A calming quiet lay over the area, the slight rustling of dying tree leaves whispered though the air accompanied by the melodic whistle of a few birds. The sharp sound of paws slamming into the ground shattered the silence as a tawny fae bolted through the woods. Her leath form weaving between trees and propelling over obstacles. If Pharika was to climb her way up from omega she would need to stay in shape, and keep her skills in tune. Even though she wished to be a warrior she could deal with hunter, just to be safe she needed those skills to be strong too.

As she ran her crystalline blue eyes were glued to a rabbit that was a few tail lengths ahead of her. It's fear scent hit her hard as she quickened her pace and gained on the defenseless creature letting out a snarl as she lunged forward, her teeth closing over the back of its neck. As her mouth slammed shut she heard a snap as the sweet, warm blood rushed into her mouth and the rabbit let out a squeal before going limp in her jaws. Slowing herself to a jog and eventually a stop she dropped the rabbit at her paws, panting slightly, glancing around she sighed. Too bad there was no one to share her meal with.

Bovinari trotted throughout the area with slow footsteps, his dark nose quivering as the male scented for herbs. His large ears were perked to listen for any dangers, be in another wolf, or a bear, anything worth running from. The healer could defend himself sure, but it wasn't his expertise. The average sized brute continued to trot as he searched carefully for the required flowers, plants, etc. After a few moments he saw nothing but a layer of snow covering everything. The male started to become agitated, he was a healer, he needed the herbs so he could do his job, but none were showing themselves! What was he supposed to do now, lick it all better? He was on the verge of throwing a fit before a familiar scent wafted over to him. His ears twitched as he lifted his muzzle from the ground. He padded carefully foward before smelling the scent of blood. He quickly trotted forward, his eyes spotting the fur of his clanmate.

Bovinari walked towards the female, his eye wide and as cold as the snow by his feet. His tail stayed out moderately high behind him, he was more dominant than the omega as a healer. He knew his place in a pack, he had learned quickly. He also recognized the she wolf as omega he had seen around camp, or more like smelled, his face neutral. "Hello, how are you doing? I see you've caught a rabbit?" He said in a monotone voice, his normal voice deep yet smooth. He puffed out his chest slightly, watching her every move. Bovinari acted neutrally toward most of his clanmates; he was a very passive wolf. He preferred not to meddle in other peoples affairs. Why take on more problems than he needed to especially if the other wolf didn't want him to?