Descent into the bowels of the earth, Johan finds the dens

[Johan]

A distressing howl awoke the leader of the Avaro pack. His black ears swivled in their sockets, in order to get the best reception of the call. His golden eyes widened at the words of his departing member, his one promising member whom he would have trusted dearly. She was going away, going away with her trecherous freind and that dispicable Arohkein freind of Kazuo's. He was left with only that egotistic pup whose task he hadn't a clue of, saying as Acka had left before he could reach her to speak, and learn of the daunting task she had given the little monster. He shrugged, depressed and alone he wandered off, towards the dens, place that would one day bring joy to his eyes but for now only hope, and hope would suffice.

Walking silently, shrouded in the mountain mists of spring, its waters condensing on his coat in thick beads, his golden eyes glowing in their careful scan of the moonlit sky, the pert ears swiveling at the slightest of sounds, the paws stepping over the most quiet of things in his efforts to be silent, the tattered tail hanging low to avoid the nervous twitches, a wolf approaches the precipice and gazes off the edge; gazes into the vast void in the earth’s crust, the great darkness beyond him. His claws twitch at the thought of falling, the accelerated tumble, with few footholds to traverse upon and even fewer resting places. He eyes the edge and then starts the decent.

He descends, his silhouetted form mixing with the shadows of the night. His paws struggle to find hold, grasping at nothing. His claws spread wide in effort to stop the already begun slide. Still finding no hold he slides faster, trying to slow the decent he shifts his weight to his hips, his hocks rubbed raw like his paws. A bloody trail is left in his wake. He begins to fret, jumbled thoughts tumble about in his mind, and wonders what the impact will bring to his sturdy body. Would it dash him to pieces?

His left front paw caches a crevice and his mind kicks into survival gear, swinging his weight into the limb, stopping the slide that could have lead to his doom. Ragged gasps escape his lungs; glad to be alive he takes a pause, surveys the bloody trail and smiles. A menacing sign to any intruder indeed, he thinks with a cynical smile. He begins again, much more careful this time, taking excess time to scan the rock walls and steps with even more care, not wishing to slide down the rest of the way.

He reaches a small shelf, just large enough for him to stand on and fully sturdy to hold his weight, and peers out. The distance from the bottom is not far at all. The golden eyes work in effort to estimate the expanse; they are lighted from within in the eagerness to be off the vertical sides. His muscles tense, his body going into a crouch, his front legs lowered the back legs tighten, his ears flatten to his skull, and he is prepared. He launches into the air, legs extended in the ecstasy of the flight. With a small thu-ump he lands, front legs first are dug into the sand, followed by his bloody hind legs. His tail floats down after him, gently unlike the beast to which it belongs.

He scopes out the area, the moon sits high now in the nighttime sky, lighting the entire crevice with its soft glow. There are many acceptable places to rest, especially for those with pups. The area is adequately protected, for any descending would be immediately spotted and going up to them is much easier than going down. A bubbling brook gurgles down the center of the area, causing the growth of small bushes like a miniature forest, complete with small trees, spongy moss, and lush grass. There is little pups can find to hurt themselves with, even the brook is to shallow for the wandering pup to drown in. Farther down the crack, towards the north of the mountain, a waterfall roars downward with a basin well large enough for two large adult wolves to lounge in and more if they are crammed together. He imagines a small pup, on his first journey out of the birthing den, chasing a little green frog through the warm waters of the brook, its paws muddied and stirring up the mud in the water, its muzzle wet as it pounces in the water and is splashed in the face. This is a good den area in his eyes.

Johan smiles and walks around, feeling the springy turf under his ragged paws, soothed by the serenity of the area which from above looks like such a jagged rift in the earth. He limps toward a tree, cheerful even in the darkness of night, and settles beneath its knarled roots, finding it an acceptable den. He looks out, to the stars, and dozes off, a peaceful expression upon his face.

