It was the winter season and she had saught out the rural outbacks beyond the cityscapes, the snow was part of her ancestory and she belonged home in it. Now large paws silently trod the whiteblanketed ground as the ruddishbrown wolf trotted along an old track in search for food. Ahead, a young man, dressed warmly in winterwear, walks through the woods grumbling to himself about being in such cold weather, but he stilled his complaints when he remembered that the spirits had given him a quest and that it was his choice that he had listened.
Hunger gnarled in his stomach and he instinctively dug his hands into the depth of his pockets, rummaging around for anything edible, and came up with yesterdays cold hamburger still in it's wrapping. Ken shrugged, knowing that it wasn't the diet he was supposed to follow, but food was food and right now he was hungry, needing the extra carbohydrates out in the winterchill. Searching, he zig-zagged across the path he was upon, obviously searching for something of importance, though it was quite apparrent that he didn't frequent the woodlands very often.
A moment, the wolf paused, she thought she heard something and she knew it wasn't an animal. Lifting her nose to the chilled air, she sniffed. and got a whaff of someone's burger in it, which made her snarl slightly in annoyance. After a few bites of the cold hamburger Ken pocketed the wrapper and pulled his mitten back on with another sigh. Maybe if he tried, he thought with a new sigh whilst brushing away the snow on a nearby log, and sat down to rest, whilst his eyes gaze out into the white covering the forest.
With a human in the woods it meant no hunting for her part, the prey would have run off a miles way already now with the man scent lingering, and she growled low in irritation of the matter, seeking out the burger trail and crept slowly down the path where the man thing was sitting. Quietly she stalked him, big paws treading the snow ever so silently until she got up close enough to view his handsome features peeking out from underneath his furlined hood, dark skin speaking of heritage in warmer climates.
Ken stretched and blinked back into reality, deciding it would do him no good sitting like this and without noticing his stalker yet, he stood up and yawned. He was near, he was sure of that, but all these white hills looked so much alike, and began walking down the path again.
A few yards behind the young man the wolf snapped together her jowels in annoyance. Damn! And she continued to follow him whilst he began to sing ever so softly to pass the time, not quite bad either for that matter. His words were in some strange language that she soon recognized as greek, a soothing tune that almost carried itself across the blanketed scape of the winter woods. But she soon tired of it and made a break behind him somewheres and doublecutted him ahead, now re-appearing on the path a few yards in front of him.
The young man paused in surprise and studied the body language of the creature before him, steeling himself to be ready as if needed to defend himself. "Hello?" Feral lips curled slight, she was still annoyed of his ridicolous manscent scaring away her kills. At least she had something else to kill even if she wasn't going to be able to eat all of him in one go. He frowned whilst keeping a wreary eye upon her and spoke in a soothing voice "I don't know if you understand me but I can't let you hurt me. I am sorry."
Low the wolf snarled, -"and why can't I hurt you when you've scared away my meal of the day, you pathetic piece of shit!"-He tried to understand her growls, but unfortunately he wasn't very educated on wolfspeak and continued in his soft voice, "I don't understand you well in this form. I am sorry," thinking that if the creature understood him his conclusion would be that it was either a very intelligent wolfkin or at least a Garou. "I am Ken, Kinfolk."
She snorted, -"you mean you're breeding stock, but the question is are you the muscle of muscles to sedate a female enough..?"- slowly advancing him with a quite hostile body language. He considered in silence and wasn't sure if he should try and fight or not, noting how hungry she seemed to be and decided to try get away instead. There was no way that he wanted to end up as a meal in her stomach and focused on using his telekinectics, seeking to lift the oncoming creature gently and move her back away from him through the air.
Angrily the wolf snapped her jowels, froth spitting onto the ground, -"let me DOWN!"- of which he did but only when she was as far away as he wanted her to be so she wouldn't be able to jump him before he could grab at her again with his Gift. Once she was down safely, he attempted to try read the thoughts in the surface of her mind, to get a better chance of surviving the haughty looking creature before him.
-Okies, she didn't get any hunting done due to this utmost stupid kin who came into the forest with his scent and scared them off, and now she couldn't even get close to him because he was some kind of mage??- She growled, unhappy at state and narrowed her dark amber eyes on him, sitting squat on the ground where he landed her. Softly Ken spoke again "I have a few small things Gaia has given me, I don't use them save in self defense," trying to be as soothing as he can and says "If you would talk with me I would really like it."
-But then again, how often did a kinfolk come her way. Stupid or not, she might as well take advantage of the moment- she thought and rose again, venturing a now more cautious approach to him. Quietly he watched her, feeling a little unsure of her intentions since her thoughts were quick like lightning, yet he kneeled slowly to the cold ground, to be more closer to her level, more submissive.
She had the aire of the higher authority, scars marked her flanks and an odd marking or two were etched to the hide where fur was missing, and she circled him slowly, sniffing him out, poking her wet nose into obscene places. He lets her, taking the treatement fine. He had no unusual scents and offered her his hand, asking to touch her and be allowed to stroke her fur.
She hadn't accepted him fully yet. A curled lip and a soft snarl showed that, yet she showed curiousity and shoved her scarred maw up into his face, disregarding if she let him get frosted from the snow in her face, making him blink and cause a smile. His handsome face a recognisable one if only the wolf had frequented the citylands, but then again, she did not. And he thrust forward his throat in a submitting mannerism for acceptance.
For the moment she ignored the gesture of the throat offering and circled around him again, shifting into her more homid form and grabbed him by the chin, from behind to force him onto the ground, eyeing him scrutinizingly. "So you're kin huh?" She got him by surprise and now he looked up wide-eyed at the female, who was a proud sixfoot, appearing to be her late twenties, darkred hair flowed down her shoulders like a liquidfire, strong high cheekbones in her face, eyes a dark-amber. Her limbs were strong and muscular after years of constant hardships of work and all in all she wore nothing but clothes of buckskin in this chilled climate. "Yes.. I am Black Fury Kin," he spoke whilst she had a grip on his chin.
"A bit skinny for a Fury aren't you?" her voice heavy with norse accented. He blinked, "I am not sure what you mean. But I grew up in Haiwaii," he said. She coughed slight, "Uhh.. ohkies.. and I grew up in Timbuktu.. what's a kin doing out here in the outbacks of Chicago?" He turned his head to look at her, "The spirits guided me. I am on a quest."