What do you see, When you're looking at me - AW

[Jack]

Jack arrives in JT! :) Anyone welcome!

IC
It had been long, almost too long, since he had met up with Callan. Now the pack had finally been formed, and Jack had headed the call to join it. It was his only chance: If he would not join, he would surely die. The cursed creature wandered through the Northern territories, foreign lands to him, and finally he reached Willow Ridge. This was where it was going to happen. Finally he would have a home, and hopefully some food in his stomach soon.

Jack's ribs were showing and as he reached the place, his daemon bird Snuff on his shoulder as always, silent as always, the dark male collapsed into the snow-covered ground. He was feeling cold and hungry, and he could only hope that this place, this new home, would prove to be his saviour.

[Varrius]

Hehee my first IC post. Hi!
His new was daemon nearly always a foot or two ahead of him. He didn't feel like keeping up with her at the moment, then again, he never did. Varrius followed the scent of what he assumed, and hoped, was the pack leader. He was hoping this would work out, he'd never been in a pack since he was a puppy. He had never really liked being alone, having to hunt alone. In a pack he might be able to survive, to learn his way around the land. Without a pack Varrius knew he was doomed. Quiterie, the male's daemon, danced ahead of him until finally he the scents he was following became stronger.
Ahead of him Varrius noticed a wolf who looked worse off than he was. In fact, the dark wolf was on the ground, and while Varrius felt like he could collapse, he was still rather far from that point. Quiterie stopped Do you think he is okay? she asked. He noticed a trace of fear in her voice. Ummm I don't know, he thought back to her. He was starting to get used to this telepathy thing, but it was still weird to him. Inching closer to the other male, Varrius gently called to him. "Uhhh, are you okay?" He got even closer as he spoke.

[Jack]

Welcome to WNL! :D

IC:
Jack didn't notice the other wolf approach. He was quite busy feeling miserable for himself and the hunger that was raging through his body. When he finally heard the voice, his ears perked up momentarily, and then they fell again. "Do I bloody look okay?" he grumbled with his rough smokers' voice, and his eyes flitted up into their corners to look at the other.

"Got some food?" he asked, quite intent on getting his stomach filled. Jack didn't really have much pride to begin with: His only pride had been in protecting his master. When that bond had been severed and he had been thrown out into the cold, Jack didn't care anymore. He just wanted some food in his stomach.

[Varrius]

Hehe thanks!
Varrius waited a moment. trying to see if the wolf was dead. To the male, he could have been dead, he'd never seen a dead wolf. It was pathetic and he knew but he still didn't want to see a dead wolf at the time. So he was relieved and then slightly appauled when it spoke. "No... you don't. I don't have any food, though I can go look for some. I don't know where I would find some..." He stuttered. He was embarrassed for some reason he couldn't pull out of his mind. That now he had signed up to find food for some other wolf he had just accidentally found made him flustered. He had no idea where the heck he was! And then of course his daemon had to chime in, Your so nice to offer to find food for him. And when he turned Quiterie was beaming at him.

[Jack]

Jack merely remained on the floor, his eye turned to the corner of its socket to look at the other wolf. His nose was to clogged up to smell if this was a pack mate or not, so he just remained on the floor motionlessly. The other wolf didn't appear to have any food either, nor did he know where to get it, but he was going to try anyway.

While Jack didn't have much faith in the other wolf's capabilities, he nodded anyway and gruffly said: "Okay." He couldn't offer to come along or thank him yet anyway - since he couldn't run and he hadn't received anything from the other to be thankful for, other than compassion - so that was what he stuck with. Then his eye rolled back forward again and Jack rested his body on the cold ground, his stomach rumbling and his ribs sticking out.

[Varrius]

Varrius remained watching him for a moment after he replied while Quiterie trotted close to the wolf on the ground. Varrius loped off with his daemon beside him, a rare event that probably wouldn't happen again in while. But he felt that he had to help this wolf. Varrius didn't feel very confident, but the thought he could catch a little bit for each. He moved for a while through trees and open spaces until he smelled the scent of a mouse. He pounced on the morsel and trotted to the wolf he had headed off on this mission for.