[Kazuo]

”Johan, come to my lands. There is something of yours here.”

[Johan]

Johan sleapt peacefully, his sleep uninterupted with violent images of his favored sibling drowning. He moved not in his sleep and smiled ever so serenly. He was very comfortable under the tree, with ample room for another to fit in quite comfortably. He twitched when the dreadful message of his siter came through the air, twisting his dreamlessness into nightmares.

He was on ice, a river of ice. Ra'an stood beside him, by his side, and the other two, Kazuo and Daedan stood across from them. Kazuo let out a throaty growl. Daedan made some demented noise of terror, he roared, and Ra'an charged. Ra'an fell through the ice and disapeared, just like tha. He lunged forward to get her, but Kazuo met him and Daedan sat over the hole, blocking her escape. He struggled, Kazuo's raspy laugh rining in his ears, the howl of Ra;an fading into the waters of the river and the minds of those above...

Johan awoke with a start, banging his head on a tree root and yelping with the sudden pain. Some wolfess was howling for him. Well he wouldn't be coming to them. His feet still hurt from that nasty decent. Instead they had better get down there to him, or else they'd meet a grumpy pirate indeed. He howled, a short, gruff message telling them to come and to be careful doing it. Even though it might be hard to get down here these were the dens after all and they might as well find them now as any time else.

Johan slide out of his den and streched, his back kinked from curling up in a ball. He stood and walked to the water, lapping some up with his grey tongue. He walked to the end and stuck a paw in. Buurrrr he thought. It was much too cold to swim in yet. He laid down in the sun, his eyes affixed on the only side they could descend and awited their arrival. He was, after all, alone in his pack.

[Hazy]

As a lithe fae came to the area from which the howl was called and described, her golden ops scanned the jagged crest. Cautiously, the vengeful femme stepped to the edge, legs stiffly poised in a subconscious fear of falling. It was black. Dark, and menacing…the way she liked it…but not going down a hazardous trail. There seemed to be no trail really. Inhaled deeply, she began downwards. The slope was uneven, loose soil in many parts, and you had to search for footholds. She, like the Alpha that had journeyed down, slipped in and out of the shadows cast by the sun and terra. The day seemed serene almost; the occasional twitter of an bird somewhere was relaxing.

The light sound of debris rolling down the side caught her attention. Looking to her left, she saw a bloody trail going down. Wondering what happenstance could have occurred for a lupe to bleed so, she also wondered if it was the Alpha. Looking down, she noticed that she was only half way down. Having lost her concentration, she slid forward as she peered. Instantly her toes spread apart and her legs stiffened. She leaned back to slow the fall, but gravity had attacked.

She slid rapidly down, covering ground speedily. She was moving her paws in a prancy sort of motion, the way you would see a dog or wolf go down a mountain actually or in a cartoon movie perhaps. However, this didn’t help anything. Her heart pounded, and for a moment she filled with dread. Would she die here in a pit of the earth, and never sink her fangs into Maui? That determination made her endeavor rise. Slinging her body around, her face and head were now towards the top and her tail was facing the way down. She pressed her legs down, moving her weight to her paws. Her body was low to the ground and she slowed to a stop.

Her eyes were squelched shut, but as her body stopped moving, she opened them. An elated and vindictively conquering grin came to her mug. Now she would live to kill Maui. She snorted, ridding her nostrils of the bits of dirt that had found their way in there. Bits still tinkered their way by, but she was fine now. Straddling her legs and side-winding her way down, she found Johan. A little shaken, she walked to the edge of the waters and lapped a few mouthfulls up.

Looking to the brute larger than her, she surveyed him a moment. Rugged, but not in a bad way. She lay down, paws in front of her and back legs tucked under, head erect. "Here I am."

