Will We Survive? (1X1 w/ BurntPickle & Amandar)

[Valeska]

Ferrell smirked when she picked up on the annoyance Leyt was feeling towards her and her "cripple" tantrum. Her five year old tantrum had been overly exaggerated for the most part, though she still felt hurt that her old pack had kicked her out of the pack to fend for herself with her new disability. Ferrell shoved those side thoughts away as she lay upside down on the futon, with her feet clinging to the upholstery. Now was not the time to think about past pains. It was time to annoy Leyt and see how long it took for him to realize what she was doing. Her smirk turned into a genuine smile when Miles' plump form waddled over to lay beside her on the futon. The female in her ached to have little ones of her own but the chances of her dream coming true were very slim. She would just have to fill content with the pup that had rolled into her life when she had least expected it. Along with the annoying brute who had shoved his way into her life. What a strange trio they were becoming. Speaking of trio; why was Leyt still here? Ferrell started to make a list of the possibilities but she didn't think any of them added up. She'd ask him later because at the moment she'd be relying on him more with her injury and taking care of the pup.

With Ferrell's arm out of order, she started to get restless. It didn't help her none that Leyt could easily over power her. She was going to miss her daily run around her territory due to her injury. Why did her fall have to come and steal her fun? To occupy herself while she listened to Leyt, Ferrell started to do sit-ups. She might as well exercise her lower body. She understood Leyt's concern abut her wrist but when it came down to it, she would much rather have a crippled hand than risk her identity and her life by going to see a doctor. Ferrell continued her sit-ups, thinking of her options. None looked good in her mind. If only there were a werewolf doctor nearby. Ferrell would willingly go to them but as far as she knew Leyt, Miles, and herself were the only werewolves for miles and miles. What were the chances of there being a doctor werewolf nearby? Not very high. Ferrell paused in doing her sit-ups to talk to Leyt. She failed to notice that he broke off in the middle of his sentence. "Okay, I know you're worried about my wrist and all but it doesn't help to get yourself all in a tizzy. I'm starting to think your tired brain is trying to send you a message to go to bed! Like you said earlier, you are about to fall on the floor in a big heap if you don't get some shut eye." Ferrell kindly pointed out to him, watching him upside down.

Bubbles of laughter escaped from Ferrell as Leyt started to go on a playful rant about how he didn't think her little prank was very funny and about getting back at her. His current response rivaled his past response, making Ferrell laugh even harder, causing her stomach to ache. The fact that he had stolen her rabbit jerky was lost with all her laughter. She tried to calm herself down but Leyt would only comment on something else that sent her laughing up a storm again. If she wasn't careful she was going to laugh herself off the futon and onto the floor. "Stop! Stop! I beg you! My stomach and lungs can't take it any more. I'll do anything. Just make it stop," Ferrell begged Leyt as she continued to laugh, tears of laughter falling down her cheeks. She managed to smother her loud laughter down to a small giggle. However, it didn't last very long until a squeal of surprise erupted from Ferrell's lungs, bouncing off the walls of the cabin when Leyt tickled her stomach. "Nooooo!" Ferrell cried, desperately pulling herself up onto the futon so she could better prepare for any kind of attack from Leyt. Pulling her legs closer to her body, Ferrell curled up into a ball, just waiting for Leyt to overpower her weak defense.

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"I would love some sleep. But I really don't think that'd be possible at this time. So I guess you'll just have to put up with my whining for the time being and then I'll pass out on your floor for you," he shrugged with a little smirk, chuckling to himself. Leyt was then quiet for a moment, trying his best to think of some other option. And with a tired mind, he was coming up with all sorts of irrational ideas, some of which he didn't even understand. Many of his thought trains were destroyed just from fatigue, but some of them stayed up that he could focus on for a little while. "Maybe we could take you to my parents?" He suggested, raising an eyebrow. "They don't live too far from here, and they're werewolves, so it's not like we'll have to keep it hush hush. Surely they'll know something, or at least be able to help," he offered. While Leyt really didn't care to see his parents again, just because he would much rather be independent and by himself instead of having to crawl back to them. But her injury mattered more than his petty pride at the moment, so he'd probably just have to suck it up. "And they're nice. I'm sure they'll help. We'd only have to travel for about an hour or so, though if you're on my back I might have to go slower..." He fell silent for a moment in thought, just assuming that's how they'd wind up traveling. She couldn't run in wolf form, and going on foot would be impossible. Well, it was possible, but very stupid. They'd take days to get there. So she'd probably just have to climb onto his back and hope she didn't fall off. While it was pretty risky, considering Leyt wasn't the most graceful of beings out there, it was much better than walking, or, if all else failed, cramming the two of them shoulder-to-shoulder in a taxi with a little puppy wiggling around. He didn't know about her, but Leyt hated being in a car. Hated it. He'd done it once, and never would he do it again. It made him sick to his stomach, and he'd thrown up two minutes after he'd gotten out of the car. You'd have to bribe him to get him back into one of those traps.

Leyton couldn't help but grin when she pretty much begged him to shut up. Her laughter made him smile, though he didn't know why. Maybe because he reacted well to more lighthearted situations, and since they'd been all serious with her injury, it was relieving to hear laughter from her once more. "Anything?" Leyt repeated, raising his eyebrows in question. "Like what?" He asked playfully, dropping his forehead so that it was near her's, and his nose was close to Ferrell's. But he moved back a little bit when she squirmed away from him, though kept his eyes on her. She could probably kick him anytime if she wanted to. And then he might have a broken jaw, or nose, or just face in general. Then they'd both be banged up. And Leyt would be especially whiny. Still, he smirked nonetheless, and let his fingers dance lightly over her leg, giving her knee a little squeeze to see if that bothered her or not.

