Paws in the Night

((Date is April 4th to open to all heroes)

The shadow of the old wolf slid across the ground as he entered the camp. Moonlight shone into the tents of those that who slept inside, however Rama was not one of them. He was wide awake, having just arrived in camp from his incredibly long journey from the jungle of India. He was well aware he could be mistaken as some sort of spy of sort sneaking around in the night and being a new face in camp didn't help either. "Hello?" he whispered out into the night air. "I'm looking for my family, is anyone else wake?" Eventually he finally stopped in the center of camp, looking very lost.

Beshte was awake. But mostly because he was concerned, worried and upset. This war had taken a dark turn and he hated it. He was wandering among the tents, hoping to not bump into anyone’s tents while they slept. He gave a great sigh. How was he supposed to help though?

“Oh, hello,” he said, approaching the elder wolf, “I’m Beshte. I could help you look for your family if you want?” His ears flicked back slightly.

“You must be new,” he said, “I can show you around. What’s your name, sir?”

Beshte was not the only one who was wide awake and had heard Rama. Olaf was walking through camp concerned. He wanted so badly to help everyone and be everyone's friend. But, he couldn't even keep crescent and Elsa safe all the time. A promise that he had promised himself a long time ago.

But then he heard Rama. That poor creature, he lost his family? Well, Olaf was gonna do his best to be helpful in any way he could.

Olaf walked over to beshte and Rama. He gave a small smile to beshte. He didn't really know him or what his name was or anything. But, Olaf was sure he had seen him around camp at some point.

"Hi, there! My name is Olaf. What's yours? I would be happy to help you find your family as well if you want." Olaf said.

The old wolf let a relieved smile slide across his muzzle and he stopped at Beshte's words. "I'm Rama, of the Seeonee wolf pack. I'm looking for my mate Raksha and pups; Grey Brother and the man-cub Mowgli." He stated simply, before he jerked back at a odd creature who had suddenly appeared before them. Rama had never seen a snowman before-there was no winter or snow in the jungles of India. Yes, it did have its rainy seasons but other then that there was nothing.

"Olaf, just what are you?" He stammered, while yellow eyes blinked in confusion.

Much like the hippo and the snowman, Mega was wide awake as he had been patrolling the rows of tents. When he had heard Rama's voice, the former approached the little group on silent paws as he shook out his mane. "Beshte, Olaf." He greeted with a smile as his eyes reflected in the dim light cast by the torches dotted around the camp. "And uh-Rama, Right?" He stammered while addressing the older wolf, Mega surveyed him for a moment with a kind smile. "Everything going ok?" He directed the question squarely at Beshte.