[Johan]

Johan, hypocrite that he was, scoffed as the new fae slid haphazardly down the wall, a slight frown on his face. To be of the shadows and suffecently able to spy she should be more careful, he thought, oblivious to his own tumultuous decent. He stood as she approached. Evidently she wasn't all that satisfied with his swarthyness. He could change that. Being muscular doesn't mean I'm not good at what I do, he thought with a turn in his emotions. No longer was he dissastisfied, for here was a new member to recruit, for that was what it seemed that she wanted, and he had to give in a little to get a little after all.

The fae plopped uncerimoniuously down as he rose to his own paws. Here I am, she said, her voice somewhat weary. She had, after all, just slid down the most vertical face of earth that could be wolvenly scaled. He smiled.

G'day, lassie. Me name's Johan, and I am the capitain of this here pack, the Avaro. I thinks that you are a wantin' into me crew. That would make you me only matey, asides from that over-confident scaliwag with the long title. I have a task fer ya, go to the owner of that howl that just roared for me, and bring me the tidings of her words. If ye need reinforcements, howl and I'll be there, though she din't sound all that murderous to me. Almost happy in fact. Report to me right here, ASAP.

With a cunning grin he laid back down again. If she can perform her task and return unscathed I'll accept her. This one don't seem all that dangerous, though when that foul Kazuo is happy the world might as well be on the brink of destruction, he thought, his eyes focused on nothing particular. He would just wait and see.

[Hazy]

Hazy raised her brow slightly as she noted the frown on the brute’s face as she was sliding. Her gaze shot to his back legs but for only a moment. He stood, though she remained on the ground, throwing her head upwards to see and listen to him. However, he smiled at her words, and this pleased the fae. His words were quite unexpected, very piratey in their ways…actually; it had to be pirate lingo. She let him finish speaking before she spoke. He gave her a task and then sat back down. “Well it is nice to meet you Lord…or should I say, Captain Johan of Avaro. A pleasure I’m sure.” She raised a brow as he spoke of another member, perhaps a cocky one. She grinned inwardly; Let that wolf meet me and try to be cocky. She thought.

She cast a wayward look at the wall that she just had tackled, and now she had to go up it. Well, going up may be easier… She thought and then berated herself. She rose and shook, and began to set off. Turning around with her left fore paw lifted off the ground, she gave a devious grin to Johan over her fluffed shoulder. “By the way, I’m Hazy. Nice pirate lingo, Captain.” She winked and began to work her way up the cliff.

She staggered at first, but as she further stiffened her legs and she made it to the top, panting slightly. Looking back down, she whipped her banner in the breeze that met her, and was gone into nothingness.

~Hazy has left~

[Johan]

(OCC: Wow, that last post was piratey,lol)

Johan gave her a stern grin. This may seem like the impossible, for two contradictory actions to take place in one action, but they did so. THis grin showed only an expression, it wasn't large and goofy, nor was it small and ominous. It was just an expression to take up the blnk one that would have fallen readily in its place. This look was intended to make the seer think, and think they would have to to figure it out.

He watched her ascend, for it is always easier to climb than to decend. With one's hindquarter's high in the air it is hard to aviod flipping over, sliding, or simply being inconspicuous that one's rear is in such an unwarranted place. While ascending however, the body is in the normal pose, front side up. ALso, Johan found it easier to pulls his weight rather than brace against it.

The steel blue fellow watched her acend and then stood, his legs once bloody now covered in an assortment in other filth he picked up on his small travels down here. He wlaked over to the water and then leap into it like a pup, his face breaking out into a rare grin of enjoyment. He splashes around as Hazy makes her way back...

(OCC: Wow, that post like... sucked. Sorry! I'll bulk it up later, if need be, but no worries, you can still post. I'll just change what he thinks or something...)

[Hazy]

Hazy struggled to where the Alpha brute last was. The sun shone behind her, silhouetting the form of a wolf dragging another. She looked down into the crevasse of the earth, and saw the Alpha male. Tired, she dropped the limp form to the ground and the dead male landed with a sickening ’THAWUMP’ sound. She looked down at him. “I don’t even know his name, and I’m dragging his battered body to his home lands. She thought. This was gross. The body was slightly deteriorating already.

