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Post by Zodiak on May 14, 2015 2:05:58 GMT

Yellow brick road...

(09:58:09) Drakov: South side of the terrain was explored this fine morning! He'd ventured a decent distance to the north, and even to the east, though.. The road ceased any further exploration. So now it was time to go south. Nostrils flared, lip curling when it seemed even this path led straight for fucking human kind. A fence, that... as far sa he could see.. Went on for miles. SIGH. Return home was taken slow and smooth, alittle flustered by his findings. So much for being in a good mood after last! Damned humans always ruined it SOMEHOW. Hohum. Pace would quicken though when an awkward howl seemde to bounce its way to the Tsar. Brows furrowed, a look of mild confusion and bemusement. Tha fuck? Were one of the pups trying to howl? Was something wrong? Hind legs thrusted him off towards there temporary home,[c]
(09:59:17) Drakov: only to come to a grinding hault when Cort came into view. He stopped.. Stared.. Then busted out laughing. Well.. Only for a second. But it was enough! "Zere.. Somesing .. wrong.. Cort?" Gaze would flicker about in search of whatever monster he'd assumed beckoned the Tsar's assistance.[e]

(10:05:41) Cortés winced at his own horribly howl. Screechy and not full of baritone at all. In fact, whe a Tsar did come by, ONLY TO LAUGH, Cortes would clear his throat, embarressment coating his eexpression. "Ah, mi rey pálido," he paused and moved forward, bowing his skull in respect. "Nothing is ddire. However I wished to speak with you about finding a place to live. This place...it is temporary, si, but now we must make arrangements." He lifted a paw, sweeping it gently around the area. "We need better protection. I wish to come with you to find a suitable place for la familia, por favor." He'd await a response.

(11:46:51) Valiria. After last night's messing about Val wasn't too sure if she was welcome, or not quite, in the pack's courtyard. The Tsars had gone off to sleep before she could've been judged, as Cort had said they would. So, gal had slept near the outskirts of the group, making sure not to be intruding, but not to be completely out of it either. Perhaps in the morning, someone would tell her whats up, or challenge her to another brawl! OH how she loved the opportunity to sibnk her teeth into th eflesh of another, to tug, rip, and to improve her own physical being. Her reasons for self improvement were odd, but in the end it did good, so it didn't matter much. Valiria woke to the sound of a, rather odd howl. She got up, shoulder a bit sore after yesterday, and trotted up to Cort, who had been the source of it, only to find one of the great white kings from lat night. "Well, hello." she yawned a bit, just waking up and all.

(12:08:08) Zodiak returned to the log a little shaken up. Distractions of the mysterious dog from last night flooding his mind. She wanted his Nida... she was HIS but something told him her desparation was legit; she really wanted to find the sweet, beautiful wolfess that had saved her life. A groan slipped his jaws as he approached, unfamiliar howl flooding his ears. It wasn't the source that was unfamiliar but he'd never heard cort howl before. Veering 'round the log he'd spot the culprit along with his king and hmm... who was she? It seemed zod was always away for new members. Tension carried him to her first, haclkes puffed up along his back as nose warily traced her figure. He'd give a quick glance to drak and cort, respectively, a minute growl rumbling deep in his chest. Sneeze broke his focus on her and he'd trail to drak, his demenor flipping like a switch as tail fanned excitedly and he dropped below his chin to nuzzle and lick. With drak (and nida), he was a puppy greeting his master, to all the others, well he wasn't as friendly. Tail thumped relentlessly before he'd had enough of all that. He'd rise to glance at drak for a moment, needing to tell him about the other dog he found but holding off for now. Gaze would dully shift to cort curious as to what was going on.

(12:13:55) Drakov: Toothy smirk highlighted the bastards features, single brow still raised as he looked over the man. Though his humor dwindled when Cort elaborated his intentions. "Da.. I know.." He as beyond ready to move. Quit frankly he was ready to go back to Cascades, but.. There was no way all that snow was gone in only a week. Sigh. Regardless he needed to focus on the now, here. And right here, right now, they weren't in a favorable position. This offered little to nothing. No protection, far to close to the road. The likelyhood of prey being here was slim. Not with so many quirky humanistic things in every god damn direction! No.. They needed to move away from it all if they were going to find prime realistate. Val's presence drew the Tsars attention upward, eyes flicking to the woman before lip curled. Though his features did not contort into any snarl or growl, and his overall demeanor came off as blank or calm, that soundless curl of lip still read as a mild snarl. Disturbed only by a flicking of his tongue. "Tell me about zis one.. Has she 'ad her initiation? Vhat do you sink about her? Is she vorthy?" Beckoning questions strang out to the male before him, curious as to what he thought given he'd braught her back. Curious as to Cort's capability in terms of ... handling things on his own. Peaked interested faded at Zod's arrival, tail raising to wag mildly behind him as lip curled and teeth split to mouth the licking male in the face. Nothing particuarly rough, more light play than anything, but it was kept fairly neutral. "Zod.. Ve are going to search for new land. I hope you will join us?" More like YOU'RE GOING TO JOIN US. But he didn't bother speaking in command. He was quit confident the young lad would heed him no questions asked.

