws thought before her mind. She was off, quick as a lightningbolt Lakota was already in full stride after the rodent. She swiftly avoided tree's like they weren't even there. And she seemed as quiet as a mouse, making only little noises as she hit the leaves. The wind pick up as she ran, the oaks and the willows danced as she kept going along. There was a trick she learned so she wouldn't get tired as easily, in through the nose out through the mouth. She had seen her father do it when she tagged along on his hunting trips. She would run behind him, along with some other Trainee's and other wolves as they were chasing elk. He would always out last them, while he was keeping a pace, the rest were slowing down. Knowing she had to be Alpha, she needed all the tricks and secrets she could get. So on the next hunting trip, she did what her father did and had been down it ever since. Lakota's long limbs carried her on to the moor, she was right on the heels of the rabbit. She jumped, snatching the rabbit. She fell over and spinned, she put her powerful jaws around the rabbits throat and bit down, she could feel its nimble boa crushing in her muzzle. It kicked and thrashed, but then it went still, lifless in her arms, "Thank you. Great Spirits," she barked hushly, she did this after caughting every meal, "Thank you Rabbit, thank you for your meat," she prayed silently.