|Femke|3 Years|Northern Pack|Alphess|
Femke, distracted by a stirring from behind her, took her eyes, for the first time, off of the newcomers and noticed Jakome at last deciding bulldoze his way in on the scene. After the harsh chewing out she had received from him last night about her decesion, Femke was miffed by his audacity this morning. Her ears twisted backwards slightly, and she made her glare be known to him as she watched him thoughtlessly barge in on a conversation that he surely disapproved of jut to introduce himself. Femke almost felt it to be sabotage, as if he was trying to ridicule everything she was attempting to do for the situation. Cross at this, Femke almost snapped at him, but decided against it only by her abounding patience. She might have been agitated by him, but it was not worth starting another fight over, especially with who was usually a trusted friend.
Breathing a calming sigh, she turned back to the pack as Xena questioned her decision to send Echo on a mission to get the herbs they needed. Such a question struck Femke. She hesitated to speak at it, and she hesitated so just long enough for Jakome to pick up for her. She turned to him, surprised at his honest answer. Was this his way of apologizing for last night? As her eyes slowly fell away from him, there was surely a quizzical quirk on her brow. "Jakome is right," she said, mindfully ignoring the trip he had taken on the fumbling end of his answer. "Echo will be swifter than us all, and Felle will mistake her age for weakness. He will not suspect that she will be anywhere but here, curled up in her den," she added, once again flicking an intrigued glance Jakome's way.
"Now, if no one has anything else to ask, I suggest you all try to--" Femke never got to finish her dismissal of the meeting before Jakome's voice rumbled tensely into her ear. She felt her own muscles clench tightly in her core, her head immediately snapping in the direction in which Jakome's stare was set on. Immediately, her hackles bristled dangerously, fear swiftly rushing over her. Fear, however, was something that Femke hid well. "Verdammt," she hissed before leaping back to address the newcomers. Now, however, her air was tense and commanding.
"Plans have changed!" she suddenly bellowed, just as Cobi's cry at the same observation as Jakome's pierced through the air. "The Southern Pack has been more ambitious than anticipated. They come to us now!" Now, Femke turned to look to Jakome. We must not let them reach the camp," and then she pressed her muzzle close into Echo's ear. "You know what to do," she whispered, closing her eyes. "Stay out of sight, be swift, and for God's sake, be careful." She gave a swift lick to Echo's cheek before suddenly bounding off the perch her pack was standing upon.
"Come, now, everyone! Do not fear the Southern Pack yet!" With that call, Femke desperately rushed off towards the oncoming Southerners. Her heart pounding, she sped far in front of the others, hardly aware of them in her intentness to reach Felle first. Ignoring the baking sun overheating her rushing body, Femke was heedless until she skidded to a stop in the dirt mere feet from her father's face. Her hackles were raised to their full height, her shoulders thrown forward and her ears pinned. She snarled at him, although her fear had her skin tingling. "How dare you come to my territory, Father! How dare you come here to take these dogs on my own territory!" This was shouted in her father's native tongue, for there had been a time when they had been so close that he had taught it to her.
|Roero|5 Years|Northern Pack|Spy|
Roero, barely managing not to flinch when Felle's beta turned his attention to him, turned his head away submissively. He could only close his almost trembling eyes at the male's threat, and he could only breath when he felt the male's focus come off of him. He was barely able to breath a sigh of relief before he flitted his nervous gaze to Felle. "Yes, Felle, of course," he complied as if, indeed, Felle were his alpha. He almost pondered over it, and surely he would have if he were not currently so stricken with terror. Scrambling out of Felle's way, he swiftly turned and began taking the proper way back down the mountain. Dezire would surely notice this.
Yipping every time he felt Felle's canines graze his heels, Roero was more than relieved to at last be on flat ground. At the same time, however, he felt like he should scream a warning to the top of his lungs to his still distant pack members--Echo, in specific.Fear, however, kept him silent, and he looked back, wincing, as he saw Felle standing above him on a rock and beaming in a most sinister way at his distant pack. When he turned back around, however, he was stunned to see almost everyone now rushing towards him. Tucking his tail, Yuri swiftly back away as he realized it was Femke who had a strong lead on the others, trying to hide to no avail as she at last skidded to a halt in front of Felle.
|Maroochy|3 Years|Southern Pack|Prisoner|
When Yuri answered her in his yelping cries, Maroochy had sense enough to trust the coward. She was convinced that he would not dare lie to her when terror seemed to pulse so greatly through his veins. She snarled when he asked if she would kill him. "Quiet." Then, she pressed her weight more squarely onto his chest, attempting to compress his lungs. 'You listen-um me," she demanded, placing her snarling face merely an inch from Yuri's. "You take me out dis place. You take-um me where I tell you go, eh?"
(( Ahahah, this post is messed up allover the place. But I really wanted to get this up before the rp died so... ))