Looking down, she flicked her tassle. She wasn’t going down there again, much less with a corpse. However, the water looked so refreshing after the rancid taste and smell…she stepped forward to the edge of the chasm. “Lord Johan, I’ve returned from Kazuo’s lands. With the gift she had in store for you.” She shook, exhausted from the whole ordeal of dragging a body what seemed half way across the world.

But now, what would happen?

[Johan]

{OOC:OMG! I had written a post out for Johan a while back, but never posted it!!!!!! I thought that I had! So sorry!!!!!!! *eep!*}

The swarthy wolven splashed about in the deeper water, his eyes shining with glee. Ah, it’s been such a long time since I’ve been in water. A long time, he thought sadly. The last time he’d been in water was the day, the very hour that his sister drowned at the hand of her eldest sibling, Daedan. He snarled internally at the very thought of it. He’d sworn to kill that bastard the next time he saw him, and he was not about to break that promise.

The blue fellow rolled about in the water, his feet thrashing the air as his body wriggled in the warm liquid. The water infiltrated his coat, cleansing the skin that long ago dried and cracked in the searing sun, chapped in the cold of winter, and bitten by the bugs of spring. Fall offered little for the skin other than a time of healing. The cleansing, rejuvenating liquid collected in his undercoat, washing away the few fleas that had chosen to reside there. He rolled over, onto his stomach, his back dripping with mud and staining his coat.

Johan looks up as the sound of a lovely voice wisps down the earth and into the pit. He looks up when the first syllable reaches his ear and a childish grin is plastered on his face. This grin soon melts into a frown of concern at her words, or what he caught of them anyways. His ears flatten, though drooping already with the mud they’ve accumulated in his fun. Mud drips from his muzzle and lands on the ground with a sloppy PLOP! His yellow eyes look up the side of the wall, and then back down to his mud-clad feet. He looked back up to her.

There is no way that I’ll be climbing up there right now. She’ll just have to come down here with whatever she has. That’s that. These are the dens after all… He barked to her in his loudest voice. Though it was rough the words were audible from very long distances. “Hazy, you’d best come down here. I must be ensured of your ability to do so. The dens are down here after all. “ he said, a mischievous grin again on his face. He was the alpha, and she would come down here or face his wrath… once he could get up there.

He looked and from his lower vantage could easily see a very marked path. He caught her eyes and indicated the path. It was clearly visible to him. If need be he could simply point it out to her as she went.

(OOC: So SORRY!!!!!!)

[Hazy]

Hazy looked down at the dirtied Alpha with a foolish grin. To say the least, he didn’t look so tough from this vantage and his own placing. The foolish grin faded, and his ears drooped. She rolled her eyes, only imaging what he was going to ask her to do. Go down of course. She glowered down to him, not that he’d be able to see with the sun behind her. Ha, ha, ha. “Of course, Lord Johan, though it doesn’t excite me to do so. But I caution you, your gift comes first, as it will hinder my decent if I carry it with me.” She said, for it was apparent that he couldn’t yet tell what package she had lugged, and she wouldn’t want to spoil a surprise now would she?

No. So, she picked up the dead brute and tilted her head to the left and with a firm and swift jerk, tossed her head to the right and opened her jaws, sending the corpse down the slope, rolling along and buffeting in the most painful looking ways. Only once the young black lupe had reached the bottom did Hazy begin downwards, towards Johan and the now dusty and bloody lump of fur. She had less trouble than the first time, and soon made it down. She strode meaningfully towards the Alpha and then stopped before him. She tipped her head down and then looked to the lump.

“That is your gift.” She looked back at him. “And here I am.”

