The Main River

Hook found himself by a small river, when he lost scent of the female that he was following. He was not a great tracker, but where-ever this female had gone, he now couldnt find her, he gave a small huff, shaking his coat once more. Instead he decided to call out.

"Lass?" he started a little softer than he had intended. "Lass, Where are you?" he continued as he paced up and down the river trying to catch a scent. "Oi, Captain!" he barked sharply. She was not his captain, he was his own. But she had still the title apparently.

He stopped after a while and his throat was now hoarse, he decided to have a small drink from the river, after that he felt a little sleepy and so he gave a small yawn and went to a nearby tree and slung into the crook of the huge roots that crawled across the forest floor.

"Oh darl, are you tired?"

As Hook had shut his eyes as he laid against the tree root, he heard a voice, and opened the electric blue eyes of his own, looking up to see the missing she-wolf he had been looking for. The sun gleamed down behind her and gave a beautiful glow over the she-wolf. A wicked grin took hold of his face. "Not anymore, love" he replied looking her up and down, as she held her stance tall and beautiful.

He rolled onto his back leaning into the tree as he looked up to her, giving a slight hum in his throat of anticipation of what was to come. "Avast me proud beauty!" he exclaimed, "I've sailed the seven seas love, and your the sleekest schooner i've ever sighted" he gave with an enticing wink to the female.

His eyes watched her dampened coat as small droplets of water glimmered along it. He kept his devilishly smug grin on his wickedly handsome face, staring up at her, comfortably from the crook of the tree. "I'm still yet to learn your name, love" he insisted as his words prodded the female for attention. His tail gave a gentle wag as he waited on her words, cunning blue eyes cast upon hers.

"Alvadia, darl. Though names never really matter anymore. Just call me captain..."

Hook gave a small smirk. Though he wasn't going to call her Captain or address her as that because she was not his captain, He was his own, and he held his own vessel. But he let it flow along for now, especially if it meant getting the treasure that lay under her fur.

"And you're my pretty little sailor."

He tilted his head at this remark. But took it aboard all the same. Her tone was seductive, hell even her laugh was. She whispered softly into his ear. By gods she was firing him up. She gave a lick across his nose, now she was staring down into his eyes as he laid upon his back mostly under her. Killian pawed gently at the feather than dangled from her ear, a playful growl erupted from the female, and he growled back. He rubbed his head across her chest, licking gently through her fur, grooming her.

Something though had given him a slight bad feeling about the female, like she was going to try and do something. Like take something from him, His gut feelings were most of the time complete and true, So he would keep himself alert to whether she was about to do any of these things to him.

He nuzzled her long legs beside him and then ran his tongue over the side of her cheek. Curling his tail around her hind leg, he pulled her in closer to him. "My, sweet, sweet, Alvadia" he remarked softly wrapping his paws gently around her neck, pulling her ear close as he spoke.

Hook felt her tail entwine with his own, his heart started to beat quicker as excitement started to build in him. Though still wary of the female on top of him, she was a pirate after all. And pirates couldn't be trusted, even He knew that, slightly sad not being able to trust ones own kind. But it didn't matter.

"Tell me Hook, where is your mighty fine ship?"

He exhaled sharply but deeply as she rubbed her head on his chest. It had been a long while since he had the pleasure of being with a lady. It was like heaven. He buried his face into her fur, licking, and nibbling lightly at her.

"I would love to see the pretty ship you sail the seas with..."

He looked at her, pulling back slightly.  "Unfortunately she is no way near here, Love" he sighed depressed at that fact, Thought that wasn't going to dampen his spirits, he licked at her neck, throat and chest working his way down slowly, smoothly. Lustful.

"Otherwise" he said between licks, "I would take my fair lady to it" he moved smoothy, but firmly, rolling her over onto her back now. He laid a moment resting his head upon her chest. "You are most beautiful, Alvadia" he said rubbing his head on her chest lovingly.

-Ahem if they are going to do it, lets just black out here lol-

-Fade out-

Killian rolled back over, onto his side and his back breathing heavily, panting as he did. He couldn't of been more satisfied than he felt, and exhausted and drained as he was. He gave a light chuckle glancing over to Alvadia. He gave a soft sigh. "That was most" he panted and licked at her ear.  "Most... Indulgent" he gave a light chuckle.

He continued to lay on the ground still breathing heavily. All the endorphins that ran through him were explosive. He sighed and laid his head on her chest. Smiling devilishly. "Unfortunately myself and the crew dropped anchor and we were ambushed by humans on land and were dropped off not far from here" he said pawing gently at her face.

"What is your story, my love?" he questioned his electric blue eyes upon her own. Oh how he had missed the company of the female kind. It was something he craved more often than he was able to receive. Before coming here, he could of had one each nigh as he pleased. But since being upon this island he was on his own. He had just ran into these wolves and met this striking she-wolf, even if she was a bit crazy.

Killian started to feel sleepy. His eyes becoming heavy and breathing slowed. He felt great but was now quite exhausted by the whole ordeal. He watched Alvadia as she seemed to be thinking laying under him, still leaning on her chest, he watched her eyes dreamily his own becoming hazy blue as he started to fade, fighting to keep his eyes open to hear her reply.