[Valeska]

Aaron Arias had felt his irritation rising with the insistence of his mate that they go visit their independent, let down of a son. His irritation continued to grow the longer they traveled through the unending thick forest in search of his new lodging. Aaron was getting too old for traveling long distances and was counting down the days till retirement, if he actually found the right wolf to pass on the leadership of alpha to. Leyton had been his first choose because of the bloodline but when he refused the offered position only to leave shortly after; it left the two of them on bad terms. No doubt his mate probably thought this journey would be good for both father and son to spend some time together. Spend time together my eye! Aaron thought, weaving his way around and between trees. His muscles stretched with each long stride he took. As alpha he had much more important things to occupy his time with than go on a wild goose chase to hunt down his son’s new lodging. From the looks of how deep they were traveling, Aaron could only guess that Leyt wanted to get away from humanity and enjoy the life as a bachelor wolf with no responsibilities for anyone but himself.

Aaron let out a heavy amused chuckle. Now that he thought about it, Leyt wasn’t that much different from his old man. Aaron leaped over a fallen tree, watching his beauty of a mate in front of him. Aaron in his youth had broken away from his birth pack to go live the life of a bachelor. Being young, he had thought himself as the only one who mattered in his small world. Well that was until Liv came into the picture. When she first entered his self-centered world he had been both intrigued and furious for changing his daily routine. He refused to acknowledge her presence though had his full of stolen glances. His emotions were everywhere, not knowing what to do with the stubborn and humorous female who wouldn’t leave his territory. In the end without knowing it, Liv had weaved her way into his self-centered heart. When he came inches away from losing her forever, he knew then and there where his loyalties lay. And the reality was it didn’t belong to himself anymore.

“How much farther Liv? This old pile of bones isn’t going to hold up for much longer,” Aaron joked. He wasn’t ancient but he was getting more white hair around his muzzle. Aaron sped up until he was right behind his mate. He playfully nipped her heals then quickly pulled away from her so he wouldn’t be rewarded with a hard kick to the face.

Miles woke with a start when his two companions made so much noise. He cocked his head to the side with curiosity, though his blue puppy eyes drooped with fatigue. Miles watched Leyt and Ferrell for a little while longer before giving up on his observing to go find another quiet spot to go lie down it. He stood up on the futon, preparing to stretch, then quickly had to jump down to the floor to avoid being squished. The pup without turning back moved to drag himself to Ferrell’s room where no loud noise erupted. He tromped over to Ferrell’s open closet, and then squeezed himself into a small open space in the back of the closet. He turned around in three circles until he was satisfied with his position and lay down to fall fast asleep once more.

Ferrell cringed inwardly at just the thought of meeting Leyt’s parents. She bet they were nice and could help fix her wrist but she wasn’t sure how they’d react to her hanging out around their son if they knew her true identity. A strange feeling played in her stomach, giving her the impression she’d have be facing them sooner or later. Thinking about Leyt’s parents made Ferrell envious of all the parental guidance and love he’d surely received from them. Death with its henchmen had robbed her of any parental guidance or love from her parents. Her parents would never meet her future mate. They’d never set eyes on her children, and she wouldn’t be able to make sure they were comfortable in their old age. If Ferrell were to be completely honest with herself she’d realize what a blessing it was for her parents to leave her. Then they wouldn’t have to see all her ‘accomplishments’ gone wrong. Ferrell came to a conclusion that she’d let Leyton’s parents look at her wrist if given the chance.

Ferrell’s body was still tense from Leyt tickling her. With great caution she forced her muscles to relax, which was never an easy task, when Leyt didn’t seem to be attacking her with his fingers or his words. She hoped he was thinking through her proposal. Ferrell was still on her side facing the outer wall, calming her rapid breathing. She could feel Leyt’s close presence and began to feel a muscle cramp in her side. To fix the problem she rolled over onto her back, now facing Leyt who loomed over her. Ferrell’s heart started to race when Leyt spoke, giving her goose bumps. She opened her mouth to respond. But instead of words coming out a small gasp came out instead when Leyt leaned down towards her; his face just inches from hers. She couldn’t deny that she felt something for Leyt and wanted a deeper relationship. Though deep down she knew there were many reasons why she shouldn’t seek out a relationship with him at all. Leyt pulled back slightly when she squirmed, hoping she could put a decent sentence together with her thoughts racing at his nearness.

“Leyt, I don’t think this is going to work because-” Ferrell stopped abruptly in her sentence, with heart jumped in her chest at Leyt’s fingers dancing across her leg. She found herself having a hard time breathing again. Ferrell hurriedly tried to finish the sentence she had first started. “Because-“ Ferrell cut short her hopeless cause of giving an answer to let out a low growl of pleasure when Leyt squeezed her knee. She starred up into Leyt’s mesmerizing blue eyes with her blue and brown eyes. The wolf in her was trying to take over her emotions again but Ferrell wouldn’t have it. Ferrell closed her eyes to concentrate on the importance of what she wanted to tell Leyt. It was no use because Leyt had made her brain turn into mush. Ferrell closed her eyes as she spoke. “Darn you Leyt! You’re making my brain turn into mush. How am I supposed to string together one full sentence when you’re touching me and looking at me like that? You said I was driving you crazy earlier but now you’re driving me crazy. STOP IT!!!” Ferrell relayed her last words with a gentle growl that didn’t even come close to menacing. If she wasn’t careful she might just shift into her wolf form and then they’d be in trouble.

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"It's not far now, my dear," Liv Arias commented back, giggling slightly when her beloved mate nipped at her heels, which she responded to by playfully back over her shoulder, but not breaking pace. She was a sleekly built canine, with a calico-like coloring to her pelt, but with natural patterning. But she certainly hadn't passed off her coloring to her child. That responsibility had been with Aaron, who had a much darker pelt than her's. Along with his size, personality, and just about everything else. The only thing that seemed relatively similar between the female and her pup was the eye color. Leyton's eyes were a spitting image of her own, and both pairs seemed to reflex their emotions with ease. But other than that, they had barely any relation at all. Despite this, their mother and son bond was strong, unlike the father and son one her mate had going on with their offspring. The two didn't quite get along so well, with their such identical personalities. Chances are, the wolf would see himself in the other one.

