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N I G H T F I R E
( β ) - ( Border Collie/Siberian Husky mix ) - ( Beta ) - ( SkyPack ) - ( 30 moons old ) - ( Apprentice: Lupinpaw ) - ( Asexual ) - ( No romance ) - ( Tags: Quickleap, Foxpaw, Creambloom, Blackrose )
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By the time she'd made her second trip around the northern corner of SkyPack territory, she still hadn't seen Blackrose - or anyone else, for that matter. She'd assumed she should keep searching, since Quickleap hadn't given a signal he'd found anything, but, once she saw that same forked tree for the third time, she grew impatient. Spinning on her paws, she redirected her brisk trot towards the northern portion, where Quickleap supposedly was. As she trotted at an impressive pace, considering how dark it had become and how much she'd run already, she wondered if he'd encountered that odd scent she'd whiffed earlier in the evening. It's possible he didn't feel it was important enough to ask for help with. Perhaps I should've specified. Making a note to herself, she increased her speed.
A familiar scent confirmed her suspicion that she'd been searching in the wrong area. Just as she anticipated, she spotted Blackrose as she stepped out from a patch of shrubbery. "Blackrose. Your presence is requested -"
She cut off as she noticed the vibrant red shape ahead. Instantly, an old hatred in her was reawakened. Her brow furrowed the slightest bit as she approached, where Creambloom and Quickleap were already examining the outsider who, upon closer inspection, was quite young. Her young age and painfully obvious fear made something in Nightfire soften, but not enough for her to not want to bowl her over for having the audacity to intrude SkyPack territory. She waited a few seconds for her packmates to explain who the pup was, indicating with her muzzle impatiently, but she was already done with waiting when they didn't immediately answer. She questioned the pup in a quiet, silky voice, "Name?" Regarding the pup with a cool expression, she took notice of the leg she was wobbling on - which was patched up. Interesting. After she gave her name, Foxpaw, Nightfire leaned in without hesitation, taking the downward tilt of the pup's head as an offering for her to sample her scent. She inhaled deeply, intrigued, but ultimately enraged, by what it told her. If the name Foxpaw hadn't already tipped her off, there was no doubt about it now: This was a Pack dog. A RiverPack dog. She almost couldn't believe it. "You shouldn't be here." Her last words, though soft and frighteningly calm, were laced with subtle venom. She edged closer to make her point clear. The pup shied away, which she had expected, but it didn't bring the satisfaction she'd figured it would. Instead, she just felt kind of odd. She didn't advance further, but she refused to yield any ground, either, keeping Foxpaw rooted to the spot with her authoritative gaze while she considered their options.
N I G H T F I R E
( β ) - ( Border Collie/Siberian Husky mix ) - ( Beta ) - ( SkyPack ) - ( 30 moons old ) - ( Apprentice: Lupinpaw ) - ( Asexual ) - ( No romance ) - ( Tags: Quickleap, Foxpaw, Creambloom, Blackrose )
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By the time she'd made her second trip around the northern corner of SkyPack territory, she still hadn't seen Blackrose - or anyone else, for that matter. She'd assumed she should keep searching, since Quickleap hadn't given a signal he'd found anything, but, once she saw that same forked tree for the third time, she grew impatient. Spinning on her paws, she redirected her brisk trot towards the northern portion, where Quickleap supposedly was. As she trotted at an impressive pace, considering how dark it had become and how much she'd run already, she wondered if he'd encountered that odd scent she'd whiffed earlier in the evening. It's possible he didn't feel it was important enough to ask for help with. Perhaps I should've specified. Making a note to herself, she increased her speed.
A familiar scent confirmed her suspicion that she'd been searching in the wrong area. Just as she anticipated, she spotted Blackrose as she stepped out from a patch of shrubbery. "Blackrose. Your presence is requested -"
She cut off as she noticed the vibrant red shape ahead. Instantly, an old hatred in her was reawakened. Her brow furrowed the slightest bit as she approached, where Creambloom and Quickleap were already examining the outsider who, upon closer inspection, was quite young. Her young age and painfully obvious fear made something in Nightfire soften, but not enough for her to not want to bowl her over for having the audacity to intrude SkyPack territory. She waited a few seconds for her packmates to explain who the pup was, indicating with her muzzle impatiently, but she was already done with waiting when they didn't immediately answer. She questioned the pup in a quiet, silky voice, "Name?" Regarding the pup with a cool expression, she took notice of the leg she was wobbling on - which was patched up. Interesting. After she gave her name, Foxpaw, Nightfire leaned in without hesitation, taking the downward tilt of the pup's head as an offering for her to sample her scent. She inhaled deeply, intrigued, but ultimately enraged, by what it told her. If the name Foxpaw hadn't already tipped her off, there was no doubt about it now: This was a Pack dog. A RiverPack dog. She almost couldn't believe it. "You shouldn't be here." Her last words, though soft and frighteningly calm, were laced with subtle venom. She edged closer to make her point clear. The pup shied away, which she had expected, but it didn't bring the satisfaction she'd figured it would. Instead, she just felt kind of odd. She didn't advance further, but she refused to yield any ground, either, keeping Foxpaw rooted to the spot with her authoritative gaze while she considered their options.
