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[Yeti]

Maya, Yeti's mother, had left him far back near a river. Unnoticed the young male had wandered unknowingly into pack territory. He was little and not many wolves, or anything for that matter, noticed the little wolf as he migrated from area to area. He had to real intentions, nor did he know where he was or where he was going, but he knew he could not survive much longer on his own. Already his fur was thinning and lack luster; his malnourished body was bony. His eyes more than anything betray the hopelessness he was truely in.

Generally the wheather had fared well for him. He was able to sleep outside under bushes or curled up in long grass without incident. Tonight, however, it was slightly different. It'd been windy and mild all day but out of no where the temperature had raised dramatically and the wind died down: a storm was brewing. Yeti had sense enough to know that and began searching for a place to ride the storm out. He was tough for a puppy, but even he had his limits and fears; storms were one.

He had skirted the pack territory for quite some time before giving up hope of finding something out of the borders. He didn't know what the scent meant, but he knew it couldn't be good. Still, he had no choice and eventually wandered in. He chose a direct path that led to the cave where he now sat, outside, observing the omnious opening. He wasn't afraid of storms - loud noises and dark openings - so he didn't know what to make of the situation. He needed shelter, yes, but did he trust that they were safe and empty inside?

Frusterated he let out a small whine and looked around wearily. He didn't know if it was one large room of if it branched off, the last thing he wanted was to go into a dark hole, not knowing what to expect, only to be cornered by anything watching him.

Hesitently he got to his feet, casting one last glance over his shoulders, ignoring the gnawing hunger in his stomach, and made his way closer to the cave. It'd been some time since his last real meal. He was too young, inexperienced, and not trained to take down his own prey, no matter the size. He'd eaten old - usually rotten - kill, and small bugs and mice for the past few weeks.

[FRAENR]

"Better find shelter." The wolf murmured to himself, as he concentrated on the thoughts of a small mouse, who was tutoring his many children on how to tell if a storm was near. He had been focusing on the little mouse for quite some time, since the birds were generally one-track minded, and deer were of little intelligence. The mouse, or Rae as he was called, was constantly thinking. He went from thinking about how they needed more food, how reckless his three sons were, sad thoughts filled his head as he mourned his cousin who had been eaten last week. This deeply fascinated Fraenr. Though he had been able to read minds for a little over a year now, he was still surprised about how such little creatures could have such great intelligence and thought process.

Fraenr had arrived in this territory not 3 weeks ago, and had joined the Tytanus pack. He had become so used to traveling on his own, that being in a group of other wolves still was taking some getting used to. But from the started Fraenr knew that joining one was inevitable. Before joining the pack, it had been many days since he had eaten anything fresh. He mostly had scavenged, for sharing the mind of that whom your about to kill, is not pleasant. They're last dying wish burns into your head, and you can feel the pain as their heartbeat slows and stops. Being psychic has its curses.
Since he had joined the pack however, he had yet to make a kill, since there were others to do so, and you were able to share the kill. This suited Fraenr, though he knew it would not last.

The mind of another wolf touched his as he continued along his way to the cave that he knew existed in the territory. The mind was young, that he could tell, but he was not yet close enough to be able to hear his thoughts. He knew this was not a Tytanus cub, and it surprised him that such a young one would be on his own. Yet, he had been young when he had left his pack and his mother.

When he neared the cave, he reached out his mind to listen to the young wolf. Like Fraenr, he had sought shelter from the upcoming storm, yet he was concerned about heading deeper into the cave, for he knew not what lurked inside. Fraenr had been warned about the cave and how few who entered returned, but to it was all a bunch of over-exaggerated stories. If there was anything down there, Fraenr would sense it.

At last the cave came into view, and at the entrance stood a black pup, who had not yet grown into his body. Fraenr avoided speaking with his mind, as it was confusing and violating to have your mind, your only private haven, to be intruded upon, and Fraenr knew it would not be wise to do so with such a young one. The male stalked forward slowly and carefully making sure not to startle the other wolf, and to show that he was not hostile.
"Hello.." He barked in a low, careful tone.

