Theres No Place Like Home. Is There? [open]

[Indiana]

The Sun rose above the sea, the tide was going out now. Waves rearing then running like white horses on the beach before being sucked back into the blue sea before it. Alone gull opened its mouth and let out a shrill call to its family, its mottled brown body flew over the sea, its wings flapping silently. The beach was totally silent, as was the forest behind it. As the sun rose higher and higher trees and shrubs became visible. Flowers began to bloom from their petals to catch the sunrays.

The faint sound of the waves could be heard though out the forest, going deeper into the forest trees became denser, and darker. Steep hills and small streams ran though the undergrowth. Lightly covered leaves littered the forest floor, a robin fluttered down looking around for things to eat; joining the robin was a female black bird. She scratched the ground with one claw, before bending her head down to listen. Soon her beak pulled out a rather fat pink worm, covered in mostly soil, she flew up and over on to a branch to swallow it whole.

Then she let out a call and flew off. She knew she was being watched not just by the robin but also by something else in the forest not far watching in the shadows. This was true however. It was nothing nasty; birds will fly at any sudden movement if it felt threatened. A wolf stepped out from the shadows and squinted his eyes looking around trying to see. His eyes opened to reveal slightly off colour pupils and sunken in eyeballs. His face was thin and long, his ears are fairly long and floppy at the top. He turned his brown body around and began to walk. Silver streaks where seen going down his spine before easing off down his tail and hind legs. The lines fade out before they reach his brown paws. Scars covered most of his body, face and legs, the one behind his ear looked fresh.

His fur was a quite thin, bald patches dotted around his body. He didn’t mind this, although he was careful not to try and get scratched or injured in those parts. He stopped on a rock, which over looked the beach and the waves. His sunken eyes closed and he breathed in the salted air. This he loved, nobody need know he was here. Nobody. Ribcage looked behind him and saw the forest he once called his home, he shook his head and carried on looking over the sea. He was never going back into the forest, never. Sometimes, Ribcage still thinks of his past, the good and the bad but it was mostly the bad that kept him up during the night. He let out a sigh and trotted off the rock and down to the beach, where Ribcage just sat and watched the waves rolling onto the beach.

[SilverClaw]

Wandering. Wandering and searching. For the past year SilverClaw has been doing just that. She was far from the area she used to call home. No more snow covered the ground, instead there were leaves. Crisp leaves that made a crunch when walked on. SilverClaw smiled and made it a habit to step on the leaves as she made her way through the forest. To her right came a rustle from a bush a few feet away. SilverClaw paused, turned her head and her amethyst eyes stared at the bush.

Out hopped a light brown rabbit with a fluffy white tail. The rabbit raised itself on its hind legs and sniffed the air. At first, it didn’t see the black wolf that was standing close by, but rather, it heard her. Looking down, SilverClaw glared at the leave she stepped on. “Curses,” she thought, “I now hate leaves.” Her happy smile now gone, replaced with a show of gleaming fangs and a husky growl. Quickly regaining her composure, SilverClaw bounded after the rabbit. The rabbit zig zagged across the leave covered forest, trying to escape the big black blur that was gaining on it. Ahead of her, SilverClaw could make out what appeared to be a burrow and watched as the white tail disappeared down it. Running up to it, SilverClaw used her grey claws and dug feverishly at the hole, dirt flying every which way. But to no avail. With one last effort she stuck her nose down the hole, and received nothing for her troubles.

Sighing, she stood back up and perked her ears. Her long straight ears strained to listen and in the distance, she heard the sound of water moving back and forth. Well, if she couldn’t get anything to eat, she might as well get a drink. Following the sound of the waves, SilverClaw walked until she reached the edge of the forest. Her front paws stepped on the warm sand as she walked towards the water. On the beach she was met with an array of smells, one smelled of salt, so the water must be salt water. Walking to the body of water, she let the waves wash over her paws and she lifted her nose into the air and took a whiff. There was definitely another one here. She could smell it. Shaking her paws, she cautiously continued down the beach in the direction the scent was coming from.

The scent was getting stronger the further she walked along. Squinting, she tried to make out the shape that was sitting on the beach, but all she could make of the image was that it was indeed another wolf. Picking up her pace, SilverClaw was excited and scared at the same time. It had been a while since she last spoke to another of her kind and the scrawny dark brown wolf, soon to be in front of her, didn’t seem too dangerous. But still, she kept her space as she looked him over. Judging from the scars on his body and condition of his fur, she could tell he had been through a lot. Making her way closer, she stopped a few feet away from him. “Why hello there.” She said and she waited for a response.