Minutes later, the scent of Liv's son grew incredibly stronger. Her pace increased ever so slightly, and she approached what looked to be a log cabin. "I take it he lives here?" She murmured to herself, slowing to a trot up to the front door. Shifting easily into her human form, she opened the door, finding it carelessly unlocked. In her human form, Liv looked much more like her son than she did in her wolf form. They were both blonde, and had very similar looking faces. It was pretty clear when Leyton had gotten his appearance from. Stepping inside of the cabin, a groaning sigh escaped from the mother's lips at the littered mess around. It wasn't as bad as it could've been, though. Fortunately, there wasn't too much food lying around for something to eat, but instead just clothes dropped on the floor, most probably in need of a washing. It didn't smell the freshest, but instead the cabin was smothered in the scent of Leyt. He probably spent most of his time indoors, knowing him. The boy always preferred couches to a shady tree.

"He's not here..." Liv said quietly, peeking around the cabin for a few moments, only to find that there was no lazy boy anywhere in sight. She stepped outside and breathed in, her senses much more fine tuned than those of her twenty-year-old self. Despite her growing age, she was still keen, and almost immediately did she figure out the trail which Leyton must've taken off in. "Come along. He went this way."

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Leyton patiently listened to her outburst, raising his eyebrows and fighting a smirk, his hand still stationed on her knee. For some reason, he liked it when she was upset at him in this way. Not in a disappointed way, because disappointment really stung him, but like she was ready to smack him. He didn't know why, though. Maybe because he knew that he had her full attention now, and that he was, apparently, ruining her thought processes. Though that didn't make any sense, because she was clearly irritated at him, and usually that was a good sign to just shut up and back off, especially when said female could easily rip his throat out if she shifted into her wolf form. Though, her broken wrist would probably provide some difficulties with movement. Not that he was really any safer.

"I turn your brain to mush?" He repeated softly in a low murmur, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he studied her's. He did find Ferrell's gaze incredibly intriguing, and sometimes he couldn't decide which eye of her's to focus on. Her gaze was so... cool, you could say. Unusual, definitely. She had a pair of eyes he certainly wouldn't get bored of, that's for sure. "I'm sorry," he said, but was far from sincere, yet not sarcastic. Without even realizing it, his eyes dropped a little bit until his gaze was settled on her lips for a brief moment. It was a few seconds later when he noticed, and lifted his eyes once more, only blinking in a silent flinch. Unfortunately, he was feeling too playful and a little careless to actually take into consideration that she might've been trying to tell him something important. The child in him wanted to be irresponsible and silly, and his wolf instincts were telling him all sorts of things.

"Can I make it up to you?" He asked in a playfully mischievous tone, his head tilting ever to slightly to the side in question. A little smirk fluttered on his lips, and he was still for a moment, not even really thinking anymore. Not that Leyt thought about things too often, for he was the goofball that did whatever he wanted to whenever he felt the need, but his head was completely silent this time. Then, without announcing anything, he closed the distance between then and pressed his lips to Ferrell's, letting his eyes shut half a breath before then. But not four seconds later, there was a knocking at the door, startling him enough this his body jerked in surprise, and he immediately scooted back. But his abrupt movement was not met by more couch, as he had been seated on the arm rest still. Yelping quietly, he fell back, hitting the ground pretty hard on his back, which managed to knock the breath out of him.

A few moments later, the door was opened, and a horribly familiar scent met Leyton's nostrils; his parents. Flipping over onto his side, he pushed himself up into a seat position, staring wide-eyed at the door. His mother wore a confused expression of concern, having heard the thud of her son hit the floor, but had no idea what was going on. Liv didn't quite recognize the scent of Ferrell at first, for it had been years since she'd gotten a whiff of the killer's scent. But she did smell another scent of someone much younger nearby, but couldn't see the pup that was sticking his face out of Ferrell's door to figure out what in the world was going on. And Leyton looked more surprised that either of his parents did, and also was the most confused out of the family. "What are you guys doing here?" Leyt asked, his voice shaking just a tad bit from shock. He was having to fight the urge to scoot a few more inches away, as the last time he'd seen his dad, they hadn't been on great terms with each other. Sure, he felt a little ashamed for letting his parents down, as he was supposed to take over for his father and hadn't even given a two-weeks notice before he left. So, yeah, he was a little uncertain about what they could be here for, and had no idea what relation they had to Ferrell.

[Valeska]

Aaron laughed at him mate at her attempt at playful revenge. When the pair finally arrived at Leyt's bachelor pad Aaron was panting hard. He watched with weary eyes as his mate stepped inside the cabin. Aaron followed her inside, looking around the dirty cabin. He shuddered at the untidy surrounding. The dirty laundry and spoiled food told Aaron everything he needed to know. Leyt had become lazy. Aaron turned to face his wife while still in his multi-grey wolf form. "I thought we taught him better. I guess not," Aaron smirked, giving Leyt's place one last glance, then followed his mate and her keen nose.
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Ferrell gave a airy chuckle at all of Leyt's questions. She would challenge him later to talk without asking so many questions and see how long it took him to fail. Ferrell let her eyes roam from Leyt's wonderful blue eyes to his nose, and then down to his lips. Without knowing it she licked her lips and held back a groan. The urge to kiss him went deep but she told herself that he might just be playing with her emotions to get back at her for the scare of his life. At this point in time she really didn't care. She scooted closer to Leyt, and then her progress was halted by Leyt's lips connecting with hers in a sweet and gentle kiss. All previous thoughts flew out the door at the electricity she felt run up and down her body. Ferrell pushed herself closer to Leyt, kissing him back with a passion. She would of been perfectly happy to freeze time in place and never restart it but loud rapid knocks brought Ferrell back to her senses. Ferrell's eyes widened in surprise as both Leyt and herself pulled apart from their kiss. Who on earth could that be? Her eyes grew big, watching Leyt fall off the futon, and then land with a loud painful thud. Ferrell cringed herself, knowing the feeling of falling on your back all too well.

