Weightless (Winged Wolf RP - Accepting)

Akuma nodded, "Gimme the moss that you collected."

"Here." she said, nudging it over to him.

"Yes, yes! You guys are so slow! If I could, I would study a demon wolf from inside... Your race have so many interesting spots that could help my pack defeat the Dragon Pack..." said Cloe climbing a nearby tree.

Akuma draped the two wooden dens with the moss. "Now we need leave-beds.", he replied. "And what do you mean study us? You're free to study me, as long as it doesn't hurt. But just not tonight. I'm tired."

Cloe chuckled "No, you silly. Study I mean... Like... Dissect you. I dissect animals to study them. Unless you want to be dissected..."

Night Fang leaped up, biting a leaf. When she fell, the tip came with her. "Dat dent pherk." she said, spitting the leaves out of her mouth.

"I can see that." Akuma replied, "I'll try now." Akuma jumpped into the tree chewing on a branch. The branch soon snapped, splattering leaves every were.

"Nice." Night fang said, copying him.

"Thar should be enough.", he replied, starting to place the leaves into a bed.

"Two in one den, one in the other." she barked.

Akuma finished making the other two beds. "G'night!", Akuma barked, laying down on one of them.

"I'll sleep... Right there" said Claymore pointing to the other side of the lake. "I don't like sleeping next to other wolves, don't get me wrong"

"Well, we made that den for you, so you better use it." Night Fang growled at Claymore. She curled up in her den and fell asleep.

"We made a seperate den for you.", he replied to Claymore, not looking up, "Now sleep in it, Grumpy-kins."

((g2 eat lunch; bbs))

okay))

((back)) Night Fang rolled over in her sleep, ending up not her makeshift bed, but squished onto one with Akuma.

"he was really suspicious..." forest mumbled.

Night Fang yawned as she felt sunlight on her closed eyes. 'I wonder how late it is; I'm really warm.' she thought. She was still slightly tired, so she didn't bother opening her eyes.

"whatev..." forest growled

Akuma yawned, squeezing into a tighter ball of fur as he rapped his wings around himself.

Claymore woke up, still hungry. He went to the carcasses of the deer he hunted and ate a little.

"Hurmerusmurf...", he mumbled in his sleep, "Farfinnuewtlsdyon!"

(Are the wolves going to the Amethyst Pack?)

Fallen Ashes was getting worried. Cloe had left a while ago, and it wasn't like her to stay out for long. What had she gotten into? Soon, she found that it would most likely be good if she went out to search. Cloe might have gotten hurt. Flapping her gray wings a few times, the skinny female rose into the night sky, soaring through, searching down below.