[Indiana]

OOC: Sorry its not a lot. Still quite tired.

IC:
Ribcage didn’t hear her at first, didn’t recognise she was there. The waves came closer to him as his blank yet alive eyes gazed over the water. Then he spoke, it was ages since he last heard his own voice, calm yet slightly eerie.

“You’ve travelled far from your snowy home. Have you not?” His head turned slowly to look at the new wolf that approached him, whilst she said what she had to say.
“You’ll find no snowy mountains here, only sand, salted water and trees,” he sighed before turning away from the female before him.

“You must be hot under all that blackened fur,” He enjoyed talking he wanted to speak forever now that he started talking, his voice also had that husky feel like he hadn’t had a drink for a few days.

The sun bore down up on the both on the beach, the sand glowed under its rays, while the water glistened underneath. Ribcage got up from his sitting position, his floppy ears flicked as best they could to get a good listen around him. Before turning his whole body towards the female. His sunken eyes met her normal ones, to him he seemed small standing in front of the female, but that didn’t let him bother him. With out him knowing, his tail was wagging softly behind him.

“My birth names Ribcage,” In his, voice this time was a sense of pride at least this time he could remember his name.

[SilverClaw]

OOC: ..I'm allowed to quote what you say right?..Not sure..

IC:
There seemed to be a hesitation coming from the brown wolf who was sitting on the sand. SilverClaw was about to repeat her words, but instead he spoke.

“You’ve traveled far from your snowy home. Have you not?”

Her eyes met his gaze and she looked over at the forest. With a nod of her head towards the forest, “True, I came from past the forest. Where snow always covered the ground and snow covered mountains so high that they seemed to go on forever into the clouds." She paused and stared off into the distance, as if reminiscing about the past. She remembered being a pup and frolicking in the snow as her mother watched over. The feel of the cold snow against her paws as she ran through it. The snowflakes that would stick to her fur as they fell from the sky. Curling up next to her mother as the days turned to nights. But that was all in the past, she only had herself and the hot sand under her paws.

“You’ll find no snowy mountains here, only sand, salted water and trees,”

This snapped her back into reality and turned to look at him, but he had already turned his eyes away, SilverClaw remained quiet.

“You must be hot under all that blackened fur,”

She hadn’t really noticed the warmth of the sun until he had said that. Inside of the forest it didn’t bother her, there were tall trees that blocked the sun and left shaded areas. So the sun wasn’t directly shining on her.

“I’m alright. The breeze coming from the waves and wind is very cooling.” She watched as he stood up and faced her. He was slightly smaller then she and his ears were floppy at the top. She liked his ears, they made her smile. His tail was also wagging and she took that as a friendly gesture. In return she let her tail wag back and forth.

“My birth names Ribcage,”

“Ribcage,” she said in her head,” That’s an interesting name.”
“Ribcage my name in SilverClaw.” Lifting her front paw, as if to show him the meaning behind her name. After she spoke, she laid down with her head on her paws and watched him. “So, what are you doing out here alone?”

Above seagulls were flying over the sea, searching for fish to eat. Further down the beach, a flock of them had already found a washed up fish. SilverClaw glanced over at them and then turned back to Ribcage.

[Cross]

((( ooc: i hope you don't mind if i post. =3 i don't really have any character's that would fit in here, but i'll throw in my charrie Fiery Hell, i haven't rp'd her in a while. mind you, she's evil... sorry if it's short. <<; )))

They were not alone.
Another wolfess, sitting far off, casually surveyed their minuscule silhouettes.......plotting to ruin their evening, perhaps?
Her name was Fiery Hell, once leader of the BlackBlood Alliance, a curious hellion with one hell of an attitude.

The winds danced playfully down the small dunes teasing the fur around her chest, they stirred up tendrils of sand to dance along her back and sting her eyes. The sand tumbled gleefully into two wounds behind both her shoulder blade's, sending conflicting jolts of pain down her spine. On the one hand it felt good rubbing against the crusty scabs, but the pleasure turned to pain as she arose to squint, catching sight of the two figures farther down the beach-line.