Ferrell felt herself shifting into her wolf form before she could even look at the door. No not now! My wrist is still injured. Ferrell braced herself for pain as her bones started to move and her clothes started to disappear, replaced by dark brown fur. She tried to stop herself from putting weight on her wrist to no prevail. Her hind legs just weren't structured to hold all her weight on them. Ferrell prepared herself for pain when her paw touched the floor but only felt a small ache when pressure was applied. This can't be right. Ferrell thought but pushed her confusion away because intruders were at her front door. Ferrell took a deep whiff of the intruders, identifying them as other werewolves. Older werewolves by their kind of musty smell. She took another whiff and determined there to be a male and female; mates if she must take a guess. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ferrell thought she recognized their scent but shook away her concern.

Snarling a warning, Ferrell rushed over to Leyt's side, on the floor, when the door opened to reveal...his parents. Her eyes widened in surprise then filled with anger, fear, and uncertainty at their presence. She had a bad feeling that things were about to change...for the worse. Ferrell's hackles were raised and her teeth barred still as she took a step closer to the uninvited guests; her brown tail in a rigged position. "What gives you the right to tromp around in my territory without an invitation? Then you have the nerve to barge into my living quarters un-in-vi-ted!" Ferrell barked each syllable out in rage, her hackles rising more. Ferrell stood her ground, her eyes shifting from Leyt's mom then back to Leyt's dad, daring them to take one more step closer.
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Aaron waited outside the cabin with Liv, a few seconds before letting themselves in. An unpleasant scent, yet familiar scent encircled him as he stumbled over his paws into the cabin. It's her. The werewolf assassin. Living a few miles from my son. Preposterous! Aaron thought just as he made himself play a blank calm expression instead of letting out a growl. If he had anything to do with the assassin it would be to see her pay for his family's loss. Aaron kept a calm demeanor even though instinct told him to attack now or risk failing. He calmly took in the growling assassin as she stood her ground, clearly stating her displeasure for their surprise appearance. His yellow orbs took in her figure from head to paw. She looked much the same when he had last saw her on that fateful night, apart from more scars, her older age, and her missing limb. He couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle of satisfaction at the sight of the assassin's misfortune. Her predicament would make it so much easier for what he had in store for her. Aaron hadn't missed her earlier expressions of fear and uncertainty, causing him to feel all that more confident in his plan. It angered him that she wasn't cowering in his presence but he'd soon remind her of her wrong doing and put her in her rightful place yet again.

Aaron finished his once over with the assassin, shifting his gaze to his son. His son's shoulders had broadened and he appeared in shape. Maybe there was still hope in making him alpha yet. But it all would come down to the little know-it-all assassin in front of him. Aaron searched his son's gaze, trying to make out what emotion he was feeling when he saw Leyt look at the assassin. Is that admiration I see in his eyes. Love? The very thought unnerved him so much that he bit his tongue to keep from crying out in alarm. If he was going to see his plan through, he was going to have to win Leyt over on his side which wasn't going to be an easy task. Aaron composed himself, letting the silence lengthen, then answered his son's question first with a snort of laughter. "Why so surprised Leyt? Must a father and mother make an appointment before they see their beloved son?" Aaron stepped closer to his wife's human form, nuzzling her head with his fur, not taking his eyes off of Leyt. "Your mother and I thought it was time to come for a visit. We stopped by your bachelor pad only to discover you weren't there. So your mother sniffed you out. And here we are!" Aaron said with a smiled that hopefully passed as genuine.
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Ferrell didn't believe Leyt's father's act for a second. She had been trained to see through fake emotion of both wolf and humans alike. All the older wolf's actions made it clear he was trying to hide his true feelings but why? Ferrell continued to stare the old wolf down until he couldn't look at her any longer. Ferrell [1] Leyt's Father [0] Ferrell congratulated herself mentally. Her ears were perked as she watched the father and son exchange. Ferrell guessed Leyt wasn't thrilled to see his parents unannounced. A movement in the corner of her eye captured her attention. She shifted her gaze from Leyt's father to Miles peeking out of her room with curiosity sparkling in his puppy eyes. It took all Ferrell had in her to not burst out laughing at her suddenly beautiful idea. An idea that was surely to rile Leyt's parents and possibly Leyt along with them.

"Hi baby! Did you decide to come out and see what all the commotion was about?" Ferrell barked playfully, wagging her brown tail at Miles, inviting him to join them. Correction. Her pup! Loud gasps filled the air, giving Ferrell a feel of satisfaction. Miles responded with a playful yip as he waddled his way over to Ferrell, having eyes solely for her. He barked and ran circles around her, wanting to get out his new found energy. Ferrell's eyes filled with pride at the pup, otherwise known as her son before her. No longer was she going to call him anything but hers. Ferrell paused in her play to give the pup a push in Leyt's direction. "Go jump on daddy." Ferrell urged, laughing as Miles took a running leap at Leyt, not being cautious as to where he landed. Ferrell watched the two of them for a few seconds, completely blocking out the presence of others. Ferrell stood up from her sitting position to trot over to the two, going to give Leyt a silent message and irk his parents even more. Ferrell leaned down to kiss Leyt on the cheek before he could give their secret away, leaning down slow enough that he could catch her expression that said 'I'll explain later but follow my lead.' Though to be truthful Ferrell wouldn't mind at all if Leyt was truly her mate. Ferrell moved on to nuzzle Leyt, then laid down beside him making it crystal clear to his parent's what relationship she played with Leyt. Ferrell dared to smile in Leyt's father's direction and saw that he was not pleased at all. By the looks of it he was trying very hard not to lunge at her and bite into her flesh. Two wolves can play at this game mister.

