The calm nature of FellWood’s forest always helped to soothe Magnus on his patrols. It didn’t particularly fully placate him, for he was prone to a hot-headed streak combined with his own deathly serious nature. Magnus always played his patrols as if he always expected something to go wrong. You had to expect the worst with the increasing threats from outside his home. It was better to be defensive of his territory, lest he not be prepared when the worst did come.
With the pack’s den site increasingly in the distance, Magnus noted the increasing proximity towards the Dead Black River. A narrowing of the male’s fiery eyes signified his realization that just beyond that ugly thing would be the territory of Cean’Nari. That specific reason one of the most urgent reasons to be on guard. He flicked his tail, deeply entrenched in the thoughts in his head and retaining attentiveness as he did his duty for his pack. It was vital to be there for his pack, protecting them from any threat.
A faint and unfamiliar scent hit his nose as he neared a thicket of bushes. Magnus was only familiar with the pack scent of FellWood, anything different was sure to be alarming. The large golden male made his way towards the thicket, wondering what he was to find. He was sure to look intimidating to whoever awaited him, he was powerfully-built and tall, with an expression that showed he meant business with whatever he did.
Much to Moth's horror, the wolf went straight to the bush she hid in. Moreover, he was huge. Even through dappled shadows, the leaves cast on her eyes worsening her vision, she could tell that he without a doubt was incredibly strong. Muscles moved under his thick golden fur and his very posture now posed hidden threat. He was definitely someone who could break her in half in one snap of is jaws. And he has noticed her.
Once he came closer, almost to the point of hovering over her, Mothana took a step back, and another, gradually uncovering herself. Perhaps, her dirty brown pelt could have worked as camouflage but the psychological pressure of being so close to a stranger was almost unbearable.
His gaze finally got locked on her and the she-wolf swallowed and lowered her ears.
"I-I'm sorry," she stumbled, her voice hoarse. "I never crossed your border, I promise."
Oh, great stars, is he enormous. Moth took another step back and froze, ready to sprint away as fast as possible, should the wolf show aggression. If I could outrun him...
Then, she looked up and suddenly felt her body shiver either because of hunger or out of fear. Or most probably, both. "Are you by a-any chance from Fellwood?"
Magnus neared the bush, mentally preparing himself for whatever awaited him. The male knew he had to be ready for whatever awaited him, whether it be a threat he needed to deal with accordingly or anything in between. All he knew was that the scent was not that of a FellWoodian, and that was plenty enough to trigger his guard into being up as he approached, undeniably that meant he was ready for a fight.
He was right by the bush when it rustled, it surprised him and worked to effectively stop the large wolf in his tracks. The golden male squinted his fiery eyes in an effort to see who was hiding inside, a ploy that didn’t immediately work due to the intense shadows created by the forest FellWood made their home within, but it wouldn’t take long for a much smaller female wolf to slide out of the thicket.
The golden male looked over the thinner female carefully, taking her in. His readiness to outright pounce on the outsider waned as he realized she wasn’t much of a threat, she was rather thin and honestly Magnus completely towered over the smaller individual. Before he knew it, the brown-furred female was uttering apologies, something he wasn’t quite sure of how to take. Was she alright?
After listening to the end of her words, he responded in his deathly serious tone, ”Yes, I am of FellWood.” Magnus took a step towards her, ”Why are you here?”
He hasn't attacked. Yet. Was that confusion she saw in his eyes? Whatever that was, it was soon to fade and his eyes pierced Moth coldly and sternly.
Then suddenly he spoke and took a huge step forward. And Moth, despite having had a plan of retreat, lay on the ground before the huge wolf, her tail tucked underneath her. She froze, unable to move and stared at the stranger as if that could slow him down or even make him change his mind about no matter what he has come up with, regarding her.
"I s-searched for a pack to join-" Moth stumbled again and pressed her ears against her skull. "And FellWood is right here, so..." any decent reason she had come up with while waiting for someone to appear at the border vanished from her head. "M-maybe I could be of some use to y-you?"
Magnus wasn’t particularly skilled at portraying himself in any other light than strict and intimidating, this was certainly a fact that wasn’t aided by his own serious persona. Strict regimentation was common for the way in which the golden male governed himself and his interactions with others. Due to this, he could certainly come off as more intimidating if a wolf didn’t know him, this made him good at keeping his pack secure, but perhaps he was not the best when faced with fear and not aggression.
As the male looked down at the female from his taller vantage point, he was somewhat surprised to see the brown-furred female quickly take a submissive stance, going so far as to lay upon the ground. Magnus was prone to standing tall, the idea of crouching and groveling pained him to consider. It wasn’t his place to judge the manner in which the female tried to show her lack of a threat.
She wanted to join a pack? He understood the sentiment of finding a new home for he had not been born in FellWood himself, and he had not been a member for all that long in the grand scheme of things. It was hard to live as a loner and it was understandable to want the safety and community of a pack. He wouldn’t run her away as long as she didn’t pose a threat.
The male blinked his fiery eyes, unsure of how to proceed, but his voice still rung out strongly, ”You have an interest in joining FellWood?”