[Johan]

Johan's eyebrows rose when she mentioned a gift. Seconds before he could ask what it was it came tumbling down in a most gruesome manner towards him with frightenting speed. His eyes widened as he made out what it was: the body of that good-for-nothing, cocky brute. He snorted, wondering how the fellow had managed to die on the lands of his sister. Why had the brainless brute waltzed across the most dangerous territory he could find? Was he so dumb as to look for trouble? Johan noted the decent of the corpse... It was headed right for him!

With a yelp that sounded not so manly he leapt out of his mud haven and dashed/slid/threw-his-weight away from his mud pit. His claws had absolutly no traction in the gooey mud and so he slid, his back end slamed to the ground to halt his increasing loss of balance, but to no vail. He tipped over, face first, with a loud THUD! Imeadiatly his face was engulfed in water, his ears and all. Raoring in fury he leapt from the water like a demented monster being born and shook violently, his muddy ears sending the most fould water known to wolvenkind in all directions.

After this hummiliating defeat he glowered as Hazy made her way across the land easily, with no mishaps. Great. Now I, the leader of this here pack of one, look like the biggest idiot to walk upon the earth. Just great . He frowned, as she laughingly mentioned the so called "gift". Was that demented sister of his really out of her mind so much as to give him that as a present. Well, he'd just have to do better. But not now. Now he had to deal with other things, like his beaten-to-a-bloody-pulp ego.

Ah, back already. Thaks for the, err, said gift. really now, you musn't give me such things... thats gross. how was your tripp? Isn't me sister such a darlin' wench? I have to admit, I hate her so much I almost love her. Almost. What do you think we should do to get back at her? That cannot go un-repaid.

His eyes glowed with a devious light and a grin that one would expect upon the face of a plotting pup appeared on his maw. Mud dripped from his drooping ears, which made him look rather like a bat because they stuck out when he shook and stayed there, much to his dismay, and added to his look. Ah yes, what shall we do. I'll see what she suggests. I was never any good at this trick game...

[Hazy]

Hazy smirked lightly as Johan yelped in a very high pitched and squeaky manner as he scurried out of the way. She winced as his crania became submerged, then he came up, and it was like from a horror movie…if the wolves had seen horror movies. She dipped her head to him as he spoke. “I am M’lord. My apologies, and she is definitely…definitely not what I expected. As for what we should do, I’d first like to say that does this mean I am accepted? Secondly, perhaps we should hold a raid on her lands. Granted there are only two of us, but she was the only one on her lands.” She suggested with a smirk.

[Johan]

Johan, his ears droping now with the weight of the water and mud, much to his annoyance, acknowledged the dipping of his new pack-mate's head as she approached him. He was much more satisfied with her than that cocky runt that now inhabited his lands as a corpse, and for the fact that she inteded to stay she beat out that lovely Acka wolfess too. He dipped his soggy head in return, his ears flapping. He glared at them, ,but could do nothing aside from shaking, and that wouldn't make his new member all too happy. He decided to shake.

Johan shook, his fur sticking out at all sorts of unnatural angles and making him look like some sort of demented porcubine on steriods. He grinned after he finished spraying her with the water from his pelt, some of which was more mud than water. He then grinned at her, a sly grin that lit up his face in its happy radiance (it was sly because he was, after all, being a bad boy and getting her all wet). He then laughed when she stated that his sister was not at all what she had expected. That's Kazuo all right!

Well, ye are now accepted into the Avaro pack. I am your Alpha and so ye will follow me command or be smited by me anger, which is not seomthing most want to endure. I shall accept ye as subordiante for now, for I much discover the buried secrets of yer talents. He cocked his head, eyeing her, before he continued, I like the idea of a raid. Also we shall deliver to her this here corpse, which doesn't make for a good decoration. Its kinda depressing really...What would our raid be composed of? What could we two do to her that would be payback for what she did to us, killing our member, no matter how little we liked him? What do you propose? Let us delve into yer way of thinking, so that i may see what intellect you posess and so what rank ye may hold. He sat down, and awaits her reply...