[OOC: Ugh. My brain is fried after thinking and typing all of that. ]

[exixst]

(Oh, my! *bows* I am insuperior! XD)

Liv wore a shocked look of horror for quite the moment, looking back and forth between the two younger werewolves, soon joined by an even smaller one. Unlike her mate, she wasn't as good at hiding her emotions, especially right now. Pieces were slowly fitting together in her mind as the situation began to unfold more and more by the moment. Now this she had not expected. Not the slightest bit. The mother - or, as she thought, grandmother - the truly horrified. Of all the female Werewolves out there, Leyton somehow managed to find his way to that one. The chances were so small, and she assumed her son would be smart enough to not fall for someone without knowing every truth about them. Well, she assumed Leyt didn't know the truth about the female wolf beside him. In her mind, she was assured that if he did, he'd be disgusted with her and not even be able to be in the same room as her. Much less... reproduce.

She had to bite the inside of her lip in order to keep from saying something. He doesn't know what she's done. There's no way he'd know. He was far too young to understand... Closing her eyes, she turned her head away. Every part of her wanted to scream the truth to her son and tell him to either get away from the female assassin or rip her to shreds, whichever one he'd do first. But she held her tongue. He had a family now with her. Chances are, he'd take her side. Though, she did wonder how long ago this happened. And why he never bothered to mention it. Surely he'd at least tell them about having a child. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe he didn't want anything to do with his parents anymore. He certainly looked a little surprised to see them.

"Leyton. Deon. Arias," Liv finally said sternly, opening her eyes and shooting her son a disappointed glare. Her words were strongly enunciated, with each syllable made quite prominent. "Do you care to explain this, young man?" She asked, gesturing with a hand to the situation before her. Then both of her hands crossed over her chest, staring him down with eyes of ice.

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Leyton opened his mouth to explain to his parents the presence of Miles, seeing the expressions on their faces and immediately wanting to make them understand the situation, but then Ferrell beat him, calling the pup 'baby' and treating the little one like her own. Immediately he shot her one of those 'what are you doing?' looks, but seconds later, she said "go jump on Daddy,", and the pup lunged in his direction. He opened his mouth to try and disagree with what was going on, but he was tackled by Miles, who was doing everything he possibly could to climb up Leyton's chest and smother his face in slobber. Leyton was busy trying to pull away and keep Werewolf tongue out of his mouth, and was unable to form many worlds before there was puppy on him again. Eventually he had to give up, and just sealed his mouth shut, closed his eyes and put up with the slobber the covered his ears, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and whatever else was reachable.

When Miles was finished with Leyt, the pup settled itself on his lap, lounging on him and letting his tail beat at the ground, his mouth open and relaxed while he looked from one face to the next in the house. That was about when Ferrell decided it was a good idea to give his cheek a lick and nuzzle him, too, to which he was absolutely confused and shocked. When he read her expression, he didn't understand why she was doing this, and he could only give her the 'what the heck are you doing?!' expression, with wide, almost terrified eyes. Now he was almost certain if he tried to explain the truth, he wouldn't be believe. How in the world did it not make sense? The pup wasn't very old, Leyt had been gone for quite some time, and Ferrell was making no effort to explain to his parents the truth. Why was she doing that? "What did I ever do to you?" He whimpered quietly under his breath, his expression pathetic with confusion and sudden stress, not to mention exhaustion. That probably also made some sense to his parents; he looked exhausted from 'having to stay up with a hyperactive or crying puppy', or so it seemed. Would they believe him if he said "no, Ferrell just kind of pretended to try and kill me but then kiss me right after that so I was too anxious to go to sleep,"? Well, apparently his so-called 'mate' didn't seem to be interested in the truth.

When his mother spoke his full name, his expression froze in an 'oh God I am screwed' look, but his eyes flicked over to her anyway, though there was hesitation in his gaze. It was widely known that when your mother uses your full, you are in trouble. Deeply. And her tone of voice was terrifying to the boy, not quite sure what was running through her head. He wasn't scared of his parents, not at all. They'd always been pretty good to him, and he'd just simply wanted to branch out and find something different to do on a daily basis. Annoying Ferrell seemed to take the place of being a successor. And, honestly, he enjoyed that more. Less responsibility and more fun, which were things he liked. But at this moment, he was a little frightened. Were they angry at him? Disappointed? Hurt? He didn't know, nor did he understand the situation from their point of view completely. He'd known he had a sibling, but had been told he'd ran away from the pack. And Leyton never asked why or went looking for his older brother, which was probably a good thing, because for the longest time, the scent of his blood had lingered in the air. Leyton had been kept out of pack hunts and such like that, told by one of the elders to 'comfort his parents in their time of distress'. So he had, and they never bothered to tell him that his brother had actually been killed by none other than the girl beside him. So, at the moment, he just assumed they were upset at him for his actions.

"Do you care to explain this, young man?" He heard, and out of nervousness and intimidation, he looked down and off to the side, wetting his lips and refusing to meet his mother's gaze for the time being. "Eh... Ah..." He started, glancing at Ferrell uncertainly, his expression saying nothing but the word 'help'. He swallowed hard, staring at the little life in his lap and holding his breath. "Well, uh..." He struggled to put together words. His mind had them already set up; 'yes, I would love to explain!' But he got the feeling that Ferrell wanted to keep this little act up for some reason, and he didn't understand why. It's not like he was someone to be proud to be with. He was lazy, made messes, was always sleeping, and he was irresponsible. All he really had going for him was his friendly nature and pretty face. So he could bat his eyelashes and give a little smile. But that was it. "It's... This is not what it looks like," he said quite quickly, his words running off of his tongue, having no clue where he was going with this.

