August 3

Solveig was settled with her side against one cracked and crumbly strange-shaped rock. Like for real, what were these even? She'd never seen stone shaped in this way before. Well, whatevs. The bitch kicked her hind legs out to the side and tucked one forepaw against her chest as she rested her chin on the rubbly ground. The nubbly nub of a right ear twitched as something tickled the sensitive fur sprouting from her inner ear and the untucked paw was swift to swipe at the area. Though unseen in the darkness by the female, a spindly legged spider was dragged from the fur and squished under paw as it was set back on the ground. Good riddance anyway. The trekk to their new home had tired Solveig out, and she had little energy to do anything else other than just lay there like a slug and stare around at her new surroundings. Tomorrow she would scout out the new territory, but for now. Lazy it is.

Miles was adventuring out, seeing what amusement would appear when noticing a fawn alone, with no mother aside to protect the poor thing. Sympathy was passed for only a moment before Miles made the easy kill. The gash on his shoulder slowed him down some, but this fawn was way too clumsy to escape his jaws. Well, it would of died anyways. The male struggled in taking the fawn back to the Vechnny, only to noticed the odd quietness of the place. He looked in the den and crevices between rocks and there was no one. Where did everyone go. Did he get ditched!? Only when he decided to look around the territory, with fawn in tow, did he notice the familiar scent of the male he just sparred the other day. So of course he followed it. And followd it. And where does it end? He finally took a break, ate a portion of the fawn to gain back some energy, and started off to find where they went. Mooch got lucky that no one seem to be interested in his meal for awhile until he realized he was being watched, by not one but at least five others. With the wuss he was, he certainly bailed, dropping the fawn and bolting away. No way he is going to risk his life of a stalking pack. Luckily, it only seem that the fawn had stalled them in their tracks. But that also meant, he lost the meal he was going to gift Vechnny. Dammit. Miles eventually...FINALLY...noticed the smell was getting stronger. He was pretty much dragging his paws forward, shoulder and ribs aching from the journey. Tongue was dangling out as he huffed a breath "I made it." Before plopping before them on his belly, not really considering that many others had yet to meet him. He was just so exhausted.

The sound of dragging paws preceded a male voice mumbling something-or-other and Solveig's head raised to find the owner of the disturbance. Her eyes were hard-set, brows pinched together and mouth set in a hard line as she gazed at the monochrome male that had dragged his way in and plopped down. What the shit? Lip raising at who she assumed to be an intruder, hackles bristling, the bitch grudgingly pushed herself to her paws and faced the canine with a lowered head and a deep gutteral growl reverbrating in her throat. "Who are you." she rumbled, the tone more of a command than a question. Just walk right on in why doncha?! Make yourself comfortable! LET ME FETCH YOUR SLIPPERS, EVEN. Rood. To make it even more clear that she did not take kindly to strangers encroaching so boldly on their territory (which is hilarious because that's exactly what she had done) she stalked stiff-leggedly a few steps toward him.

Miles lazily tilted his head toward the woman voice to narrow his eyes up to see who it was. No one he has yet to meet. But then again, the male had no ones name. Not even the one he fought with the other day. Sleepy smile stretch across his maw before spout out "Hi." is his husky voice. Of course he didn't forget his manners like SOMEONE he doesn't know the name of. "I'm Miles." He stayed put for the most part where he was, not really phased by the attitude of the lady. Actually it was rather soothing. Maybe it was because of the company he had. Now, GET ME THOSE SLIPPERS! CHOPCHOP. Even when she approached, he just laid there calmly while eyes curiously watched her like a suspense movie or tv show.

Solveig paused, frown deepening as another growl rolled out. Bold fella, to not even move as if she were only bluffing. "Well, Miles..." wait. Her nostrils flared, eyes narrowing further as she took in his scent as her gaze landed on the freshly torn ear. The evidence was strong. Plainly obvious, even. Zodiak's scent was dabbed on this male, as well as other faint Vechnyy traces that clung to the pelt of any pack member. The aggressive posture relaxed just a bit, her limbs loosening slightly as her hackles began to flatten. "I'm Solveig." she finally grumbled, lip twitching one last time before she let them down to cover those chompers. If Zodi had already dealt with this male, and he continued to hang about, he was obviously either a prospective member or already one. Honestly, she was glad there was no reason to nom this fella...she was too tired to want to deal with it.

