Trying for Acceptance

[Spikey]

The male moved steadily over the snowy area. His breath came out in puffs of white but that did not faze him in the least. Snow and cold did not bother him as much as the dreary heat of summer; where he wished he could shed all his fur and run under the shades of the trees.
Hunger gnawed at his belly, reminding him that he had not eaten in the past few days. A snort rose from his throat and out his nostrils. 'What good is hunting when what you crave for isn't that easy to catch on your own?' he thought to himself. A small sigh escaped his lips. There was no use arguing with himself again, as he had done on several occasions since leaving his home. The male kept moving forward, waiting for the scent of the wolf pack border to reach his nose. It did not take long.
He stopped, bent his head down and sniffed at the ground. This was definitely it. His head and front paws were just past the border. Pierced ears pricked forward, he listened.
"What are you listening for, Spikey?" he asked himself in a harsh growl. He didn't even know. He knew the right thing was to let out a howl, to alert the alphas he was there. But, for some reason, that just sounded unreliable. That's all he had been doing in every wolf pack he had stumbled across and after a while it just lost its affect.
But he knew it would be his only chance. With a short, sharp growl, he lifted his head to the sky, balancing himself square. He inhaled the cold air, feeling it lightly bite at his lungs. Then exhaled in a loud howl that the chill air carried. It had risen deep within him, as if this was his last hope of survival, and had been let out to alert any nearby wolves that they were not alone.

[OOC: Just trying for the Minarron pack. So ummm...yeah <.< *waits*]

[Asia]

Asia had been sleeping outside the den when she heard the unfamiliar howl--the howl of alerting. Although she knew by now by the many times she encountered this situation, it had been another pack's member alerting an Alpha of his trepassing so he wouldn't be attacked. This time, it sounded as though this wolf was alone and slightly desperate.
She got up from her log perch and walked toward the howl, she too letting out a song on the way, letting him know she was there.
After a few minutes of tredding in the deep slow, the Alphess lifted her head to the sky, searching for a smell that didn't take long to find. With her sharp lavender eyes, she looked around and spotted the brown wolf. "Who are you?" she asked in a neutral tone.

[Spikey]

Spikey eyed the white she-wolf with the lavender eyes. He cast his eyes downward, tail held low and ears back. "I am Spikey. I have traveled both long and far in search of a pack," his words were carefully placed and seemed to be thought out. He would not meet her eyes, out of respect mostly but also because he knew it was wrong to look at her with flirtatious eyes. He could not determine her rank exactly but he knew better than to try his luck.
He made his body language blank so as not to give her any wrong ideas. His ears were kept cocked back but not plastered against his furred skull and his tail hung limp, as if the bone and muscle had been removed.
The snow clung to his pelt but he didn't even move to shake it off, his mind too intent on making a good impression, something it did not concentrate that much on that often. Carefully and trying to be as subtle as possible, he slowly flicked his yellow eyes up at the she-wolf, doing his best not to meet her eyes and quickly swept his gaze over her then back to the ground. 'Whoever is her mate, if she has one, is extremly lucky,' he thought, trying not to grin.

[Keerse]

Keerse too heard the howl, a long, lonely note coming from the border's of the land. He had been drinking at one of the cold, clear streams that ran unfrozen through the land in winter. His black ears perked forward and he lifted his head, water dripping off his grey chin.

More strange wolves? he thought, remembering his last few encounters with non-pack wolves. He frowned and picked his way up the rock sides of the creek until he hit the forest, where he started trotting towards the sound.

When he came closer, he stopped. He could smell the stranger now, as well as the scent of his mate. Asia had beat him to the stranger. Keerse stood at the edge of the wood, looking at the new male and frowning. He looked over at Asia, then stepped from the shade of the trees, his paws whispering softly in the snow as he came to stand silently next to her.

[Spikey]

Spikey's ears flicked forward and his nose twitched. He looked up to see the new wolf. 'I wonder...could that be her mate?' he thought to himself, eyeing the new wolf curiously. His eyes, soon though, were cast downward. He would not meet their gaze, he would not try his luck. He needed a home, he was somewhat desparate for one. Again, he resumed to keep his body language blank, his ears back lazily and tail remaining limp. 'Please...don't let them see me as a threat,' he whimpered mentally.

[Keerse]

Keerse flicked his ears and remained with is head held high in a dominant gesture, trying to make it clear to this newcomer that he was not to be messed with. He kept his yellow eyes trained on the blank wolf. "What's going on here?"

[Spikey]

The way he carried his voice and the way he carried his head (as Spikey saw it out of the corner of his eyes), the wolf knew that these had to be the Alphas, just by the male. He looked up, not meeting the male's eyes but looking at his chest. "I am looking for a home," he told him bravely. He twitched his tail, the only movement out of it this entire time. "That's all I seek."
Not able to take the snow anymore, he shook his pelt free of it, still watching the male's chest, yellow eyes never wavering. He waited silently, keeping his legs placed out evenly, his tail resuming a limp position, and his head and neck lowered, but muzzle pointed towards the Alpha's chest. His eyes never left the fur, despite their cries to explore and gaze at the snowy land before him.