"Well, I..."

She started, his ears perking slightly but lazily so as she spoke. She paused, he wondered what she was stopping for now. He was mainly just curious, not after any attachment to the female, and no responsibility if anything was to occur from the event. She could of told him to stop after all, he would've stopped. Her attention had faded and he rolled his head across her chest lightly.

"You don't need to hear my story, darl."

He was not satisfied with her answer, he wanted to know. Her weak smile perhaps gave way that she had a dark past. Killian's tail thumped on the ground as she licked his nose. Enjoying her attention. She then got up, Killian slid from her chest gently laying his head between his paws on the ground. He was far too tired now to rise and move off like she had. He watched her on her shaky legs. He must of really given her a thorough going. He smirked lightly. Proud of his work. She moved just to the lake a few metres away, he heard her lapping at the water.

Killian rolled over to his back curling into the crook of the tree. His eyes closed, he started to drift into a sleep. He was completely relaxed, stress free and wholly satisfied. Now sleep took his frame. Hardly alert to his surroundings.

-

Lash nodded confidentally to Jamia. She was putting a lot on him, but Lash wasn't worried. They had a good group, and the prey was injured - easy. Lash knew he was the only technical hunter, but all wolves - Lash quickly amended that to all wild canines, and even dogs - could hunt. It was in their blood, their instinct. Lash didn't worry.

Lash took a careful cursory glance over the area. He quickly sniffed the air. Lash was still unsure about the island. Who knew what was hiding in the trees? Felicity always seemed worried, and she knew more than they did. For some reason she always declined to say what she knew. That irritated Lash: her knowledge could be the difference between their life and death.

Lash tried to focus again. They'd have to move fairly quick, as the deer, even injured, would try hard to escape. But they could chase it down, Lash wasn't worried about that.

He glanced over the others. "Ready?" He checked with them. Lash turned his gaze to the target, which hadn't seemed to notice the predators in the vicinity. Sloppy.

Lash tensed. He crept forward a few pawsteps. He took once last glance about and then all his focus was on the prey. Everything else was unimportant. It was the hunt.
"Go!"

Three days. Three days without wholesome food and fresh water. Three days and more since the maelstrom that ended his structured, simple life aboard the HMS Vautrin. It was not long before Vidocq fully realized that he was the sole survivor of the chaos of that night. On the first day, he regained consciousness in a small tidal pool, filled with starfish, and circled by imposing stones which seemed to have guarded him in his sleep. As soon as he could walk again, he had begun combing the beaches in search of the men he had served with, yet all he found were a few scattered paw prints. The lack of evidence was all the confirmation he required.

On the second day, he quit the beaches, knowing he would find nothing useful, and moved inland. Following the canids' trails was a simple matter then, though he chose not to make himself known until he had ascertained who exactly dwelt in these forests. By that evening, he knew enough, and contented himself with remaining hidden until morning. On the third day, he discovered the river, and, after ensuring no one was around, unceremoniously threw himself into the cool water. He attempted to fish, yet years of being fed rations and whatever other cargo his former crew seized had dulled his reflexes. Here, Vidocq could no longer rely on the intimidating nature of a ship, cannons ready and men roaring, to earn his daily meal. Embarrassed and frustrated, he felt much like a cripple, and resumed hiding nearby in case either of the two distinct groups he had observed visited the area.

His wait was not long at all. Soon enough, the sounds of what Vidocq assumed to be a hunt reached his ears; the piercing death-cry of whatever animal met its end translated to success. As if it knew there was freshly-killed prey in the area, his stomach rumbled in a sort of plea. The few bits of fruit he felt safe eating had done little to satisfy his hunger. Before he could even consider the pros and cons of begging, a shrill cry for help shattered his thoughts. He was on his feet and running down the shore immediately, driven equally by code of honor and his fear of what would happen if he did not at least attempt to intervene.

Once he spotted the 'man overboard', however, suspicion overrode alarm. He had covered this stretch of the river when he first found it, and knew the water was not altogether impossible for a wolf like the one he saw 'drowning' to navigate. He caught the flash of something green, a feather, the same color as a wild bird he had glimpsed the day before. She must have lived here a while to wear such a trinket, and must know the terrain. Her nearness to the recently-felled deer was all he needed to confirm his initial conjecture. Just as he confirmed this in an instant, so too did he come up with a plan that would benefit them both.

Thankful to be on the bank closest to the floundering she-wolf, Vidocq leapt into the water a few feet away, then paddled until he was close enough to speak and not be overheard. "I'm joining your act. Play along," he declared before gently taking hold of her scruff. While he was not strong enough to pull her to shore, his height allowed him to plant his hind legs firmly in the soft shale below and push them both into the shallows, where he released his hold. "Act two: half-drowned damsel and her weary rescuer appeal to the villagers for aid. Follow my lead." He spoke quickly and sharply, as was his habit when dictating a plan. If this worked, they had a good chance of being fed, and Vidocq could hopefully create a positive first impression.