The female bore no facial expression, just sat atop the dune; a lone statue in the vast expanse of sand.
It was unknown to her why she felt the need for sudden company, perhaps it was the loss of Narganya and Tempest which drove her onward, but the crimson brutess never paid mind to her conscience, tossing it aside like a wayward lackey as she took her first steps from the dune's peak.
Her muscles rippled at the sudden loss of footing, causing the lanky Dire to half slide, half sit, down the dune's side. With nothing for her claws to grasp hold of, she instead went with the flow and surfed the sands, indolently leaping off before impact with the rest of the beach.

The wind in her fur, she landed gracefully upon the tips of her paws, yards from the dune's face. Having no game plan, she took her time wandering the salty water's edge, dropping her snout often to dip her uncomfortably hot muzzle under its surface, snapping at a fish every now and then.

[Indiana]

OOC: That’s fine Cross. =D

IC:

Again, Ribcage didn’t seem to hear her instead his blank staring eyes wondered around him before focusing on something in the distance, he didn’t know what it was yet there was another distinctive smell of another canine in the salted air. Turning his head away he finally answered Silver Claw’s question with out really any hesitation.

“I’ve been on my own for sometime now. Always wondering never looking back just forward. My old pack lives deep into the woods behind the beach. I was once their leader, their alpha. Until he came along. I should have seen it coming, a new wolf of young blood and braveness. Heres me old and run down. Soon he became the alpha, I was shunted down to the lowest rank they could gave me. In the end I just gave up I had served my purpose for the pack. I was left alone, by myself. That’s why I am alone my deer.”

This was true however she didn’t need to know the rest of his story. He felt that she had to know sooner then later, but just the basics. Anyways the story was no harm to anyone apart from the teller. He sighed and focused on the spot that had distracted him in the first place, he saw it glide of the sand dunes leap off and join at the seas edge. It was defiantly a canine species.

Again turning his head away from this he focused on SilverClaw.

“So. What about you Silverclaw? What brings you this far from the wood behind?”

He had told her just the basics of his own past. It was now her turn. He just wouldn't tell her the secret that he's carried around with him for most of his life.

Ribcage was slowly dying.

[SilverClaw]

OOC: 'ello Cross!

IC:
Ears listened attentively to Ribcage and amethyst eyes stared at him. Yet, there was something distracting…something that made SilverClaw’s nose twitch. A different smell was indeed in the air, and it was either coming this way or the wind was playing with her nose. Ignoring it for the time being, SilverClaw got up from her current position and switched to sitting on her haunches. It was much more comfortable and easier to look into the eyes of the wolf in front of her.

“I’ve been on my own for sometime now. Always wondering never looking back just forward. My old pack lives deep into the woods behind the beach. I was once their leader, their alpha. Until he came along. I should have seen it coming, a new wolf of young blood and braveness. Heres me old and run down. Soon he became the alpha, I was shunted down to the lowest rank they could gave me. In the end I just gave up I had served my purpose for the pack. I was left alone, by myself. That’s why I am alone my deer.”

SilverClaw didn’t know how to proceed after that. She wanted to stand up and give him a nuzzle and tell him it would be ok and that she understood. Except, deep down she knew that it would probably never be all right and she hadn’t been through what he had, so she didn’t really understand. He also most likely would have felt awkward if she was to show any sort of comfort. But she felt for him. For neither of them no longer had a pack and they were both alone.

She turned her head to see what he was observing off in the distance. So the wind hadn’t been messing with her nose and the scent was coming towards them. The subject was walking near the sea and to SilverClaw’s eyes, it looked wolf like. SilverClaw’s fur bristled. Running into two wolves in one day? What were the odds of that? For now, it could wait. Ribcage had asked her a question and she intended on answering it, no matter how ashamed it made her.

“I was born into a small pack and when the new pups were born, I was the one to watch over them. One day I was out with one, by that time the pups could walk on their own, and well…I was being immature. There was an elk. Father told us to never chase after them unless we went as a pack. But…I didn’t listen and...in the end the elk turned to chase me and in the process trampled the young pup.” She hung her head, ears no longer straight, as she continued in a barely audible voice, “Instead of facing up to the alpha, I ran off and never returned. For the past year I’ve been wandering. You’re the first wolf I’ve spoken to in a long time.”

Falling silent, SilverClaw thought. In fact, he was the only one she had told her story to. The past year had been filled with running. Running and fearing. The fear of forever feeling ashamed at what she let happen and the fear of running into the past. No matter what, she decided, she liked Ribcage's company and would go where he went. That is if he would allow it.