(12:26:06) Cortés turned his skull, eye looking over th newest indivdual. "Si, she is quite a handful." He smirked as hhe gazed uponn the woman. "She iseager to learn, just as I wwas when I met mi maestro." When another was seen, Cortes moved to look upon the man. Zodiak. He smiled, his tail wagging furiously behind him. "Come meet la chica." He would back up a bit, almost as if he was presenting the woman on display. "I brought her for judgement. She has passed my tests, but has she passed yours?" He'd let the Tsar be the judge of that. So while the man thought it out, Cortes would move toward Zod, a grin in place. "Mi amigo, we are off to find a place to call our own. Join us, si?"

(12:38:10) Valiria. The unkown male, who seemed to be part of the pack by the way he smelled and was regarded by the other members, was met with a curt nod. Val didn't take his distatse with her personally, she didn't expect anyone would be terribly ecstatic to have her about, given their current state. Her attention then shifted to the Tsar, a proud smile and head held, reasonably high to show her confidence, but not enough to show any kind of dominance or disrespect. As Cort spoke, Valiria couldn't help but feel a bit of pride swell in her chest, shown with a wag with her sickle tail. She understood circumstances were different, the playfully agressive demeanor and activity that was about yesterday was no longer there today, so Val would keep quiet, past introductions, until judgement was passed. "Valiria" she said, cheerfully accented voice and all.

(13:00:25) Zodiak would stiffen as drak mouthed him, tail thumping even more feverishly. The boy straightened up some as business was proposed. A new home, yes that's exactly what he wanted. Ths log was vulnerable... and not very permanant in his eyes. They needed a strong sound place to bed the pups. Nod would be directed to his king, and then cort , "Of course..." he'd add quietly, gaze turning to the female-- Valiria? was her name? hmm ok. "and will ms. valiria be joining us as well?" he'd question curiously. It wasn't meant to be mean or disrespectful, he was honestly just wanting to know if this unfamiliar canine would follow. With a light sigh he rose, muscles giving way to a hearty shake. Ready to go.

(13:14:50) Nida arrived on the scene promptly, saturated from the merciless tumble of rain. She stopped abruptly at the sight of Val, the she-wolf she'd seen with chocolate thunder -- er, Cortes, she meant-- then gawked to Drak, Zod, and chocolate thunder himself! Her tail sank to her ankles, imbibing while on sensory input overload. Huh .. At a genial distance with her companions and newbie ... ? she reclines gingerly, and lofts a glance. Nida does not speak up for there was too much happening at once to consider bringing to the fore of her current findings.. A couple moments were used in rumination, wondering great and many things ..

(13:21:36) Drakov: Body shook it'self out in response to Cort's words. Like every other newbie, she would be watched and judged accordingly, but Drak chosen to adheed to Cort's claim. Afterall, between him and Zod they were both on there way to rising amongst the ranks. Title status garnered far more control than mere Sluzhit or Soldat. He needed to know he could entrust such a thing to the both of them. Head tilted in a mild nod to Cort before gaze shifted to Val. "She vill be accompanying us, else she loose her worth. Cort. I'd like you to head Acrossed ze road, but be carefull. See if it lead to open land or civilization. Ve will be heading west." As his final words ushered forth, attention geared back to Zod and there new comer. As well as.. Oh. A Nida in the foreground. Smirky pecked at the corner of his maw. "Let's go." Haunches thrusted him forward, and OUT INTO THE VAST WILDERNESS. ADVENTURE.

