New in the Lands(Open to all)

Malikai stood a little distance away, eyeing Titan's newly born cub. His own cub had recently been ranked up to novice, so it was sort of nice to see another young wolf that had been born into the tribe instead of being taken in.

The little cub went by Dark, she had recently been growing more active since her birth. The poor thing would never get to know her mother, only the booming image of her father, who Malikai knew would constantly be teaching the young cub about the tribe ways. After Lily had left for the packs, he knew Titan would more than likely keep a closer eye on Dark...

Malikai snorted, obviously bored with watching the cub.

Viserion had spent the day lounging around the densite of the Tribe as per ususal, he had unable to find anything interesting to preoccupy him, so he found himself wasting the day away via short, restless naps. Once he had woken again, he found that the Tribe was still under the same sleepy lull, although during his sleepy scanning of the other Tribe members, he spotted a small darkly-colored she-pup; one that he didn't really recognize. After a few moments of debating, Viserion hauled himself to his feet and trotted up towards the other cub, giving her a curious sniff- the coloring of her pelt seemed familiar, but he couldn't fully identify her. She must be younger than him, as he wasn't as familiar with all the cubs younger than him. "I've never seen you before," He spoke, voice curious as he eyed the dark she-pup, "What's your name?" He questioned, haunches thumping against the hard Earth as he sat down close to Dark.

Letting out a bark of greeting, Titan padded over to Malikai and sat down next to the assassin, giving a curt nod of his head. Turning his gaze to his youngest cub, the lean and muscular wolf couldn't help but be filled with a sense of pride. The Tribe was growing, his bloodline was growing, and soon, the plan that he'd been devising for what felt like ages would be put into action. Although still slightly small in numbers, the Tribe was no longer weak and he promised to give his rouge's what they rightfully deserved. No more lack of prey, no more fighting Greencough each winter... things would be different.

Lost in thought, the soft yips of the cubs in conversation brought him back to the present and he looked down to Dark and Viserion who were a coyote length or so away from him and Malikai. "They grow up pretty fast," the dominant commented, not speaking to anyone in particular, his gaze not leaving the cubs. Dark was definitely a proud Tribe member, no matter how young, and he was impressed by her willingness to listen to him when he taught her about the Fear-wolves.

OOC: remember to be using the posting order please ;D