[Hazy]

((OOC: LOL. Demented porcupine on steroids!!!! *dies*))BIC:

Hazy grinned as he dipped his head in return to her, ears flopping about. However, he unexpectantly shook, sending the nasty muck everywhere, including her. She closed her orbs and swiftly turned her head to the side, her neck getting more of the gunk than her face. When he was done, she slowly turned back. “Well, thank you for that simply lovely shower Lord Johan.” She said sarcastically and emphasizing the word ‘lovely’.

She chuckled at his grin and smiled despite herself. She proudly lifted her head and tassle, though of course making sure not to top that of Johan’s) when he stated that she was now accepted into the Avaro pack. She grinned at some of his words. “I am your Alpha and so ye will follow me command or be smited by me anger, which is not something most want to endure.” Smitten. She thought, but decided not to cross him…yet. Subordinate suited her fine, so long she was accepted into the pack and was not Omega.

She was glad that he liked her idea, but now the harder thinking. How to go about it? She thought hard, her head cocked to the side and very tip of her tassle flicking every once in a while. When her yellow orbs once more looked to her leader, she had devised a plan. “Firstly, sure, we may drag this wolf back, but I am not doing it. He dragged himself there once, and I dragged him back. I don’t think that he is going to be doing any more moving about himself, and I certainly don’t want to.” She had positively hated the trip back to the Avaro lands. Her journey was much slower with the ragtag body that she had to drag. Not only that, but the taste and scent of death had been overwhelming, but she continued on.

“Though I am saddened that I couldn’t meet this one that may have been a good pack mate and fellow loyal Avaro. However, I cannot dwell on this or cry…I didn’t even know the fellow and besides, there are more important matters at paw to me right now.” Hmm, that sounded some what harsh. Oh well, what was said was said, and perhaps the Alpha would understand what she meant without thinking her completely heartless. Continuing on with the raid plans though. “It would be composed of us, of course. As for what would we do? Well…I wouldn’t say kill her in return…I don’t think I wish that upon her soul yet, and may it never come to that. But, if I scented no others upon the land, that means we could overpower her. Sure she is larger than both you and I, and a little intimidating upon first glance, I must admit, it doesn’t mean that the fae is invincible! Give her a nice beating and leave her there?” Geez, there goes Hazy with that harsh stuff again! What was up with her today? Her blood was really pumping!

“Or, simply raid. The basic destruction of land and/or harming of others, you know enough to get the point across that you, or rather we, were absolutely NOT happy with what occurred. But, these are my thoughts on the matter…they would be better, had more loners come to this awesome place.” Hazy said and then reclined onto her haunches. She felt rather tired actually, she hadn’t slept since she had first visited Johan’s lands…and now the sun was rising on the second day. She felt her eyelids droop, but she forced them back up for she wanted to hear Johan’s response…and wanted to actually know what he was saying. She decided to throw in another suggestion before he spoke. “But perhaps we rest and fed first, so that we can be full strength when he go, M’lord.” She said, her body aching and crying out for sleep and food and water. But, she would wait. She would wait.

((OOC: Who-ha! Fear the Hazy post of gigantimus quantities!!!!! *blinks* Aherm, well yes, you must excuse me...for it is 1:43 am and I am having a slight sugar rush at the moment, but it is all GREAT!!!!))

[Johan]

((OOC: Great post!!!! Bigger is always better you know! I have to admit that mine before that was somewhat lacking, but now it really looks bad, lol! Excellent work! Her personality showed through and it was AWESOME! Keep it up! And about the porcupine, they make me laugh!))