"Well, by the looks of it, you have a family now. Are you not proud of that?" He heard his mother say, causing him to snap his head up abruptly.
"No-!" He started, trying to bring his mother to understanding, but was quickly interrupted before he could say much more than one word.
"So you're not proud? Leyton!" She snapped, a look of shocked disappointment on her face.
"Nonono, that's not what I meant!"
"What in the world have you been doing out here, Leyton?!" She asked, eyes narrowing sharply. "If you ran all the way out here just to start a family, then tell me; what was so wrong with some of the girls in the pack? Why did you choose that one?" The last two words almost came out venomously, in a tone that held an obvious grudge.
"No, Mom, I-" he started, but stopped abruptly, his once desperate expression turned into a confused one, with furrowed eyebrows and the like," what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, hearing her most recent tone of voice, especially when she mentioned Ferrell as simply 'that one'. While he certainly wasn't too thrilled about lying to his parents, he didn't like how his friend - or maybe more, he wasn't quite sure what was going on between the two of them - had been addressed. He was a little upset about that, not understanding why she didn't like Ferrell, even though they had 'just met', from what he knew.

(So... I may or may not have deleted the PM that discussed the history between Ferrell and Leyt's parents... Whoopy-daisy.
I had to improvise. I think I got the most of it? I'm not sure if we said that she killed his brother, sister, friend, or whatever, so I just threw this together. I hope it's okay! I also don't remember what age Ferrell and Leyt were when the event took place, but I assume she had to be at least old enough to do such a thing, and since they're the same age, I didn't know how old Ferrell was when this happened. Is it okay?)

[Valeska]

Aaron at first believed Ferrell’s lie about the pup’s parentage but with a strong whiff of his nose, Aaron discovered a different story. The pup named Miles didn’t share a mixture of Leyt and Ferrell’s scent; instead he wore a very familiar scent indeed. A scent that would be identified very quickly if both him and Liv were to take the pup back to camp. Miles’ mother had been an omega in the pack. She was sitting on a very short string as it was for all her unwise behavior. When it became evident that she was pregnant without the permission of her alphas and without naming the father, she was quickly chased out of their territory; exiled to the neighboring woods. He had wondered what had become of her but he never suspected her to be dead. And now he bumped right into her son whom just happened to be in the care of the famous bloodthirsty assassin. What a strange coincidence. A hunger for revenge made his eyes glisten with untold secrets. Miles was the key to unlocking his revenge.

Aaron watched his mate give Leyt and earful, pounding him with questions. He was surprised she hadn’t picked up on the pup’s familiar scent. She must be in such a shock that she let her mind overcome her senses, literally. It was very unlike her, though he made no move to correct her or put a word in himself. When his wife was giving a lecture it was better just to stay out of it unless you wished to have her wrath turn on you instead. By the looks of it, Leyt was having a heck of a time trying to answer his mother’s demanding questions. A small part of Aaron went out to him, feeling sorry for him, while the father in him was furious that his son couldn’t even string a few sentences together.

Aaron’s gaze shifted from the stuttering Leyt to his “mate” laying calmly beside him, not so much as making a peep. Miles lay against her side, watching Liv and Leyt argue. The pup seemed intrigued only to quickly lose interest. He opted out of following the conversation to start nipping at Ferrell’s sides. Ferrell gave a small curt growl, stopping the pup’s playful nature in a flash. Aaron’s eyes narrowed in on Ferrell, wishing he could burn a hole into her very soul. Unfortunately, he’d have to be satisfied with what he was about to do. Her head turned up, both of them making intense eye contact.

“So you’re the murderer of my eldest son, a liar, a pupnapper, a temptress, along with many other titles.” Aaron stated with a bark, leaving no room for debate. He took up a fighting stance with his legs spread wide, his chest puffed out, and a snarl forming on his lips. His yellow eyes bore into her blue eyes, willing his barely controlled hate to shine through.
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Ferrell’s back went ramrod straight, her hackles rose, and her heart did a painful jolt as the result of Aaron’s painful words. Rage and sadness coursed through her body, just a second before she jumped to her paws, letting out a deafening growl that echoed off the walls of the cabin. With effort, Ferrell held herself back from digging her teeth into Leyt’s father’s flesh as she stepped closer to him. When she was almost nose to nose with Aaron, did she finally speak. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!” Ferrell snapped in his face. “I don’t care if you are Leyt’s parents but trust me when I say you don’t want to anger a former assassin in her own domain.” Ferrell warned, not stepping out of Aaron’s face.
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Aaron’s patience snapped clean in two. Without so much as thinking, he lunged for Ferrell’s neck, the hunger to spill her blood and cause her pain pushing him forward. She dodged but he attacked her side with is teeth. Together the two of them battled, each using their teeth and claws. Finally the two of them broke apart and started to circle each other. Aaron prayed if it came down to killing Ferrell and Leyt tried to get in the way, Liv would stop him. Both had blood dripping from their open wounds but Ferrell was the most beat up between the two. Ferrell and Aaron circled, then Aaron lunged for Ferrell’d neck once again. His sharp teeth hit the target straight on. Ferrell became trapped in his deadly grasp. She wiggled in his jaws, trying to free herself in any possible way but he silenced her with added pressure to her windpipe, causing air not to make it to her lungs. An evil wolfish grin played on his face as he felt her start to choke and thrash around, desperate to get air. He dug his teeth in harder, wanting to rush the process of killing her.
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Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Darn you Ferrell! You’re panicking! Ferrell cursed herself as she felt her windpipe close thanks to Aaron’s sharp teeth. She choked and gagged, her head starting to spin out of control and her eyes started to roll back in her head. Itty bitty black dots started to swim around in her vision, trying to close her vision completely. Ferrell felt her body start to give up the fight of living. Death suddenly sounded like a place of peace without any secrets or drama. If she died right then, she’d have many regrets but the biggest one of all would be hurting the boy she’d started to care about. With the last little bit of air and strength in her body, Ferrell laid her eyes on Leyt for what she thought/hoped would be the last time. Horror played on his face but that didn’t stop her from giving a sad small smile in his direction. Leyt’s face was the last thing she saw before the world went black.
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Aaron felt Ferrell’s body go completely limp in his jaws. He let out a growl on content at his accomplishment in exterminating the assassin who had stalked his dreams for years. Aaron felt relieved, yet pent up anger still existed inside him. His eyes sought out Leyt’s. When their eyes connected he gave a predatory growl muffled by fur; taunting his son to come and get his “mate’s” corpse.

