play me a memory! -- lion. enclave.

Alakia had been alone for many years now, the lion doing everything in his power to just survive. Most of the time this meant trying to steal from other groups, usually going about it by tempting the guards at the boarders and then slipping inside the camps and taking what he needed before dipping. He hardly ever visited a group more than once, it was an unwritten rule that you just didn't steal from somewhere more than once and you don't steal from small groups.

The lion had been wondering for a couple of days now, in search for his next group but he hadn't been able to find any. He was starting to wonder if he had gone past all of the groups and was just heading towards a dead end. Finally he stumbled across the scent of a group, drawing his paws in the direction of the trail and happily followed it. A smile danced on his muzzle as he padded along, finally reaching the boarder and stepping over it. He settled down under a tree, happy to wait and see if anyone would notice that he was here.

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The hyena huffed, ears flicking at the scent of a stranger in the territory. A frustrated groan left him, and he tiredly shook his fur. Alex simply followed the scent until he spotted Alakia, and his eyes narrowed. "You're in the territory of The Enclave, state your business." He barked, ears angled flat.

/ low muse sorry

IM TAKING BACK THE DAY! -- wolf. delta - enclave.

A low breath left the greying wolf, ears flicking as he heard a voice echo out into the territory, stirring him from his work wandering the territory and repairing the signage that his predecessor had put up. It was hard work, especially when he was the only one to be doing this. Not that he cared, truly, enough needed to be done to repair the injuries that they had all endured from the betrayal of their former Delta, Rylios. The sound of Alex's bark drew the wolf from his business around the territory, leaves and twigs erupting from his pelt at odd angles all over.

Stepping from the bushes that had separated them, the wolf would sneeze and shake his head, fixing silver and orange eyes on the form of alakia, studying the lion with a silent expression. something about the lion's form was minutely familiar to him, itching at memories he left long buried. Alex had spoken the necessary questions, leaving the hulking dark wolf to stand as a fellow enclavian, silently awaiting the lion to explain himself.

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