((Going back for a bit)) Johan finished his shaking and smiled to his newest pack mate with a naughty-boy grin. She remarked quite excellently upon his newest form of grooming and he laughed a robust laugh that clearly showed his approval. I really am starting to like this gal , he thought, a wry grin upon his maw. He then spoke and ranted and whatever else one may wish to call it.: I like the idea of a raid. Also we shall deliver to her this here corpse, which doesn't make for a good decoration. It’s kinda depressing really...What would our raid be composed of? What could we two do to her that would be payback for what she did to us, killing our member, no matter how little we liked him? What do you propose? Let us delve into yer way of thinking, so that i may see what intellect you possess and so what rank ye may hold . He nodded when she heightened herself, making her look ever more regal and beautiful, all in ordinance to his words. He then sat and looked in interest to her yellow eyes when she began to speak, meeting them with his own ((I’ve gotta check the color but I think its)) pale gold eyes.

“Firstly, sure, we may drag this wolf back, but I am not doing it. He dragged himself there once, and I dragged him back. I don’t think that he is going to be doing any more moving about himself, and I certainly don’t want to.” Though I am saddened that I couldn’t meet this one that may have been a good pack mate and fellow loyal Avaro. However, I cannot dwell on this or cry…I didn’t even know the fellow and besides, there are more important matters at paw to me right now.

He listened, laughing at the bit about that cocky punk OLF saying, with a chuckle, “ Don’t worry about not getting to know him. He was an arrogant, good-for-nothing runt who was too big for his ((britches)) pelt. I will gladly drag his decomposin’ ass to the lands of Kazuo to befoul them. I will stop at nothing to irritate that wench. Continue telling your ideas, and so she did.

“It would be composed of us, of course. As for what would we do? Well…I wouldn’t say kill her in return…I don’t think I wish that upon her soul yet, and may it never come to that. But, if I scented no others upon the land, that means we could overpower her. Sure she is larger than both you and I, and a little intimidating upon first glance, I must admit, it doesn’t mean that the fae is invincible! Give her a nice beating and leave her there? Or, simply raid. The basic destruction of land and/or harming of others, you know enough to get the point across that you, or rather we, were absolutely NOT happy with what occurred. But, these are my thoughts on the matter…they would be better, had more loners come to this awesome place. But perhaps we rest and fed first, so that we can be full strength when he go, M’lord.

He nodded, understanding where she was drawing her ideas. What else was a raid after all? A time to plunder the treasures of others, and right now the only treasure his sister possessed was her land. But that would soon be changing with the cruelty and torture they were about to inflict upon the lands. But then his own lands might become victim… We can take her on if she enters our lands and attempts to destroy them! What can she do to a forest and such? Burn down the trees? Phuh! If only! he thought in their defense. He was not a defensive strategist anyways… he was offense.

Yes, indeed, we shall need to rest, or ye should anyways, to regain your full strength. We shall need it against Kazuo. I do not wish to kill my… opposing Alpha, but torturing her is a very good idea. I couldn’t have thought of a better idea meself. I guess that is why me pack, and yers too, will get along better than the others in life… we’ll have new ideas whilst they have the same kinds of ‘em. I too have scented no new others intruding upon her lands wishing for acceptance. Perhaps this too is in our favor? I and she are evenly matched, so yes, the both of us could overpower her easily. Easily we could overtake her and hurt her. About the land… what can we do to a swamp? Divert the water flow? That doesn’t seem too damaging to me…And yes, these are the most awesome lands of the area. I agree.

He spoke those last words with a smile, his eyes somewhat squinted in its cuteness. He wasn’t really sure about what they could do with the land problem. Her lands were, after all, mainly wetlands and he couldn’t think of much that could be done to inflict harm upon them. He did know, however, what rank he was going to put Hazy in. He wasn’t sure if she deserved the chief rank of its holding, the Msrauder, but for now she would be the senior wolfess anyways and so it didn’t really matter anyways. Not to mention she was the only other wolf in his pack at the moment…

((OCC: This is the first time I’ve ever actually quoted what another wolf said in my post… it’s weird! This post wasn’t much better than my last… *tear*, but it is colorful!))

(((OCC: hoot! Kazuo is out of her lands! What a fun time they will have wrecking the place!)))