[Yeti]

He was at the lip of the cave, his toes grazing the damp, cold stone floor. For lack of anything better to do he stalled, his eyes growing and dilating against the darkness. He could only see a little ways in and resorted to stretching his neck and gingerly sniffing rather than going straight in. As far as he could tell there were scents, none too fresh, but it still meant that the cave was visited. Maybe occupied. "Hello." He crooned into the cave, his small voice echoing and becoming louder as it bounced it's way down the shaft. His ears tilted for a response; none came.

Had Yeti any clue he had a power he could have sent a gust a wind down or altered the weather and avoided this situation altogether, but, the small pup had not the faintest idea he was gifted with the element of air. His mother had shown no signs and she was the only adult he knew, so he was yet to learn.

He exhaled and stepped, his tail brushing his heels comfortingly. This time there was nothing to hold him back. He'd pussy-footed his way at the entrance long enough. Go he told himself, freezing despite his thoughts. He heard something. His head twisted back and his fur stood on end out of sheer surprise. Not too far away was an older, much larger, male. Yeti had never met one nor did his mother build them up. She had told him that his father was scum - all males were scum - and left it at that. Then she left him. What was he too think? Besides being a bit sexist toward females he generally preferred them.

He turned body, willing his fur to lay flat, and backed into the cave; he didn't want to but he had little choice. He remained silent and lifted his chin to sniff, keeping his eyes on the male. His body urged him to flee but the sheer stubbornness of young Yeti held him rooted in his spot. He didn't want to come off as a coward despite his trust issues, young age, and history, but he'd been alone for less time than he'd been with others and he still yearned for companionship. The male, situation depending, was a form of companionship.

"Hi-" he replied, his voice strong. He tilted his head and considered the wolf opposite him. "-who are you...? Am I in trouble?" He challenged, his heart rate slowly increasing, beating heavily against his protruding ribs.

[FRAENR]

The fear and uneasiness of the pup struck Fraenr's mind the minute he had been in veiw of the other wolf. Though Fraenr understood it. How would the young one know that he was not a threat? How did anyone know that Fraenr was not a threat? Though his intentions have always been pure, he is a threat, to everyone. To have your mind violated and prodded through, can tear some wolves apart. Every thought you had, every memory recounted, every feeling, it's all shared with someone else, and you could break someone with the sheer power of that. Psychic wolves were ones to be feared.

Fraenr had always considered his element a curse, not a blessing that ordinary wolves considered. While some would think of the psychic element to be the most desired; to find out the plans of your enemies, impressing the one you would like to mate by matching their interests, it was truly something Fraenr at least, would not wish upon someone. Not only did were you able to listen to others thoughts, but every feeling aswell, and for Fraenr it was impossible block. In the midst of a battle field, where your sharing the thoughts of those dying around you, every bite they feel, you feel it too, like a dull blade that never leaves a mark. Though Fraenr was yet to discover the full extent of his powers, and perhaps with that knowledge would learn to like his element.

Fraenr relaxed his tail to hang limp behind his legs, showing that he was not a threat currently to this young wolf. He had not run into such a less experienced wolf in some time, so the naive nature of the pup slightly surprised him.
"I'm Fraenr." He said, dropping the original hard edge in his voice this time.
"And I would venture much farther back there, many wolves who enter never return." There was, he realized, another mind back in the cave, but he chose not to mention it or prod on it, for it was far away, and he did not want to frighten the young wolf. Ideally, provided the storm would subside, he would like to get the pup to follow him to the canyon's where the pack was meeting.