(OOC: Sorry if some of it doesn't make sense or I messed up on spelling or something like that. I'm posting this like at midnight so I'm really tired. Also don't freak out about Ferrell! I guarantee you she isn't dead.)

[exixst]

When the fight suddenly broke out, Leyt was shifted in seconds. His mind burned with the words that his father had said, something about the murder of his eldest son. Murder? He could've sworn that his brother just left... But he didn't have time to think about that. He was snarling, upper lip curling back to expose his teeth and ready to lunge, when suddenly his mother was stepping in front of him, shifted too.

"Know your place," she snarled, and Leyt lowered his head in a reluctant bow as his mother kept him from moving. Despite not being part of the pack, he knew better than to disobey his parents. Sure, he was more than ready to break up the fight, even though he wasn't the largest one there. His dad was, and he came in at a close second. But his mother held him back, and was even getting closer, and he naturally began to back up. His ears were slicked back and her head was above his, and while he really didn't want to be stuck in his position, he didn't have much of a choice. Defy them, and they could easily sick the entire pack on his tail.

It was a few moments later did his rump hit a wall, and he had nowhere else to go. Instead he just had to turn his eyes away and submit. But when he looked past his mother to check on Ferrell and his father, he saw that his jaws were locked tightly around her neck. He panicked, assuming he was trying to kill his friend, and began to move around to try and help. But moments later his mother had her teeth snapping down on the fur on the back of his neck, tugging him back before he could really get going. Whimpering and trying to twist away, he only made it worse, and his mother had no choice but to tighten her grip on him so he didn't get away, because Leyt could be pretty difficult at times.

Then, he saw Ferrell go limp, no longer moving or putting up a struggle. His eyes widened and ears fell, and he, too, stopped struggling as fear and shock set in. Had they just killed his best friend? Or, rather, his only friend? A horrible feeling of sorrow flooded i his chest, and a small, pathetic whimper came from his. He didn't even notice when his mother let go. She hadn't been trying to hurt him, but instead just pin him down so her mate could take care of Ferrell. But it would take a few moments before the anger cut in, as the shock was still fresh.

But, then, the unexpected happened. Miles, who had fled underneath the futon to avoid the fighting, let out a sharp barking snarl of puppy-aggression and charged forwards. He was insignificant in size compared to his father, and was barely even the height of his father's chest, but the little one didn't seem to care, and wasn't daunted the slightest. When he got close enough, the clever little one actually lunged, and aimed his jaws right towards his father neck and throat area to imitate the moves he'd seen. And the pup had some legs to him, and could get himself into the air pretty well.

Seeing this, Leyt's ears perked up, and so did his mother's. But neither of them assumed that the pup would be much more than a temporary distraction, but Leyton figured it out quite quickly. If Ferrell wasn't dead, but unconscious - which he could only hope for - then he had to make sure that they didn't kill her completely. He was scrambling up onto his paws immediately before his mother could figure out what he was doing, and he took only a couple of large steps to cross the room. Was he going to actually bite his father? No, probably not. But he sure could pretend to be intending to do so, and would only fight back if his father decided to break into one with him.

[Valeska]

[OOC: Sorry for the wait. After having no electronics for a week, it kind of takes you a while to get back in the groove. It was really fun though! Also I believe our art of Ferrell and Leyt are almost finished! ]

Aaron’s eyes, much like Leyt’s, bore into his son’s pelt. He took a step closer to Leyt with his jaws still encircling Ferrell’s throat. I just killed the wolf who was been the cause of my problems for years. Aaron thought with pride which was quickly replaced with surprise at the sound of Miles’ puppy growl. His ears perked up at the sound, just as his family did as well. An amused rumble of a chuckle erupted from Aaron’s chest at the thought of him taking on a pup. The idea was so hilarious that Aaron flung Ferrell’s limp form to the floor to be able to breathe correctly with all of his chuckling. He was so busy chuckling that he wasn’t paying close attention to what the pup was doing until he felt sharp shards of pain start to erupt from his neck. Aaron’s eyes widened in surprise, then horror at the pain he was feeling. Letting out an angry pain filled howl, he began to shake his head back and forth, trying to get the little urchin to let go of his neck. Whatever he tried, the pup seemed to hold on tighter, making it harder for him to breathe. After a lot of thrashing and whipping his head around and a lot of snarling, Aaron finally dislodged the pup and sent him flying into a nearby wall followed by a loud ‘thump’.

Aaron coughed and sputtered with his grey head lowered, trying to regain his correct breathing pattern. Once he had caught his breath back he lifted his head to take in the crumpled pup on the floor. The pup appeared to be unconscious but he seemed to still be breathing. Aaron turned his head from the pup to make eye contact with Liv. Her expression played between horror and anger. With a snarl Aaron spat, “That pup is not Leyt’s child. His mother was exiled from the pack remember? I could care less if the pup lives or die.” Aaron’s gaze focused in on the barely breathing form of Ferrell. He stepped closer to her form, hoping he was just hallucinating the sight of her chest moving up and down.

He moved ever so closer until he was stopped by grey paws. With one last look in Ferrell’s direction, he deemed her alive, for how much longer he didn’t know. His first instinct since he stepped into the room was to kill her but then he started to build on another idea. One that would prove to Leyt what a monster Ferrell really was.

After Aaron had finished thinking about his new thought up plan, he ever so slowly raised his head until father and son were eye to eye. They both looked back at each other summing each other up. Aaron tried to determine Leyt’s body language. What he was picking up on was, ‘If you want to finish what you started, you’ll have to go through me.’ Aaron continued to study his son more carefully. When had be grown so big? He’s almost as tall as I am. Aaron felt his heart start to soften towards his son, but it was very brief. The coldness inside him towards Ferrell was still there and still might never go away until she was dead.

