In Fenrir's Shadow ~ Wolf Rp ~ Need members!

[vaska]

Farror nodded "Yeah, I honestly don't want any more injuries, though i'd love to tear him to pieces." she told him with a chuckle walking forward.

[Diablerie]

Faron

I growled under my breath and trudged after the two wolves, my ears pinned against my head. Why should she respect him? Because he's the alpha of this pack and this is our territory, that's why. When she growled that bit about Saemund I barely held myself back from lunging at her back. She had no right...

[PolarizedVertigo]

Annabelle
she sighed and watched them walk off, she turned around and went to her den.

Fable
she watched quietly and stayed there, sitting.

[vaska]

Farror Walked forward her tail swayed back and fourth she saw another rabbit she pounced and got it just barely.

[galiegirl]

Memory frowned and came to a stop as the reached the end of territory or well he thought it was. "Faron is this the end," he asks turning to her and seeing her mad expression. He sighed and bowed his head to Farrr. "Good bye." He went back to Faron's side and dropped his head. "Are you mad?"

[Diablerie]

Faron

I watched the fae's back until she disappeared past the border. "I don't like it..." I glanced over at Memory. "She--she didn't pay for what she said to Saemund, or for taking our prey." I twitched my ears. "I guess im old fashioned but I don't like loners thinking they can just prance onto our territory and take our kills and challenge our alphas and screw up our pack. We're supposed to be proud, and protect our honor, and defeat our enemies, not let them sulk off into the brush to return another day. I--I don't like it at all." But did I want her to die? I shut my mouth realizing what I was saying. I didn't want her to pay with her life, but what did I want? Did I want her to be beaten and broken so that we never have to worry about her again in the least bit? No. I didn't want that--no decent wolf could want that. Still, the uneasiness settled in my gut and I turned away from the direction the loner had departed. "You were too kind to her," I said quietly, turning away and darting through the brush, away from Memory. I needed to think. As I increased the distance between me and the others, I tried to make sense of it all. We're not beasts, or barbarians... The wind rushed through my pelt and twigs caught in my fur but I kept on until I reached a small field. There I sat down, curling my tail around my paws to gaze out across the newly sprouting grass. A weak pack is made of weak wolves. And I would not have either.

[vaska]

Farror made it to her den though it looked like a stone.. She moved the stone to show a hole she used to sleep in it just protected her from weather really, she sighed and licked her paw that hurt she looked at all the squirrels pass by for some reason she ate rabbit but loved to play with squirrels.

[Diablerie]

Orion

His pelt prickled as he neared the border of the pack. The brute's shoulder's were tensed, and his powerful frame was tight, his muscles clenching to mirror his uneasiness. With a growl, he marked just next to the pack marking, but on the wild side of the border. Golden eyes shining, almost humorous yet not, he turned back from the direction he came, moving surprisingly quietly and lightly to blend into the shadows of the wood. As he ran, his ears twitched at the chatter of squirrels nearby. Shaking his head he quickened his pace, but slowed again as his stomach gave a low rumble. Squirrels were barely prey, yet it had been a while since he had had any good sport, and squirrel chasing would keep him fit despite their small yield. Quickly, he altered his course and swerved to follow the sound.

[vaska]

Farror smiled as a few squirrels gave her little acorns she nibbled each one "mmm that one was good!" She exclaimed buying them to go home "but you need to go home, it's a bad time.to be out." She whispered bringing her head to rest on her paws.

[Diablerie]

Orion

He raised his snout and inhaled deeply. The squirrels had calmed his stomach but now he smelled another scent on the wind. A scent of a wolf--a fae. His lips drew back into a rare smile and he lowered his head to inhale the scents mingling with the dirt. His muzzle was slightly bloody and he licked it clean, raising his head to gaze upwards. He closed his eyes and let out a low howl, deep and powerful, but almost mournful. And then he waited.