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F O X P A W
( β ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Creambloom, Quickleap, Nightfire )
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She waited with baited breath for the stranger to answer her request, swallowing to keep her nerve. She nearly lost it anyway as another stranger joined the first; she couldn't stop herself from whirling around on three legs so that she could see the potential threats, her instincts practically screaming into both ears to flee, despite the injured limb. Realizing how exposed she truly was, she instinctively forced her broken hindleg back onto the ground, pressing it into the soil. Excruciating pain stabbed through it, but knowing that she looked less injured, less vulnerable, helped her to tolerate it. Two adult dogs stood before her, a male and a female. They shared that signature odor, telling Foxpaw that they were definitely Pack dogs. I wonder if they know that I'm a Pack dog. Am I putting RiverPack at risk by being here? The thought made her feel a whole lot worse, reflected by her sagging posture. "U-um, h-hello..." she spluttered to the second dog. She winced at the sound of her own voice. She didn't know if it was just fear talking, but she was seriously starting to doubt her decision to come here. Perhaps she should've taken her chances with the terrifying night predators - at least they wouldn't have leered at her like this, inducing a sickly, awkward fear before they tore her apart.
She began stumbling backwards - until a set of piercing blue eyes appeared in the bushes. The cold look in them told her there was no going back. A third dog emerged from the bushes. She came strolling toward her, much closer than Foxpaw was capable of mentally handling, though she, in turn, acted as if such proximity to a stranger was a completely casual situation. "Name?" The new dog's cool voice cut through Foxpaw's rampaging thoughts like fangs through fresh-kill.
"F-Foxpaw," she replied quickly - maybe a little too quickly. The she-dog stepped even closer, leaning down to presumably lock her teeth into the defenseless apprentice's throat. Foxpaw gasped in sheer terror and flinched away, crouching down into the grass and covering her face with her slender paws so she wouldn't have to see the moment in which her life ended. However, there was no pain. There was only a tiny, inconsequential gust of air against the fur on her head. Foxpaw felt so peculiar at that point that she actually dared to look back up, muzzle still tucked into her paws, prepared to hide away from reality again at a moment's notice. The she-dog had merely sniffed her. Foxpaw couldn't even release the breath she'd been holding, her heart beating so hard that a heart attack seemed inevitable. You shouldn't be here. Again, Foxpaw flinched away as the she-dog stepped closer, this time in a gesture of unconcealed threat. The pup averted her gaze but refrained from whimpering, trying to hold onto whatever semblance of courage she had remaining. She was heavily considering limping away - there was a chance they wouldn't bother to follow, she thought - but something about the she-dog's posture and commanding gaze in the corner of Foxpaw's vision held her in place. So, she simply crouched there in that patch of grass, glancing around skittishly at anything but the three dogs in front of her, bushy tail lingering between her legs.
F O X P A W
( β ) - ( Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever ) - ( Medicine Dog Apprentice ) - ( RiverPack ) - ( 8 moons old ) - ( Mentor: Inkfeather ) - ( Demisexual ) - ( No Romance ) - ( Tags: Creambloom, Quickleap, Nightfire )
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She waited with baited breath for the stranger to answer her request, swallowing to keep her nerve. She nearly lost it anyway as another stranger joined the first; she couldn't stop herself from whirling around on three legs so that she could see the potential threats, her instincts practically screaming into both ears to flee, despite the injured limb. Realizing how exposed she truly was, she instinctively forced her broken hindleg back onto the ground, pressing it into the soil. Excruciating pain stabbed through it, but knowing that she looked less injured, less vulnerable, helped her to tolerate it. Two adult dogs stood before her, a male and a female. They shared that signature odor, telling Foxpaw that they were definitely Pack dogs. I wonder if they know that I'm a Pack dog. Am I putting RiverPack at risk by being here? The thought made her feel a whole lot worse, reflected by her sagging posture. "U-um, h-hello..." she spluttered to the second dog. She winced at the sound of her own voice. She didn't know if it was just fear talking, but she was seriously starting to doubt her decision to come here. Perhaps she should've taken her chances with the terrifying night predators - at least they wouldn't have leered at her like this, inducing a sickly, awkward fear before they tore her apart.
She began stumbling backwards - until a set of piercing blue eyes appeared in the bushes. The cold look in them told her there was no going back. A third dog emerged from the bushes. She came strolling toward her, much closer than Foxpaw was capable of mentally handling, though she, in turn, acted as if such proximity to a stranger was a completely casual situation. "Name?" The new dog's cool voice cut through Foxpaw's rampaging thoughts like fangs through fresh-kill.
"F-Foxpaw," she replied quickly - maybe a little too quickly. The she-dog stepped even closer, leaning down to presumably lock her teeth into the defenseless apprentice's throat. Foxpaw gasped in sheer terror and flinched away, crouching down into the grass and covering her face with her slender paws so she wouldn't have to see the moment in which her life ended. However, there was no pain. There was only a tiny, inconsequential gust of air against the fur on her head. Foxpaw felt so peculiar at that point that she actually dared to look back up, muzzle still tucked into her paws, prepared to hide away from reality again at a moment's notice. The she-dog had merely sniffed her. Foxpaw couldn't even release the breath she'd been holding, her heart beating so hard that a heart attack seemed inevitable. You shouldn't be here. Again, Foxpaw flinched away as the she-dog stepped closer, this time in a gesture of unconcealed threat. The pup averted her gaze but refrained from whimpering, trying to hold onto whatever semblance of courage she had remaining. She was heavily considering limping away - there was a chance they wouldn't bother to follow, she thought - but something about the she-dog's posture and commanding gaze in the corner of Foxpaw's vision held her in place. So, she simply crouched there in that patch of grass, glancing around skittishly at anything but the three dogs in front of her, bushy tail lingering between her legs.
