dawnchild alpha interactions || Gwen, Valkyrie, Jessie, Maggie tags || @Misguided†Ghost, @Princess Poisoned Rose, @Queen†Chaos, @Tarieles The sun was high in the sky -- midday -- and Isaac leaned against the glass that made up the entire back wall of the Dawnchild pack's house. He was not tired at all, which was unusual for him, as his Alpha duties and the constant hunting kept him up late into the night. But today was one of the few days where he had no important tasks to complete. He had sent Lucian, Nova, Cress, Alex and Allison on a hunting expedition. Marshall, Michael, Maggie and Jessie were also home, along with Valkyrie, but they were all nowhere to be seen. And, if he was honest with himself, Isaac did not want to see any of them at that moment. He checked the time on his cell phone -- 12:55pm -- and glanced out of the window, looking for the dark blonde hair of Gwen. She was supposed to be at the pack's house by one in the afternoon, but Isaac was still worried that she would not show. His own pack had long accepted the scandalous romance between their Alpha and the Black Torch Walkers' Delta, but Isaac and Gwen both knew they had to keep their relationship a secret from Gwen's Alpha and Betas. The last thing Isaac wanted was for Gwen to be banished from the pack that meant so much to her. Isaac pulled himself away from the glass wall, which took a large amount of mental effort to do, and texted Gwen as he walked to the Rec Room. HEY. ARE YOU STILL COMING? He shoved his phone into his pocket as he stepped into the Rec Room, his eyes searching for Valkyrie. He smiled at Jessie and Maggie as he passed, before sitting beside his Beta on the couch. Completely ignoring the no-feet-on-the-sofa rule -- well, he was half dog anyway -- he pulled his legs up beside him and turned to Val. "It's good to gave a break, isn't it?" he half-sighed. dawnchild delta interactions || Lucian, Nova, Cress, Alex tags || @~Dark.Disney.Triplet~, @IceQueen, @DANAsaur, @Misguided†Ghost Allison's grey coat rippled in the wind as she ran through the woods in her wolf form. Allison loved everything about being a werewolf; she loved the change, the running, the strength, the pack. The only thing she did not like was having to have two annoyingly terrible times of the month. Seriously? It's bad enough I have to have my period, now I can't control my change? she would think every full moon. Allison leaped over a large log. She and four of her pack members were on a hunting trip for Isaac, set on bringing back their kills for dinner for a few nights. The Dawnchild pack believed heavily in using the natural resources their special forest provided them, which meant hunting and killing their own food. They would also forage for berries and edible greens, and most of their drinking water was collected from the rain. The things they couldn't buy, they bought from the store in Chesterbury. A deep, rich scent filled Allison's wolf nose. Deer, she thought to the pack mind, using the mental communication channel to signal Lucian, Nova, Cress and Alex to the large animals. On my right. Lucian, Nova, do you wanna go in from this side? The rest of us should circle around to the other side. Allison was not an Alpha or Beta, but someone had to take charge in their hunting trips. How would they get anything done otherwise? black torch warriors delta nteractions || Keno, Joachim, Dia tags || @Tarieles, @Pasiphae Drew's mouth was coated in rich blood from the steak she had found in the fridge. Other werewolves preferred to touch on their human side by cooking their food, but Drew was very 'go big or go home' when it came to embracing her wolf side; she ate all of her meat completely rare, and usually in her wolf form, but it was difficult to read Game of Thrones fanfiction when you do not have thumbs to click on it with. She leaned against the kitchen bench and had just taken a large bite into her bloody steak when the brothers, Keno and Joachim, entered the room. She looked up, jerked her chin in a silent move of greeting, not caring that she probably looked quite frightening with her bloody mouth and the utterly blue steak in her hand. Though, Drew thought to herself, they should be used to it from you. The raw steak was probably not the boys' biggest grasp of attention, when she was wearing her fur vest made from the coat of a werewolf from some foreign pack she had killed a few years previously. Drew was utterly brutal, and she liked to flaunt it in her clothes and diet choices. Dia, one of the Betas, followed the boys in. Drew swallowed the raw meat and eagerly asked, "Dia, when am I going hunting next? I haven't killed anything in a week, which is why I'm eating this completely raw steak right now. Venison is way better than beef." Her British accent reverberated in the kitchen. The Black Torch Walkers operated on a hunting cycle, which was fair and all, but Drew hated when her packmates went hunting without her. She also usually lead the hunting expeditions -- if she was not in charge, she would leave and hunt on her own.