••Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Nᴏʀᴛʜᴇʀɴ Lɪɢʜᴛs•• [M]

An enormous black figure thundered through the thick snow, having no trouble walking through it. The emerald green eyes of Durnal glowed like emeralds themselves, shining brightly in the moonlight. His pitch fur bristled and his teeth bared as Durnal spotted a snow hare, one of the biggest he had ever seen. Durnal raced forward, startling the rather large rodent. For a male as massive as Durnal, he was fast. Very fast. Durnal ignored the cramps that began to form in his chest and sprinted faster, his jaws just inches away from the hare. With one stretch of his neck, Durnal clamped his jaws on the hare's neck, hearing a teeny tiny crack that made his ears ring. Durnal was only half satisfied, even though he had been hunting, foraging, and defending the territory all day. He was a very hard-worker, and would sacrifice his life for the pack. Durnal trotted back to camp with the hare in his maw, his soft neck fur still bristling with excitement. He dropped it on the food pile and turned to walk out of camp once more. But a familiar voice had called, "Would you take a break for more than 2 minutes!?" It was Blaze, Durnal's younger brother. Durnal narrowed his eyes at the smaller wolf, and growled. "I apologize, Blaze. But would you rather the pack starve?" Durnal growled, facing the Beta. Blaze may be a rank higher than Durnal, but Durnal was bigger, stronger, and certainly more dominant. Blaze dipped his head respectfully. "You are right, brother. But you must rest." Blaze replied softly, his dark brown eyes meeting Durnal's green steadily. Durnal sighed and laid down to rest, plopping his enormous head on his paws.

Durnal's ears pricked at the sound of Akira's howl, causing the brute to smile softly. "Blaze, I will be back." Durnal told the white wolf, starting to pad out of camp and into the snow. The massive male's emerald gaze gleamed as the scent of Akira grew stronger by the second. Durnal spotted Akira instantly, his smile reappearing as he approached the fae. "Evening Akira." Durnal greeted, dipping his head in a respectful greeting. Lifting his head, Durnal smiled warmly. "The fresh kill pile is in good hands. Need any help with anything?" Durnal stated, followed by a question. If Durnal was anything, it was helpful. His emerald eyes turned to the Northern Lights, his smile disappearing. Durnal sighed at the memory of his father, Alpha Talon, looking down at his necklace. Durnal remembered when he was first given the necklace he wore today, and will be until he dies.

(Ugh, it sucks. Oh well...)

Flicking his ears and huffing softly, the loner walked through the snow, leaving heavy paw prints in the white earth. His black pelt speckled with the cool white. Snorting, he sprang forward into a full out run. His nose near the ground as he tried to catch a scent. For a while, he caught nothing. However, soon, a scent hit him and he literally skidded along the snow to a stop and backtracked to catch the scent again. It was a snow hair. Shaking his head, he traced the scent carefully, slowly and he soon came to a small space where an average height hare sat, burrowing through the snow to the grass. It was rather chubby, though. Ears flicking back, he smiled softly and crawled forward. Stalking towards the hare quietly, body low to the ground. He saw almost on top of the foolish hare before it noticed him. It startled and bounded off, but Lakota’s jaws snapped around the hare’s stomach, crushing its spine. The wolf dropped it and snapped its neck, killing it. Growling in satisfaction, the pitch black brute tore at the hare, eating it all except most of the bones. He could have eaten the small bones, but being a loner, he had no need to feed a pack and was easily able to feed himself with leaving scraps. Sneezing softly, he padded off to find some shelter for a little while. He needed some rest.

Finding an unoccupied den within a few long minutes. Stepping into it, ducking slightly to fit properly. Curling up, the brute closed his eyes to sleep. However, a scent came to his nose a few moments later and he growled softly and stepped from the den, following the scent. He hid amongst the trees as best he could, his amber eyes landing upon a black fae. He watched her for a moment before he stepped into an area where she could see him easily if she turned a bit and he sat down, his tongue darting out, wetting his cold nose.