[Cross]

((( ooc: Hey Silv! Sorry for the delay in my post. It happens quite often, unfortunately. )))

Even if Hell's snout was preoccupied indulging itself on the oddly appealing salty fragrance of the sea( she quite enjoyed the prickling sensation it left on the calloused corner's of her lips ), her bush of a tail, however remained abroad, its voluptuous tendrils leisurely weaving between the curves of her haunches, mischievously plotting to tickle a patch of fur she couldn't reach. Overjoyed at the increase of personal space via beach, her d.a.m.n tail could hardly be controlled nowadays and as per the last few hours, it remained sky bound, gleaming streaks of crimson and cream exposed as it seductively entwined through the sun's lavish rays.

After a while the savage female's mind sought relapse and, aside from the sea's tantalizing aroma, the Dire paid no heed to her sandy environment. It was as if another dimension had arisen from the murky depths of her conscience and displayed itself in front of her. She was watching herself through her eyes three years before, stumbling into a labyrinth of vegetation foreshadowed by the redolence of an ominous presence. The essence of battle cries graced her mind only, it was a reminiscence; a plague that hadn't bestowed its tyrannies upon the fabric of her sanity for years, Kieodo, that was. The two female's had come face to face in those haunting woods beyond her eyes, the once trusted companion morphing into a demonic creature as her health failed. The new Kieodo was hellbent on claiming her life, her features retaining the unbalanced characteristics of a loon. The noticeable apex between its ribcage and hindquarters; an unusual frantic glow radiating from its bloodshot eyes; the enormous expansion of new dragon wings, cartilage hanging of its bones; these traits set the creature apart from anything she'd ever faced, proving to be an impressive adversary. Amid the glorious shower of blood and sinew, the evenly matched pair came to a silent stalemate parting ways as quickly as they had met.

Soft whispers carried from the male and female Hell spotted earlier roused her from the daydream, slapping reality into perspective. She became aware of the fact she'd traversed nearly the whole distance, perhaps over confidently invited herself amidst the pair, blatantly turning to face SilverClaw, tail suddenly coiling dominantly above her haunch. Any other canid arriving so abruptly without word might have been embarrassed, but Hell was headstrong outwardly, and inwardly, claiming the dominant status of the group, her lips wreathing over a fine set of pearly whites.


She gave no introduction, merely raised an eyebrow before invading SilverClaw's personal bubble, sniffing her way up the female's front legs. Reclining upon taut haunches, he Dire allowed both feet to sprawl apart in a comical state of comfort, plume rounding itself above her shoulder.
"Tell me female," the brutess began, the cynical tones of mockery apparent as the cruel drone of her voice abruptly shattered her silent entrance. Her dislike of males was evident in the position of her body, and she placed a paw forward to indicate the silver streaked male before absentmindedly scooting closer to Silver. "of what use is this male to you?"
Oh yes, she would continue. Emotions? Such a phrase was not part of Hell's vocabulary. What other wolves felt had absolutely no effect on her, as divulged when greeting a trash couple such as this.
"He's obviously on his last legs..." she feigned a pause absentmindedly sizing the female up, taking notice to her silver claws before lifting a rear leg to franticly scratch under her ear,

"...."
"why not kill him?"

Her head was cocked as she was honestly perplexed, as well as irritated. She was brought up to kill those too weak for survival and thought it unnatural for this male to survive beyond the evening, being taken back with the pleasantries the female gave him. Her fur was bristled around the scruff, though she was clearly not intimidated by either, visage remaining featureless and blank.

[Indiana]

A short growl escaped the male’s jaws, and his thinned out hackled rose quite pathetically. He wasn’t really listening to the two females at first, but as soon as the words
“Why not kill him” escaped the other female’s mouth that’s when he turned; his eyes came out from those dark sockets and seem to light up slightly before fading again. His lip curled.

“Tell me fea. Why do you detest males so much?”

His tail wasn’t swaying anymore, more just hanging limp yet slightly up. His eyes didn’t move from the new fea at all, he knew he didn’t like her for some reason he could tell she didn’t like him. This. He didn’t mind at all. As long as he had the sand, sea, the crashing of waves in his ears that was his home

Ribcage sat back down, thinking. Maybe the world will be better with out him, they certainly wont miss him since he didn’t fear death that will come at a second glace. He quickly looked over the horizon and the suns rays shinning on the blue clear water the waves dancing in the sea. His head bent down his ears became more floppy then normal.

Yes. This will do.

