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Head low, the ivory and ebony wolf was moving back towards the place where the dark black mud resided. It was always moist and the teen had found it useful in the dark woods to help with keeping him hidden, even in the sense of keeping his scent blocked as well. The teen had found a way to be completely invisible at night or in the shadows during the day.

Log sprinter build legs moved soundlessly through the trees. Adolfo's bright emerald gems gleamed in the slight light that filtered through the trees, but the bright beams of light the sparodically struck through the limbs above he avoided. The sunlight seem to blind him for the first few moments of standing in it, after all this young male never really felt at home in the bright sun anyways. Not like his siblings at least, his home was in the night or the darkness, where life made sense.

The sound of the slow moving thin river met the two toned male's ears. Ah, he would wash off the old dry mud, just to roll around into the fresher mud and be completely ebony again.

No matter what time of day it was, Finch was at home within the forest, the woods. She could hear them, the trees talk. They always kept her company during the night’s charge and because of this she was never alone and always aware.

Just like right now, even though she didn’t know this male wolf she knew he was here.

She knew, they told her.

Her ears twitched slightly as she tip-toed from tree to tree, keeping both of her moon-lit eyes upon the younger male, keeping track of his actions, movements and where-abouts.

She wasn’t looking for a fight, no, nor was she looking to prove her ranks within some pack. Finch was just a tiny poppy seed within the grand scheme of things, her life, her being was so insignificant and lame- she never worried about anything. She was... just was.

Was earthy, was humble and maybe was a sly fox, judging by the way she hid herself and stalked the male. Or maybe she was a tree herself, standing still and silent.

Just maybe she was.

Or maybe she was something else.

As Adolfo's ebony paws neared the water's edge, the male paused. The fur on the back of his neck stood up in the uncomfortable sense of being watched. The air was still in the woods and unlike the other times running into others, he always, some how, knew that they were coming. However, this time the male turned his head over his shoulder and looked back towards the trees around him.

Sweeping emerald eyes were not hostile, but of moved with caution from the shadows. He felt a weird presence nearby, but like the others with his odd habit of disappearing into the darkness around, he just couldn't pin point the other. The shadows that even seemed to talk to him at times were of no use.

Feeling no hostility about, the ebony paws dipped into the slow moving water and the young male went about with his routine. Washing off the old mud, clean wet fur hanging loosely upon the male's lean frame, without a missed beat the male then moved to the mud puddle. Applying his camofloug before standing up right again as an all black wolf.

Muddy ears flickering again, something just told him that there was another about and the young male stepped back towards the trees. More courisity then anything raced through the sprinter like teen's mind.

"Is there someone out here?" Now he knew how other's felt when searching for him. Or at least he assumed, maybe it was just the wind or maybe the young male felt he should head back towards his brother's pack and find him. Something was probably going down in the pack as it was, and besides, maybe Adolfo could learn from the healer he hadn't met yet.


“The mud-smell you carry makes you stick out more so than you did before, you know this?”

As she spoke the female pranced out from her place beside a large tree and grinned at him with a cat-like expression, tilting her head to the side as she slowly danced herself in circles, glancing his way every now and then.

Her whole body seemed to jump as she pranced along, howling every now and then.

You only live once after all, may as well enjoy it.

“You look fine the way you are, you need not cover yourself, don’t, don’t do it; you are fine, fine, fine, fine.”

She stopped and smirked again, her yellow eyes narrowing upon him.

“They say you are fine, so you are fine. Understand?”


Adolfo tilted his head at the seemingly appearing entrance of the other from no where. This femme, older then any of the other's he had met, well besides Twist, seemed to have energy like his sisters. Not another hyper one, he silently pleaded to any good spirit that would listen.

Although, the mention of the mud made the teen look at the dark substance that covered his pelt, "It only smells while it's wet. Once dry the scent dissappears and conceals my own with it." Adolfo explained to the other.

Watching the prunning wolf dance about him, the emerald eyes never moved from her. She seemed hyper like his sisters at first, but something was different about her. Something that maybe, once he was older, he would be able to understand, but as of right now the repeating of herself made the black coated ears flicker back in confusion.

"I'm fine the way I am? And 'They' say this. Who is they?" the teen looked around, as if expecting some other wolves to appear and start to chuckle at his bewilderment. However, Adolfo seemed to already know what 'they' the femme meant. Something that wasn't actually talking, well at least not to him, but only to her.

The trees, the trees were talking to her. As odd as that sounded, he understood completely and gently sat down to look at the femme with wise emerald eyes that took in what was around him. He might have shuddered, but the shadows hugged him briefly before disappating out again.

"I'm called Adolfo," he answered and with his father's inherited gruff, but mother's kind, tone the teenager asked, "What are you called?"

Calm, understanding, and patient face, that was all the mud coated male gave off as he listened to the older femme name herself. Finch, like a bird, that would be a name hard to forget to say the very least.

The smell of the decaying flowers around her neck was very faint, but it seemed to be approapriate for her. After all it only made since to Adolfo that one, who could hear trees talk, should walk around with something of that nature.

Although, something, maybe a wierd dream or his parents speaking of thier former pack life, had mentioned those with elements that they cared for, or cared for them.

An ear trained on Finch, Adolfo listened to her other words. Others had forgotten her.

"Many moons or not, I would think with such an interesting and uncommon name, well at least from where I live, it would be hard to forget you, Finch." The teen was speaking his truth. After all Finch was like his brother's name, Wazaam. Who could forget names like those?

Spotting Finch's tail wag as his words, the young male figured she really appreciated his words. Yup, appreciated was the words because the wierdest smile, though comment on its nature, was given to him. This femme he would have to bring up to his brother, but would Wazaam think she was crazy, like most other wolves probably did. That would be a shame, like something horrible.

'Why do you cover yourself in mud?' that was the new question for the young male. Standing up as he got his words together for his answer, the emerald eyes looked at the dark mud upon his fur.

"One that uses stealth, like me, finds it a bit easier to hunt prey in the shadows, as only the color of the shadows. Unless, I'm on the beach. The ivory color in my pelt is benifactory on the white sand at night." Then Adolfo shrugged abit, "Plus, the shadows whisper to me sometimes," he confessed. Maybe Finch would understand the oddity that Adolfo faced in certain times, after all the trees spoke to her.

Adolfo looked up and saw exactly what he had figured. She was walking away, some ignored it, like his brother, other walked away. The teen knew he had no understanding of the topic of which he spoke of, but it wasn't his fault they spoke to him. He wouldn't mention the shadows to another, until he understood what was going on himself.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he tucked his head down, feeling like a pup again. Though not just any pup, but a pup that was caught in the middle of doing something that they knew their parent despised.

Time is important, yes a very good motto. Rush nothing, rush nothing, what was he rushing? He just stalked the dark woods, maybe he should go visit his mother, brother, sisters and even his father.

"Time is important," he repeated, "very wise saying." Adolfo spoke with shame in his voice, though he didn't know what he was suppose to be a shamed of, but he felt as though he should be.