[Yeti]

Yeti really didn't know what to make of the male. He was so large and his voice itself intimidated him: friendly or not, so he was careful to defiantly raise his chin, keeping his floppy ears erect to look bigger. Though he doubted highly that it did that. His body was casually turned, a clear sign that the young male was ready to run if he felt threatened. But, as much as the male intimidated him, he also interested him. Fraenr seemed closed up like Yeti; his face seemed to have a hurt look about it, as if something was unsettling him.

Forgetting his facade he tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing and letting the hardness of distrust go. He figured the male was simply here for shelter the same as him, so he could forget about the idea that he was being followed. But why come here if wolves were rumored to not return?

"I'm Yeti." He finally replied, his voice trying to be stern but couldn't in his young adolescent voice. He considered telling him that his mommy would be back, but he was sure the male could see that for a lie. Yeti was so skinny and his cautious nature clear enough that it wasn't hard to guess that he'd been abandoned. So instead he swallowed and looked back towards the cave briefly. "Really? He seemed skeptical. "Maybe there's just another way out that leads somewhere cool and that's why they never returned." He suggested, but still was side-stepping his way away from the mouth of the cave.

"Anyways then, why would you be going in? Aren't you afraid of never returning?" He asked earnestly, his body relaxing as his mind became distracted at the possible threat the cave now had. He knew the rain would pour down soon enough and he really disliked getting wet. "Where else is there for shelter, then, if one was too afraid to go in there." He tried to be sly and not let it show that he was afraid of the monster - or whatever - that may dwell in there and possibly eat him.

[FRAENR]

The third being in the cave was moving. Towards them. As interested as Fraenr was about this other mind, meeting it would probably not be a good idea. It was large, that he could tell. Bigger than him, and anything bigger than him, that lived in a cave was probably something not worth meeting.

The pup-or Yeti, was increasingly getting on Fraenr's nerves. Already knowing what he was going to say, and the lack of logic behind it, was getting rather annoying for Fraenr. He didn't understand why Yeti wouldn't just believe him in the first place. If there was another way out, then they would see a bit of a light, instead of it getting darker the further you head in. But Fraenr didn't let his annoyance show, it would mess up his non-threatening composure.

"There have been no cases of wolves that disappeared when they stayed close to the mouth." He said with a sigh, and a flick of his head toward the mouth of the cave.
"There is always the canyons.." He said while he stretched his legs.
"Which I probably should be heading to anyways." He stepped slightly toward the mouth of the cave. Perhaps is he began to leave, the pup, out of fear of what was in the cave, would follow him. Yeti's 'slyness' would not have worked on him even if he wasn't psychic, there was an edge in his voice that could just not be mistaken. Fraenr hoped that the pup's fear of the cave would be greater than the fear of himself. Yeti could use a pack, the dull of his coat and protruding rips were obvious signs of the time he had spent without eating, and one so young would not last much longer without some food in his belly.

OOC// BLEHHHK.

[Yeti]

Yeti believed him. He was, Yeti could tell, getting short-tempered. His short answers, however nicely spoken, was something he was used to getting from his mother so he decided to not push the older male anymore. He just figured his lack of experience around adults was to blame being none the wiser about the male's ability. "Oh." He calmly replied, blinking his large eyes at the cave, following Fraenr's movements carefully.

He watched him wander away slowly, his first impulse to stray after him. But fear and mistrust held him back. He looked down at his skinny self and knew he wouldn't be able to go on much longer by himself, but sheer stuborness told him to stay put. For a few moments he weighed his options, and in the end, began to tail after Fraenr. He was carful to keep a distance while keeping him in sight. After awhile the rain began to drizzle down and he trotted up and even along side him.

"What's in the canyons?" He asked quietly, nervously gnawing at his lower lips. His fur puffed up a little and he began to shiver. He didn't know what he was to expect nor what he was going to do. He didn't know anything about the packs and Fraenr hadn't mentioned anything; not that he would really mind. Fraenr didn't seem like the type that would put up with him, nor raise him, so he half-hoped there would be other wolves to meet along the way.

[ooc: You can just post at the canyons.]