Though he was hungry he dropped the mouse in front of the wolf. His stomach growled loudly as the meat his the cold snow with a light thud.I'm Varrius, my daemon is Quiterie. Who are you? He introduced himself for lack of knowledge of what to say. He waited impatiently for an answer so he could go and hunt. He shifted from foot to foot so his feet wouldn't be as cold all at once. The male glanced at the sky, and then back down at the meat. Another protest from his stomach came, and Varrius's patience thinned even more.

[Jack]

Jack waited as, without a word, the wolf left to go and hunt something. Or maybe he'd never return. Jack wasn't entirely sure he'd return at all, but considering the situation he had little option but to remain on the floor and wait to see if he would get a share of meat or not. So he remained there, waiting, an ear perked into the air to try and hear if the other returned yet.

He didn't hear anything, but eventually the wolf returned anyway. Snuff remained quiet, Jack let out a surprised, gruff grunt as the mouse was dropped near him. Wow. Maybe this pack thing wasn't so bad after all. Tilting his head towards the creature, Jack snatched it between his teeth and started to quickly devour it while the other introduced himself. Before anyone else'd take it and eat it instead.

His mouth still full with the mouse, not minding bones or fur or anything much, he offered his name in return. "Varrius," he first repeated with a swift nod, his head and body still on the ground. "I'm Jack." He didn't introduce his silent daemon, because he didn't really mind the thing much. It was there, yes, but it didn't feel as much part of him as it was supposed to be.

[Varrius]

Sorry for the uber-long wait...
Varrius wasn't exactly sure whether the male had expected him to return, but he did. Anyway, maybe one day he would be helped in return? Some part of him hoped that the male wouldn't be there when he got back, or that he'd stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating. But to that small part's disappointment, there he was. Varrius assumed that it was his stomach that had hoped for the other's death.

"I can't believe that any part of you would want someone else dead!!! He had, once again, forgotten about the omnipresent Quiterie. He shook his head a little, just enough that he couldn't see. "Well, I'm not all daisies and unicorn poop. Get used to it." He telepathically replied, his annoyance plain in his thoughts. He corrected himself, Sorry, I'm just... hungry. No reply, but a kind nod of forgiveness from her.

So, the male hadn't expecting him to return. Death wishes were not out of the question in that situation, but there was no way the young male would have left the collapsed wolf to die. "Nice to meet you, Jack. Do you belong to the pack around here?" Might as well get to know the guy, Varrius thought.

[Jack]

No problem, my wait before that was even longer! *blush* I'm glad to see you're still around / back! :D

Jack would only be happy if he'd one day be strong enough to be able to help the other male in return. Not that it was certain he would, of course, knowing nothing about helping others and things like that: But he just hoped he'd survive these harsh days... Actually, Jack hoped to be back in human hands at some point, used to being fed and defend... Not to have to scrape his own food together.

Regardless, his loyalty to his new pack and this strange male had gone up considerably due to this event. The other, Varrius, continued to be delightfully friendly and Jack hoped it'd stay that way. He could use more food, but didn't pry - this was more than enough to feed his mourning stomach for now. "Yeah," he replied to the other male's inquiry, "Jartegga, or summin like that. Callan's pack." It was in fact all of their packs, as Callan had explained it, but Jack saw it as Callan's. He wasn't good at being loyal to all wolves in a pack, so instead he chose to be loyal to the one that had saved his life in the first place.

[Varrius]

Haha thanks :)

Varrius was completely oblivious to the other wolf's past, but he had no doubt that the other's past few days were more exciting than his whole life. Maybe that was just him though, there were probably other wolves who lived their lives in a pack, happy with their rank, never even hoping to leave it. And maybe those other wolves were in a mate ship, in love with another wolf who was just as carefree as them. Sometimes it seemed that was all he could ever dream of. But other times, he wanted more. Maybe it was that reason that brought him to that pack, on that day, to meet Jack.