“Fine. Kill me. I wont fight back, I’ll welcome it,”

[SilverClaw]

Kill him? Why did this female want her to kill Ribcage? He posed no threat to either of them and thus she found no reason to strike him down. That was not her way, last leg or not, Ribcage would not die from her fangs. Nor would she allow it from this crimson female that had taken a seat beside her.

"I'll not kill him," SilverClaw turned to glare into the eyes of the wolfess, "I've just met him and so far he has done nothing to deserve to die."

This female made SilverClaw uneasy. She felt...evil. She wanted to take Ribcage's life. It must have been something that came easy to her. Crimson fur. Blood from slain wolves, perhaps? Most likely not, but the color suited her personality well. Who was this female that abruptly interrupted them and what crawled up her butt to make her so hostile towards Ribcage? She looked away from Hell and rose to her paws. Grey claws flashing silver from the way the sun was shining down on the three figures on the beach. Black tail on edge, unaware of how the conversation was going to turn out. Eyes glancing back and forth between the two wolves as they conversed.

“Fine. Kill me. I wont fight back, I’ll welcome it,”

Taken aback from his statement, SilverClaw swung her head to look at Ribcage, shocked from what came out of his mouth. She was not expecting that, and she didn't really understand why he would let another wolf take his life without a fight.

"What?!," spoken in disbelief," Why would you let her do that?" A low growl emitted from the back of her throat as she stepped between the two. Hunched over and head down low, her claws dug into the sand as she stood her ground. "I won't let you do it...even if he does want to die, let him go peacefully." Her voice came out calm, although on the inside she was terribly frightened. She had no idea what she was doing or getting herself into. In her three years of living, this type of situation had never occurred. Of course she had seen scuffles every now and than when she was with her pack but none of them ever led to death. And none of the wolves had ever so openly wished to...die.

SilverClaw kept her head down, stealing glances once in a while and waited for someone to make the next move.

[Kozmo]

((I couldn’t resist. Crossie, does Hell remember Domino? I hope so, cause here she comes…))

Twas so boring at times. Really, utterly boring. Since her last… encounter… with Fiery Hell, she had nothing to do, and had taken to wandering about aimlessly. Pretty, slender, and lithe, the female would have done her namesake proud. Split down the center, like a Harlequin clown, her left side was black, her right was white, with opposing colors on her boots. And she was scarred. Massively… wickedly, scarred. One of those came from Hell herself, and it had been both wanted and almost pleasurable.

Wasn’t every day that such a beauty was that close to you, after all.

Nostrils flared as a familiar scent wafted past. Forget the others… all Domi wanted right now was one.

Hell.

Was.

Down.

There.

She took off like a shot, making a dash onto the scene as Hell spoke, displaying dominance over another female. For a moment, Domi was absurdly jealous. After all, who DARED to make an enemy of her? But then, just as obvious, the other fae was frightened. And so, Domi shifted, her tail bushed, brushing just so against her side. She then proceeded to slink forward, her tail batting playfully at the crimson side.

“Having fun, mi amour?” She tilted her head then, a flash of pearly canines revealed as she pouted. “Did you miss me?”

[Cross]

Hell remained still, eyes focused upon the rogue' female. The male's shock might have been expected, yet the ferocity in which this female defended him totally swaped her initial objectives. Until now her intent was to relocate what remained of the BlackBlood Alliance to the unclaimed territories of the mountain region' farther north, game seemed far more plentiful there. Now however, she felt a need to keep this female with her and she would do everything within her power to have it so.

"While I did ask why you just don't kill him," she mused, holding Silver's gaze with an intensity that rivaled the tides' pull. "there was no mention of me actually doing so. That you assume such means you're either clueless, or scared witless."
Here she held up a paw, halting any reply that would come from either wolf.

A scent. A scent that drove tingles up her spine and sent shiver's down her legs.

The arrival of Domi enhanced what little excitement showed, betraying her evil demeanor with a smile. The new commer's pelt was a various assortment of white and black-harlequined, if you will-frame considerably smaller, physique suited to speed rather than muscle. As such, she was beautifully elongated. The mass of scars dappled throughout her pelt only enhanced her features in a display of butch feminism, a title she, herself, was proud to hold. Domi was the latest addition to the BlackBlood Alliance, proving herself in battle with none other than Hell herself, a force to be respected and admired to say the least.

She returned Domi's greeting with a sensual purr, rubbing the underside of her muzzle along the side of her cheek. Her nostrils picked up many different scents integrated within the confines of her skin. Intrigued, she took note and reminded herself to ask Domi later, leaving the purr as her only greeting before returning her attention to the rogue's, though her focus was more on Silver than Indi.