“Are you willing to hurt your own kin to protect that filthy she-wolf you barely know? She killed your own flesh and blood Leyt! How many other families did she cause pain to? Sure, she might not be an assassin currently but that doesn’t mean she might not have the urge to go back to her old ways.” Aaron told Leyt with fatherly concern, turning his head to look at his mate and then back to Leyt. “You’re mother and I just wanting what’s best for you. And since you are pretty much the man of the house now, if you tell your mother and me to leave, we will honor your word. If we haven’t made our thoughts clear on the matter, than I don’t know what will. We just don’t want to lose you like the way we did with your brother. Goodbye Leyt.” Aaron told his son with as little emotion as possible. He strode over to Liv’s side with blood still flowing from his wounds. From there he made his way to the still slightly open front door. He nudged the door with his nose, opened it, was about to step outside when he paused. With a predatory look in Leyt and Ferrell’s direction Aaron spoke a promise. “Until we meet again!” And with those last words, Leyt’s father let himself out of the cabin without checking to see if Liv was following, thus giving her time to say a short goodbye to her son. No doubt as Leyt’s father, Liv would be giving him a good scolding later on for being too harsh to his son.
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Ferrell awoke a few minutes later to the words, ”Until we meet again!” Those words along with the speaker made a shiver of fear run down her spine. She willed herself to open her eyes to see what was going on but only two words processed in her head; pain and weak. It was probably for the best that she kept quiet until the enemy was completely gone. She was still having a hard time wrapping her finger around what had just happened. Hopefully if she kept her eyes closed and listened closely, she’d be able to bring back her fuzzy memory.
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[exixst]

Leyton stood tightly, with his ears erect and tail stiff, and his chest puffed and the hair on him bristled up. He didn't grow, snarl, or show any teeth, but simply held his head high, a certain look in his eyes that suggested anger and disappointment. He wasn't totally afraid of his father. Yes, he knew what his parents could do, but figured they'd never actually send the pack after him. He was their son! But if a fight was to break out, Leyton had the advantage. He was younger, stronger, and had faster reflexes than his father did, having weakened over time with age. Of course, Leyton would never think to challenge his father to a fight. The other male had plenty of experience and was a bit larger in size. And, on top of that, had his mother on his side, too. Well, probably. He couldn't be certain of that, but it was likely that Leyt wasn't the favorite in the family at the moment.

His father's words cause Leyt's ears to slick backwards, flinching a bit. While his mother knew how to hit home, his father could still get to him in a way to make him stumble. "That 'filthy she-wolf' is my friend, thank you," he said quietly, but his tone was challenging, and dangerously low. "You don't know the full story. I'm sure I don't even know the full story, but I certainly know enough to not hold a grudge against her for something like that. But she won't go back to her ways. I know better. And if she does try to kill me by some abrupt change in moods, then she can give me her best shot. I'm not exactly easy to pin down, mind you."

Leyton said no words as the two began to leave. Instead he stood in place, watching as his father exited the house. A few moments later, his stance relaxed a tad, but not completely. His mother was still in the room. Tail lowering and fur smoothing out, he glanced over his shoulder. She looked sad. Seeing this on her made him feel like a horrible son. He didn't want this. This wasn't how they were supposed to leave; on bad terms. All Leyt wanted to do right now was fix things, but he couldn't do that. He tried to speak, but no words would come to him, and so he was simply silent as his mother made her way towards the door. She paused right before exiting, and looked back at him. "We respect your decision, Leyton. But when you start to regret it, remember that you'll have nobody to blame except yourself," she said softly, giving him another sad look before nudging the door open and slipping out before he could even reply.

His stance weakened a bit, and he suddenly felt absolutely miserable. Ears down and head low, he sighed quietly, shutting his eyes to block everything else out. Ferrell was hurt. Miles could be hurt. He was emotionally overwhelmed... it was a lot for him to try and deal with in his head. But he forced himself to continue, because, first of all, the pup wasn't bounding around like he'd been beforehand. And that worried him. He didn't even check on Ferrell first, as his initial thought was to see what was wrong with the little one.

He pawed over to where Miles had been tossed away, none too gently. Oh, how brave that little boy had been. Such a bold one, he was, but where he lacked in strength and size, he made up for in confidence. Not that it made much of a difference, but Leyton did owe it to the pup. Miles had been the one to react first. He'd stepped up and taken action, while Leyt had been held back by family ties.

He stopped beside the little one, seating himself and dropping his head to poke at the little pup's unconscious figure a bit, seeing if he'd wake up all of the sudden. Seeing as his efforts were unsuccessful, he tried licking the pup's back a few times, but really had no idea what he was supposed to do. He didn't know how to make things better. He didn't understand how mother's always seemed to know what to do. He would ask Ferrell, but she wasn't exactly active, either.

Gently picking up the pup by the scruff, he slowly walked back to where Ferrell laid, gingerly seeing the pup down beside her so the two would at least be nearby and easy to keep an eye on. Unaware that Ferrell was starting to wake up, he simply dropped to the floor with a heaved sigh, eyes flicking back and forth from one wolf to the other. He should've been doing something about Ferrell's wounds. He knew that. But he couldn't will himself to get back up. Instead, he laid there pathetically with the other two, whimpering quietly every so often. He closed his eyes, willing everything to go away, but the thoughts and guilt remained in his head. This was his fault. They were his parents, and he hadn't been able to stand up to them as well as he should've. And as a result of that, Ferrell and Miles were both hurt. Had he been able to react better, maybe this all would've been prevented.

But all he could do was lay here and feel miserable, wanting to hide from his problems anywhere that there was shelter from them.

((It's okay! My reply could've been sooner, too, but I've started school. Too much homework kinda knocks the muse outta you >.<))