Lets get this show on the road

[Recessive]

Bored, she was so bored the current lack of organization in the BBA although a bit obvious didn't get to her. They would be fine until Swiftkill returned, it was after all what had been embedded into the pack that they all work as a unit. Even so it seemed a great deal of the core in that unit was always... Mia?

Traipsing around in a way that almost screamed that she was bored she'd take a position at the edge of the oasis. It was dawn and the crisp morning air stung at the inside of her nostrils. The damning of a new day, the smell of change was in the air. Mornings seemed to be a time of reflection, to drop the bitterness of the past a move on. Stronger and better then ever before and did she ever enjoy it.

Rolling onto her back wisps of her long hay colored hair lofted in the wind dancing like silk on a spindle. The oasis truly was a wondrous place, the thought that such beauty could be harbored hidden by a desert like region. It was almost mind boggling. So there she lay open to what the new day could bring. Possibly a hunt with other pack members or maybe even more greenhorn recruits looking with wide eyes to join the BBA.

[Demile]

Sunlight filtered through closed eyelids as the creature awoke. She had been laying on her side in a small thicket when the sun awoke her. She was still so tired and she found that the massive headache wracking her brain didn't make her feel any better. She silently cursed the sun before slowly rising and becoming all too aware of something sticking in her side. Glancing down, she saw a rather large rock that she had fallen asleep on. Her side was terribly sore and her head still pounded. Mornings were usually good for the hellion hybrid, but Demile kind of wished that this morning would have just passed her by. In an effort to attempt to ignore the sun's wakeup call, the wolfess flopped back down with her forepaws over her eyes, but alas, sleep wouldn't come again. Sighing, she got back up onto her paws and grudgingly made her way out of the thicket. Shaking out her maroon pelt, she let her gaze linger up to the sun. Giving a snort, she turned her attention on finding water. Then maybe her headache would abate.

Demile padded in the direction of the oasis, her tail dragging in the dirt behind her. She was cranky, and tired, but at least the weather wasn't against her. It was pleasantly cool this morning. Every other morning would have been warmer, almost like the sun laughing at them by heating up the land. Not that she usually minded, but now that she felt the cool morning air against her flesh, she was glad for it. Freezing, Demile scented the air. There was a very familiar scent in the air, coming from the very direction that she was headed. This made her step more light and the rest of the trip to the oasis was made in a more civil mood. She paused as her mother came into view, poised on her back near the water. thingying her head to the side, Demile slowly loped up before standing near where her mother was laying, peering into the other's eyes from above. Demile had a bemused smile on her maw and her eyes were light and happy. Her tail wagged, the end dragging in the dirt. She spoke, her voice light and rather cheery.

" Hello mother. You look like you're deeply in thought."

[scythetrill]

Creme paws ate up the ground rather swiftly as Scythetrill ran through the Blackblood Alliance Packlands. The sandy female had been missing for quite a while, and she was eager to get home. It was rare to see her home so empty, and the sight that Scy took in was disturbing. She increased her pace and sniffed the wind, picking up on two scents. The were northwest of her position, and with a sharp turn she changed her course to meet them.

Upon closer inspection of the scents realized it was Recessive and one of her pups. Scy's tri-colored tail wagged at learning this information. Although she was not in the packlands when Rec had been raising her young, she knew of her niece's litter. It would be good to see her family after all had been so chaotic lately. As she neared the oasis Rec and Demile's forms came into view and her pace slowed to a slow jog. Barely winded from her run, the lean tan fae bounced up to the two.

"Hello Recessive, it is good to see you. And who is this fine young lady?"

Scy's green eyes were cheerful as she spoke, and a grin was on her maw, for although she knew that the pack was not as it once was, she tried not to have it affect her mood toward others.

[gerk]

A new scent emerged through the atmosphere of a large male, unfamiliar to these lands of the blackbloods. Tan mitts crossed into the new territory not knowing if he was welcome or not. Gerk took the chance. He spotted three figures by the oasis, but he did not recognize any of the three canines. He wished acceptance into the pack. He knew he would not be accepted straight away or at all, but the cinder male did not know how to join. He slowly approached the three. Tail was not between his legs, but held firm behind him. Ears were perked forward trying not to show any sign of aggresion or anger, for he simply wanted to ask a question.

As he neared the small group, his cranial lowered in a respectful greeting. It lowered far enough to show the crimson streaks around his left ear. The sun's rays shone through his matted black coat and showed his mahogany muzzle. Optics peered out in search of some sort of response from any creature.

With his head still bowed slightly he asked, "Might there be a chance of any opening in your pack? My name is Gerk and I am willing to perform any task to be accepted into the Blackbloods. If you are not the ones I should be speaking with, then may you please point me in the right direction to whom I should speak with." He did not know if this was he right place or time to ask, if these were the right wolves to ask or if he was just getting himself into trouble. So he remained standing, watching the three canines, and waiting for a response.