"I respect those who stand up for what they believe." Dipping her head in approval, a trait she picked up from her Blitz companion, she arose from the terrain and closed the distance, albeit short, between them, placing herself on Silver's immediate right. "Though your judgment is clouded," she continued, picking her words carefully before laying them out, "your determination is resolute. My name's Fiery Hell, and I would be honored to accept a challenge from one as brave as yourself." She smiled then, a twisted smile that sent even the weirdest abominations scurrying for safety. "There are a few conditions we must agree upon firstly, however. One," she spoke animatedly, lifting a forepaw to use a shiny crimson talon as an indication of the number she was on. "this will be a spar. I will not fight to the death, nor will I willingly kill you for the fun of it. Two. If I win, you'll join my alliance and keep me and Domi company for however long I see fit. And three?" she paused, licking the third talon with a rapture quite like the vampire's of this realm, eyes never straying Silver's own liquid sphere's. "I leave for you to ponder as you see fit."

[Indiana]

OOC: I Will post later. Second thoguht Ill wait til SilverClaw.

[SilverClaw]

OOC: Ah so its sorta short

There was no need for a response from SilverClaw. This wolfess could probably sense her fear, so sense in adding to it by outright saying so. Even so, Hell silenced them with a raise of her paw. Coming towards them was another wolf. With a plop, SilverClaw returned to her haunches and watched the interaction between the black and white newcomer and Hell. She made a guess that they were already well acquainted; by the way they acknowledged each other.

This wolf was slightly smaller than Silver and her fur was of an odd sort. Tilting her head slightly, Silver looked over the female, taking note of the interesting pattern of her fur. She had never seen a wolf with black and white split fur before. Hell, it seemed like she hadn’t seen much of anything during her travels. Until today it seems. The day started off normal and than in a bizarre twist of fate, Silver was suddenly amidst a group of wolves. “Should have stayed in the snow.” She thought to herself.

Once more the crimson wolf spoke, introducing herself and moving herself to Silver’s right side. Silver turned her head to meet her stare and listened attentively to what she was saying. Overhead the sun was glaring down on the four wolves stationed on the beach. Silver was beginning to feel the heat from it, while her bushy tail swung slowly back and forth, as if trying to produce a breeze. She wondered if the black and white wolf was feeling it as well.

"I respect those... ponder as you see fit."

Keeping Hell’s gaze, Silver’s eyes unfocused. As if disconnecting herself from the situation, but alas she was thinking things over. Her mind racing, unsure of what to do. Making decisions often required Silver to over analyze and at the moment she was going through the list of all the things that could possibly go wrong. After a bow of her head, she once more met Hell’s eyes and spoke. “Your terms are duly noted. Although my fighting skills are not as honed as yours appear to be, I shall agree to them. But first,” eyes blinking slowly, “what is this alliance you spoke of?”

[Indiana]

((OOC: I'll post, but I am going to kill off Ribcage and carry on with Magpie in my next post. Sorry for the small post as well.


IC:

Ribcage, just wasn't listening to the females around him. He knew the one that called her self "Hell" either didn't like males or just didn't want him here. He let out a little sigh, and got up from his sitting position. He looked at all the females, before turning his body and tail around and walked along the shore of the beach.

He rather enjoyed this time by himself, his paws bearly touched the waves rolling onto the beach, looking like white horses galloping across its sandy surface. Ribcage looked back, and saw the females still standing there, he shook his head and blinked, before getting up on an old plank of wood that looked out towards the sea.

Ribcage reached the edge and looked down into the waterhe saw only hsi reflection staring back at him telling him ts time. Sighing he sat down his eyes gazed over the horizon, the sun shone on the water making it sparkel and glimmer, Everything seemed to echo now in his ears, he felt his paws beging to slep down so they where hanging off the edge of the plank. His head rested between his paws, and his tail gave one last flick, while his eyes began to close.

Soon a lifeless form was laying down on a plank of wood that looked out over the sea. There was no sign of a flicker, twitch or blink from this wolf. His body might be still there, but his mind and soul wondered off somewhere. Climbing ever higher and higher to reach their own goal. While the old wolf had as the saying goes "Gone to a better place" little did the others know, a new wolf was coming down to the beach to get her fair share, her black and white appearence, (like a bird quite commen around here) either might shok them or they might just laugh. But she didn't care, and carried on running towards the beach...