A Very Special Pack [R] (reserved)

There was nothing that could deter him.
The dew on the grass made it slippery, and the periodic trenches risked a broken or sprained ankle, but he acted as though the obstacles weren't there. Granite may not be one with rippling muscles and brute strength, but he could sure hold himself in a hike or run. He chuckled and kicked stones ahead of himself, aiming to the sides so that he wouldn't trip anyone. He knew it would eventually drive one of the others mad though, so he kept at it. Suddenly, the heels of the person in front of him came to a halt, and Granite abruptly stopped to avoid collision. His amber eyes dashed about until he spotted his older, stronger, half-brother. It wasn't difficult, Granite was rather tall in this form and could easily see over the rest of the pack. One raven-like eyebrow twitched upward as his brother spoke, then came back down to normal. Of course they'd be resting already. Granite crossed his arms over his chest and glanced about. Everyone, well almost everyone, had sat happily down and started up a conversation with their neighbor. He rolled his eyes and stepped around them like they were mines until he found the path West had been on. A boyish smirk danced across his thin lips as a thought trickled into his mind. Granite took an abrupt turn and started along a trail that led up the small cliff. His footsteps were silent along the moist leaves and dirt.

She grunted and winced as her leg gave out under her.
Her hand came down against the muddied earth to brace herself as she wrenched her foot from yet another hidden hole in the path. Ria cursed under her breath and walked through the pain. She hadn't said anything the entire trip, and she was itching for conversation. Not small-talk or friendly conversation of course, just something to turn her frustration from the hike onto someone else. Her feet stilled as soon as she heard the succession of her alpha's footfalls; his were unique and she found them quite easy to trace. Incredibly animal-like she lifted her small nose to the air and stood on her tip toes, trying to spy the tall blonde. Ria was unfortunately short, though, and had to make due with listening to him. A breath of sheer relief fell from her lips at the mention of rest, and she wasted no time collapsing to the ground. Her legs, well past her ankles and towards the middle of her calf, were soiled from the mud and leaves. Her crimson eyes flickered up around her and she watched as Granite disappeared into the trees. She snorted, knowing he was up to no good. Some might be mistaken and think he was ensuring they were alone on the hill, but Ria knew better. He had trained her to this position when he was Zeta, so she knew him better than almost anyone. Although West knew him better of course, they were blood. The dark haired girl turned her attention back to her feet and got to work pulling leaves and dirt from her leather shoes.