Till the Clutches of Death Come~Semi-Lit, Accepting.

[CaliDutchess]

Rodley replied, "I don't know who your enemies are, but smell me. I have had no contact with any wolves for a while. I'm neither an enemy or spy." He wanted nothing more than to show the Alphess that he really did mean no harm, for now anyways. There would probably be a conflict later on, but he was acting respectful for now.

[Fat Unicorn]

((I was wondering if TRM would comment on it, but obviously not. X,D
I actually cracked myself up writing that post.))

A howl sounded nearby, but Judaric almost took no notice. It sounded familiar... "Tala?"

Ravarica stepped forward, still eying Hellfire incase the she-wolf decided to attack and the blood-covered Alphess smelt Rodley once, then stepped back. "What if you've cleansed the scent off your pelt... though there is no visible nor smellable traces of herbs..."

[MusicalMoony]

Tala's ears pricked up. "Judaric? Where are you? I don't know how I got here or anything... I don't even know where 'here' is!" she cried. "How do I reach you?" She was beginning to pace, the first sign she showed when stressed.

[CaliDutchess]

Rodley added in, "Plus, if this is your territory, you should know that there is no pack in the direction I came from. I traveled about two miles before I got here." Even though he hated it, he had to admit that this female was smart. No wonder she was Alphess.

[Fat Unicorn]

"There is another pack, if you haven't noticed, loner.... called the White Kizi." jeers rose up like wildfire as Ravarica uttered the pack name. Hatred shone in the pack's eyes, they were born, raised and lived to destroy that ... that.... pack of ground-crawling leeches.

The voice seemed to come from beside the log, but Judaric wasn't exactly sure. "Is there a fallen log near you?"

[MusicalMoony]

Tala glanced around... "No. Wait- I can see one less than a mile off... In the names of Tor anf Fenris, I didn't know I sleepwalked..." She began trotting towards the log, her nose on the ground to locate any other wolf's scent.

[CaliDutchess]

Rodley thought for a second before replying, "Really? I didn't see any other wolves, let alone a pack. It seems like you and your pack hate this White Kizi group. They sound like pathetic pups trying to play grown-up. Judging by your fighting skills I've just seen, I'm surprised you and your pack haven't ripped out their throats yet." This was a strong pack, and it was perfect for him. If White Kizi was the only other pack, then he'd have no problem choosing between the two.

[Fat Unicorn]

Judaric approached the log at a padding pace, not very sure of how Tala ended up there. It was suspicious after all, if she'd walked there then suddenly didn't know where she was inside White Kizi territory. Unlesss.....?

Ravarica approached so she was might touching his nose with hers. "And you know why? Because they are our blood-relatives. Or at least, me and Judaric, their perfect little prancy Alpha are. But bascially, we are-the-same."

[MusicalMoony]

Tala wasn't as afraid as she thought she would be. Yes, she was lost. Yes, she was alone. Yes, she had enemies. But if Judaric was only a few minutes' walk away, so would the pack territory, and Nova, and Delano, and everyone else...

[CaliDutchess]

Rodley didn't back away, or run away for that matter. Instead, he calmly replied, "Well it's apparent that you definitely are the stronger pack. You don't speak with fear or uncertainty about them. I'm guessing your pack and theirs have a long, long history. Are there any other packs or groups?"