The young male had only met Callan once, when he was accepted into the pack, so he was also in the dark about whatever connections Jack and Callan had. "Yeah," he spoke with a hint of a laugh in his tone, "It's a tough name to pronounce." Varrius was never too good with difficult names, and this pack name was no exception. Loyalty was something, though, that he was good at.

Despite his gruffness, Varrius decided he liked Jack.

[Jack]

Jack didn't know much about the Icelandic tongue. He hadn't been trained in it, since his owner had been an American living in Reykjavik: He had spoken English to Jack, always, and only spoke Icelandic to others. And even so, the word 'earth' had never passed his lips, so Jack wouldn't know what Jarðtengja really meant. It was some sort of word Callan had made up, and Jack was certain he'd made up a good name for it, and all that. He trusted Callan, despite his seemingly uncaring appearance through it all.

"It is," he said gruffly, a smile never reaching his lips but the way his words were spoken indicated he was smiling inside, regardless. "Know that Callan fellow well?" he asked Varrius, and after a short silence added, "I dunno him well, but he's nice. Y'know, like you." He wasn't good at all at making friends or small talk, at all... But Jack tried, anyway. It was never too late to start, after all.

[Varrius]

Varrius was only familiar with the little Icelandic he'd heard since coming here. He'd come a long way to get to his new home. He was from somewhere in Canada or America, he wasn't sure. He'd met his daemon on the way. And his daemon did know a few words of it, here and there. "It means earth" She told him.
"I've heard it means 'earth.' Varrius said after the other male spoke. He noted the smile in his voice. That just gave him another clue that Jack wasn't as bad as he seemed at first glance. He answered the question that approached him next, "Know that Callan fellow well? I dunno him well, but he's nice. Y'know, like you."As he spoke, he caught the last part of what Jack said. "I only met him when I got accepted into the pack. And, thanks, you're pretty nice, too." He smiled broadly after a moment, deciding it was the right thing to do in the moment. As cheesy as it may sound, Varrius loved making friends, because if you're friends, you're not enemies.

[Jack]

Sorry for the delay again. :<

Jack didn't know much Icelandic, especially for a native: He'd never bothered when the humans spoke it, since they could not understand him anyway. There hadn't been any use in learning. Apparently, his pack's name meant 'earth'. Jack didn't really care whichever it was called, so long as it offered him food. He just nodded at Varrius' remark about the pack's name.

Apparently, Varrius didn't know Callan that well either, apart from the acceptance. Jack had only met him on several occasions too, but he'd been nice enough to share food with him, which already gave him quite some bonus points in Jack's books. "Huh, thanks," Jack gruffly remarked, not really sure what to do with the compliment given to him. He didn't remember ever receiving one before.

[Varrius]

It's fine :3 Sorry my fail post fails.

Varrius knew there was some story about Jack that he didn't know. Of course, every wolf had their stories, but the other male's seemed particularly interesting. But Varrius didn't want to seem nosy at all, and thought of other things to reduce the temptation to ask. The young male didn't care too much about what his pack name meant, either, but it was always nice to know.
Varrius smiled and nodded. The male acted like he'd never received a compliment before!

[Jack]

ooc: I seem to be making a habit out of this anyway. -blush- and your post didn't fail <3

ic: Jack didn't know that he had brought the were-disease to the valley. He only knew he'd eaten the remains of some human, and that was that. It had been all he was able to hunt and scavenge together when he had first come here, and he wasn't much better off now. There were no humans here, as his luck would have it, and Jack felt terribly hungry all the time. A little less so because of Varrius' kindness, but he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to manage.

"Well, y'should probably be on yer' way 'n all," he suggested, figuring that Varrius had more important things to do than linger here and hold a silence contest, really.