A Sighting

Hello, Switchtail again. This time, I'm not alone. I brought a friend, and her name is Kit. I 'forced' her to come. Anyway, next chapter in the Wolves Den begins with a howl. I brought my head up and sniffed the air. Male, of Singepack. I mustered up a lazy grin and nudged my friend, Kit. She's a fox with a half black half white pelt. Her face has gray stripes racing away from her eyes which are a deep vivd brown. Her tail, like a cat's, was painted a dull smokey gray at the tip. She yawned and flicked her tail up. Then she rolled over and pawed at the air. I laugh with a chilling bark and get up on my four feet. Kit rolls over underneath me and opens her eyes. She looks up, guilty. "Don't worry. Just wake up and smell the roses." I reassured her. The fox began crawling out from under me and then jumped up and landed on her feet. I point my nose towards the entrance and exit of the Den and she backs away, scared of something. I noticed my friends fear and said, "Come on! Its a beautiful night to see the sights! I didn't rhyme that on purpose, I swear!" I said the last bit after the funny look I got. Kit shook her head and whispered, "That's not what I'm scared of, there's something out there." I laughed at her, and padded out of the Den. I felt something soft under my paw and I looked down. I was standing on a cat's tail. I murmur something to myself along the lines of, "I could've sworn I smelt something other than male out here..." I snarled and picked the cat up by its scruff. I flinged it into the Den and Kit let out a whoosh of air. "Just a cat... And here I thought it might be a raccoon. How silly of me!" She told me. The cat, frightened out of seeing a wolf AND a fox, jumped up to the cave ceiling and tried to get a good grip. He fell back down, however, and landed on his white paws. The brown shorthair looked up at me with those big eyes of his and begged, "Please, whatever you're going to do to me, don't do it! I have a wife and nine children!" I blew out a puff of air and flopped back down on the moose pelt. Kit took a last look at the shorthair and stepped on his neck. Instantly dead. I sigh and close my eyes. " You just HAD to do that, didn't you?" She replied with a, "Yep! It was fun!" She lounged back onto the pelt next to me, and drifted off to a dose.

A New Wolf Enters The Limelight...

Hello. My name is Switchtail, and I'm a fighter. Also, until someone challenges me and wins, or I die, I'm my pack's Alpha Female. There is only me at the moment, but I hope that now that I'm here, more will flock. Let me tell you a little about myself. Listen closely, cause I'm only saying this once. I'm the first of the Singepack, and I will stand loyal to it forever. If you are blind, then I'm a dark purple she-wolf with onyx eyes. My personality labels me as a mature adult she-wolf with a joy of a practical joke every now and again. Who's kidding? I may be mature, but who wouldn't love a good old leg puller? I'm a outgoing yet shy being and I love the way I am. I wouldn't change me for the world. My most distinguishing feature is my double tipped tail. If you look closer, you can see my pelt is many a shade of purple. Not just a midnight blue-red mix. I laze about, waiting for something exciting to happen. I blink and close my eyes for a short period until I hear a shrieking sound. I snap my eyelids open and and bring myself to my feet. I glance around, looking for the source. Right outside the den is a velvet crow, obviously in a hurt. I pad over to its side and ask, "What's the matter, little crow?" The black bird glares up at me and shrills out, " I have a thistle stuck in me wing, ya big brute!" I growl out a 'whatever' and paw at the wing for him to show me. He sticks his wing out and caws loudly. I spot the trouble and instantly bite down on it, getting a good grip. I gently pull outwards, getting a wing in the muzzle as the velvet crow tries to flap out of my teeth. I pull outwards one more time and the thistle is out. I spit it out and nudge the bird with my muzzle, sending the crow off into the forest. He circles back and lands on my head. He reaches down with his neck in front of my eyes and gives a barely audible 'thanks.' Then he's off again. I turn around to lay back down on my moose pelt I have strewn across the floor of the den. I blink and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.