(13:38:23) Valiria. Gal nearly lept to chase after Drak. Oh she was just so excited, Cort's words had motivated her so. And to find new territory? Equally es exciting! Valiria was determined to prove her worth and show them how great she was, or rather, could be! So tail waggging, husky mix trailed after the Tsar, violet eyes scannign the horizon for possible dens, and possible denizens. Maybe they'd encounter an agressive pack, or individual on the way! Nothing like a good ol' fight to hone in her skills and improve her self. "Of we go, eh mates?" Val coughed, a bit, reining in her excitement, she didn't want to seem like a goofy nut in front of the king. So Val pressed on, senses focus on the environm,ent around them, ready on the attack, and eager to find a suitable place for the pack.

(13:41:08) Zodiak shifted his gaze to cort as drak gave order. Momentary distraction entering the picture. Just the woman he was looking for. Light steps carried him to his love, muzzle nudging her softly before gaze hardened for a moment, "I need to speak with you later..." they were about to depart but when things calmed down he'd need to ask her about the events that took place last night. It had him worried for her and he wanted her aware should he not be around. Draks call had him quickly nudging her before turning to follow suite. Gaze would cast over shoulder to ensure she was indeed coming before he'd trail silently after the Tsar and val. Time to find a safe place to sleep at night.

(14:01:07) Nida gave a dumbfounded look toward the newbie. " We're not mates," she said, misconstruing its context unfortunately. Sigh! The lingo was going straight over this one's head. Her glassy eyes then find Zod, consternation in full force. " Okay .." was her relent, instead of asking a mouthful upon mouthful of questions. The impish smirk from the great white and fluffy marshmellow sent an innate shiver trailing down the length of her spine, which called upon a brisk shake of her sodden self. " We must be careful .. there are .. many wolves here..." More than what Cascade has! It was disconcerting and yet heightened her enthusiasm all the same.

(14:01:22) Dermo:. Since failing his mission the day before, that being to 'catch fish' for the pack -as Drak had said to do, little tyke had returned to the den upon nightfall so to rest and recooperate. Today? He'd return to his fishing spot to try again. But not until after he slipped towards one of the log-den's openings to quietly creep on the family's current conversation. Something of.. finding them a more suitable place to reside? A new den, perhaps? Interesting. Dermo would have willingly made his presence known; however, he didn't want his failure to be openly known. And so, he'd wait for the group's departure before departing himself. Towards the pond, or river/stream, he went, knowing not the actual size of the body of water. Only that it was close. And there, fishing attempts would resume.

(14:04:19) Drakov: Snort ushered out, footsteps paused mommentarily, so sights could shift back to the overly eager woman bouncing up behind him. A momments stare was given, obvious contemplation in his own noggin! "Val.. Go with Cort. You are to do whatever he says, understand?" Passing on the reins there. Not like Val was some hugely abnormal newbie compared to all the rest! But. He'd put little into her. Not initiation, not a fight. Far as he was concerned, she was basically Cort's responsibility until he deemed otherwise. Though it was pretty safe to say it was all for the sake of testing Cort. "Come now."

-----group split and travel----

(14:10:42) Drakov: Pace was quick to take over, though the duo that followed was regarded with the occassional glance. He wasn't entirely certain Zod had gone on about, but it didn't mean he hadn't heard it. "You can talk." Blunt little bit of input there. It wasn't as though they were on some super secret missions. To be frank, they were just scoping out the land. Figuring out where things were, if there was anything worth there time. Or if they had a better chance of fucking surviving in the snow riddled lands of Cascades! PFFT. Having 0 knowledge of the land, Drak opted for the easiest route until a mental map could be more appropriately developed. Nostrils flared, the annoying human boundary of fence used as his personal bread crumb trail. Not that he had a huge desire to be anywhere near anything human but.. It was better than a road, and it served the purpose of preventing them from getting lost. Though paw steps slowed when a wall of rock came into view. His fast paced run turning more into a fading trot. "Hrm... Be careful... Bears." Blunt, sure but he assumed they'd know. Rocky hide outs were bears favorite resting place. Nose poked about in search of territory boundaries, or a den worth there wild.

(14:24:54) Zodiak was quick to trot after drak, trying to keep pace at a relative distance to avoid collision should the brute suddenly stop. Pace settled into groove and he'd even out with nida after draks comment. "There is something..." His words in response to drak but he looked to nida as they trailed along. "There was a dog..." He'd pause "Looking for you." Gaze was set on nida, worry and fear lingering but perhaps she could clarrify things to ease his mind. He'd keep pace, gazing around these strange new lands riddled with an unfamiliar scent that made his hairs stand on end. "Drak...What smells so...." nose wrinkled and he'd shake his head. God it was horrible. He much preffered the smell of carrion or moldy mushrooms to this god awful stench. He'd slow as drak did, nose tilting to gaze over the wall of rock nearby. He'd take a couple steps towards it out of curiosity, tail curled upwards as nose reached toward the rock fortress before he'd sneeze and turn back, trotting towards search party. Now was not the time to look for trouble, just a home. The place didnt seem to smell like bear but that didn't mean they weren't there. Perhaps best to keep going to find somthing perfect for their family.