<b>Mooch/Miles post got lost here, as the rp had been continued in Skype</b>

Miles' questioning of Sluzhit made Solveig automatically assume he was interested though she didn't care for the fact that he'd dodged her question. "Sluzhit is our second lowest rank...where we all begin. Only the Rab are lower..the slaves." Sol was beginning to wake up a bit more as interaction with this male continued. Her eyes scrutinized him again as once more she neared Miles with a head lowered to his level. This time, however, she was not sniffing. The female exploded toward him, teeth suddenly exposed and aiming for his muzzle. Her momentum would bull her forward whether or not she got ahold of him and the likelihood of her stomping all over him was great. Ignore my question will you?!

Well, guess he didn't have to ask what Rab was, but Zodi kind of filled him in on that anyways. With his exhaustion already taking a toll, he couldn't possibly predict the sudden outburst from the female. He only managed to get out an "Oh okay" before his eyes went wide in surprise and well, she easily got ahold of his muzzle. It was the momentum she put in that really hurt. His body was tense, eyes all teary, determined to find away to get away from this pain. He was not up for another fight. Not when he was just about ready to collapse into a deep sleep from exhaustion. So he just stayed their, soft whine escaping as he tried to speak. He exagerated a muffled noise of gibberish words, hoping to spike her curiousity of what he had to say. And well, if this tactic didn't work as plan to get her from releasing his muzzle, then maybe he would need to put exhaustion aside.

Solveig, having expected an attempt at defense or retaliation, was completely stunned by the lack of such. She stood towering over Miles, hard icy eyes glinting with a hint of confusion, as her jaws remained clamped over his muzzle. The female would apply just a little more pressure, not enough to cause damage, and press his face into the ground with a low growl before she would release him. The bitch remained nose to nose a moment, dominating position held, and then stepped to the side. She would face him, pinning the male with her gaze, and speak again. "So I'm to assume you are interested then.." Her voice would growl out.

Miles just waited, body tense as she kept her hold on his muzzle. He was too exhausted to make any sort of defense. Not only that, but sometimes he was just lazy. Only when pain became too much would he retaliate or defend himself. His face revealed a grim line across his muzzle as she finally released her hold for a only a moment before replacing with a soft smirk. "I wasn't done speaking." His words were meant to hint to her that he wasn't ignoring her, just needed something answered first before knowing where he stood with Vechnny. Of course, he has always been interested in the pack, but question was more towards whether or not he was in it. He readjusted his jaw a few times, to make sure nothing was damage and make her wait a little longer for his next words. "I am. But I also think I am in it." Confusion was clear in his voice. "This Zodi....he said I am Sluzhit." He has first thought it to be an insult, but he should of known it was a rank when Zodi was explaining Rab. Guess Miles was more worried over his injuries at the time to take notice of that males words.

Solveig's head inclined slightly at this revelation. Ah. "Then you would be one of us." She would grunt out. The bitch, more at ease now and ever more tired from her launch at him, let herself plop down right there. Now settled, her tongue flicked out to swipe over her muzzle, lip lifting a brief moment and exposing teeth before they were hidden away once again. This was good, yessiree. More blood flowing in the veins of Vechnyy made them stronger. Well...hopefully.

Miles just shrugged "I guess so." He wasn't expecting to be recruited in just like that after the sudden attack Zodi bestowed upon them. But this Rab, he was certain he wouldn't want to get himself there if the words of it being worse than death was true He had a low tolerance for pain, so that certainly was not an option. "Is Zodi the leader?" A clear sign that he has yet to meet the alphas. Head would lay back down, waiting for an answer as he made his self comfortable like nothing happened just moments before.

Solveig shook her head at his question. "No, he's our second in command...and truthfully I don't recall the name for it." They were all strange words, 'Our Alphas..or Tsar's and Tsarista as they are called..are Drakov, Vadimir, and Cinnema." She lowered her head to press her cheek against one forepaw and rest her chin on the ground. This fella was curious to say he least. No retaliation to her attack was unusual and had caught her off guard. He was definitely different and she wondered how he'd adjust to their lifestyle. Well, they weren't entirely heartless brutes anyway. Though the fight was a big part of the life that was only natural, and to further strengthen body and bond to the pack.

Miles nodded. "All of Vechnyy's rankings seem rather odd names." But then, he hasn't yet met the leaders. Once he did, perhaps then he would understand where they originate from. He was only threw off when realizing there was three leaders instead of two. This information only furthered his curiousity. How could the three possibly get along? Miles had a lot to learn, not just of the pack, but for himself as well. He needed to learn not to pause in a middle of a fight as he done with Zodi, and perhaps he shouldn't of let exhaustion taken him completely over to be defenseless against Sol. He had no problem really adjusting as of far, it was more of what he needed to be trained in to become more valuable to Vechnyy that he would have to work on. Before you know it, Miles was out like a light bulb. Poor guy tired from exhaustion. Hopefully Sol didn't mind his rude and sudden slumber.