The silent pause suffocated Moth and she could clearly sense her heart pounding in her small chest. The male spoke again as if to make sure she knew what she was asking for. W-why shouldn't I want to join FellWood? Different thoughts crowded her head and she could feel her ears running cold. Now she wasn't as eager to follow the wolf to the heart of his territory.
"Yes," all the assumed certainty seemed to have vanished from her soft voice. But where will I go otherwise? Nowhere. She'd have to starve slowly to death. She won't have enough strength and courage to make it to another pack. And who knows, perhaps, they won't be as patient. She had to try once more.
Moth then swallowed and sat on her haunches, her front paws still trembling slightly. The she-wolf summoned all her bravery and then spoke.
"I happen to know s-some herbs," she said, looking up at the golden wolf. Though her rising made little difference to him - the stranger still examined her from above. "If you could consider it useful."
Moth nodded slightly and finally stood up, ready to follow the golden wolf. However, she made no attempt to come closer and stayed on her place, keeping her tail down. "Thank you," despite the seriousness of her words, her voice still sounded too young and even childish to some extent.
Should I tell him my real name? What if the news has already spread? The thought arose a short-lasting wave of panic because the she-wolf suddenly realised that she couldn't come up with a different name. She left her post and abandoned a dying patient, a pup. She was a criminal, seeking refugee.
But she had nowhere to go.
"Moth," she replied finally with slight hesitation and twitched her ear, "For short."
The brown healer then looked up at the fellwoodian. "And you are..?" she observed his posture and the way he held himself and suddenly jumped to a conclusion. "Are you a beta?"
Magnus turned his gaze from the small female to glance towards the FellWood camp where he would soon be heading back to. The golden-furred male’s paws were well-versed in the way back to camp, used to traveling the territory and would lead him back nearly subconscious when he started back with his charge in tow.
The male noted that the female was keeping her distance from the larger male, she was certainly cautious, but she was a polite young wolf, he would give her that. ”You’re welcome,” Magnus dipped his head as he responded in his deep and rumbling voice.
Moth, that was a nice name, short and easy to remember. Magnus was glad to have a name to attach to the face, for it felt rather rude to not do so. He didn’t quite understand that odd flash of fear that came across the female’s eyes, but he chalked up to her intimidation of joining a new pack, and maybe of him, he didn’t quite know. ”Pleasure to meet you, Moth.”
The male knew he had to introduce himself, ”I am Magnus.” He was taken aback when she asked if he was Treyor, he had only just stepped up to the role, ”Yes, I am the Treyor.”
Since you have no intention in attacking me...
"Nice to meet you too," Moth bowed her head slightly as a sign of gratitude.
She followed the male, as he led her to the heart of his realm. Moth guessed right when she assumed that the male's radiating strength didn't come from nothing. Not only was he well-trained and huge, but also occupied a high rank in his pack. Treyor, was it? I wonder how do they call their healers.
Speaking of which. "Um, do you have any healers in your pack already?" she asked, looking at Magnus from behind.
The male began moving towards the densite of FellWood with Moth in tow, when she spoke pleasantries the male nodded, okay with allowing a comfortable silence to ensue. The brown-furred female seemed to have calmed down from when he initially found her and that was good in his opinion.
As the pair made their way through the territory, Magnus periodically glanced over his shoulder to make sure the female was still following. He didn’t know where the female had come from and wondered if she had been a part of a pack in her past, which could have helped her know the different ranks that the higher-ups held, even if she didn’t know the titles that FellWood used. It wasn’t his nature to prod in what wasn’t his business if it didn’t affect his pack, and FellWood was a safe place, accepting of wolves from all backgrounds, thus the thought would remain merely passing.
”Oh yes, we do,” Magnus stopped for a moment to respond to Moth’s question. ”My good friend is a herbalist, actually.” The male’s tail swayed slightly at the thought of Yahto.
So they do have a herbalist already.
"I see," she responded, keeping up with Magnus' large steps. "Are they experienced?" she paused and suddenly thought a wave of worries close above her head that she could help but give them away. "Because even if they are, I think I still could be of some help?"
”Yes, I’d say so. It’s been his specialty as long as I have known him.” When the golden wolf spoke words that concerned his friend, Magnus could not deny the faith that he put in Yahto as a herbalist and the elevated platform on which he placed the abilities and trustworthiness of the dark-furred wolf.
There was certainly a possible bias that he could not deny, but he didn’t want to intimidate the smaller wolf, ”I’m sure Yahto would love an extra paw that could help.” He blinked his fiery eyes as he further reflected on his own lack of proficiency in the art, that was coupled with his appreciation and admiration for those skilled in healing, finishing with a quite simple conclusion, ”Healers are always useful.”
I’m sure Yahto would love an extra paw that could help.
Moth lowered her gaze to the moving ground beneath her paws as they walked along the path she'd soon have to remember. Was it just her imagination or Magnus' voice grew a bit gentler? It was as if he read her thoughts and gave the answers she eagered to hear.
Healers are always useful.
'I hope you're right.' Even having no clue of Moth's situation he tried to ease her burden unconsciously and calm down her unnecessary fears and worries. Moth glanced at the beta and suddenly felt gratitude for his patience. And for the fact that it was him of all the wolves who found her under that thicket.
"Thanks, Treyor Magnus."