(14:34:22) Nida gawked toward Drak. She could have pegged him, if he didn't have two rocks and a pillar between his legs, for a old lady; he's so nosy. Anyway she followed with the small group west, far beyond what her feet have traipsed. Nida's gaze meandered over toward Zod with profound bewilderment, " why would a dog be looking for me? " Her paces slowed a bit, however not drastically, pondering for a period of time, growing steadily worrisome. Her nose picked up on humans. She'd never encountered them .. conscious per se, though she stunk of them with the process of her relocation completed! " And so are mountain lions." A frown weighed her expression .. and then some. She wasn't a fan of big cats- they're so .. pretentious.

(14:46:03) Smug had been snoozing in the morning sun when awakened by pack activity. Head lifted and eyes watched as parties convened and then split, heading off into the wilderness. Wonder what that was about. Eyes scanned the area to see who had all gone only to find that the majority had left. Hunt? Stomach grumbled at the idea of food. Hmmm no. She was sure that the Tsar would have enlisted all the help he could for something like that, which included her. Paws stretched forward and neck craned back to stretch. The feeling was semisweet as satisfying joint pops were heard but scabs insisted on reopening. Would she ever be rid of them? Not to mention that throbbing in her side... It might have been healed already had the woman not pushed herself and traveled and hunted with barely any rest to find her pack after the avalanche. And then there was that doggy pile yesterday. That was fun! Ghost of a smile touched her lips at the memory. That was the first time she'd had fun in... well, ever. And one of two memories she could look back and smile on, the other being her acceptance into Vechnyy. Mind was pulled back to reality as she stood and decided to follow them. Setting herself into an easy trot so as to work her muscles without the pain in her side being too much, she followed the scent of the Tsar. As she neared the trio, the stink of humans was evident. This put all of her senses and muscles into overdrive as body tensed and on alert. Pace slowed as she fell into view, not wanting to frighten them, they also seemed to be tense. "May I join you?" Her words were confident. Since the stench of human filled her nostrils, she worried for her Tsar, even though he was strong and could fend for himself, it didn't hurt to have a bodyguard. Smug would give her life for any of her new family.

(15:12:02) Drakov: Lip curled in distate, the scent definately noticed but frankly it wasn't something that popped out as distinctly as it had his companions. Popped out, sure. But he was long beyond used to it. Hohum. Regardless, the mass amount of obnoxious this played carried was to much. "Da... Let's move on..--" Just as paws aimed to motion him onward, Smug's arrival braught him to pause. Oh good. Glad to see so many were so eager to partake. "But of course." Head would tilt northward bound, ushering the group to proceed. "Ve are going to follow zis mountain, so we don't get lost." Not that explaination was in order, considering he was already trotting along! But it seemed appropriate to fill them in rather than just lead a bunch of blindly following canines. As for Nida and Zod... well.. He was indeed nosey! Aything said caused ear tufts to twitch curiously. "How are you healing, Smug?" Pace proceeded in a trot once again, but this time he allowed a less awkward wave to wash over the duo dragging in the back, and conversing about whatever. He'd make conversation with Smug! YUP. HI HELLOW HOW ARE YOU. This is wierd cuze talking but ya know. Gotta be sly and pretend i'm not creepin in on there conversation.

(15:29:56) Zodiak sighed at nida's comment. It didnt' enstil confidence in the boy. How was he supposed to feel good about some stray dog looking for her, if the thought didn't strike any notes? He'd move to clarrify, "Apparently..." gaze would side glance to her "You saved her life..." as they trotted on he'd leave another clue to her description "Tawny dog... looks like drak but with a tail...covered in scars" He didnt note the collar because he wasn't really sure what to call it. Another human tool he'd had no experience with. God what was her name... As they came to a pause in their travels "Molly!" the suden rememberance was to elicit his outburst. A momentary change of direction was given toward smug as she approached. Nidas presence kept his mood in check as he approached her, sniffing at open scabs before tongue would lick across them--if allowed--. This was yet another unfamiliar to him but drak's calm attitude toward her had him relax as well. "Feel free" tail would sway before he turned to continue on their trek. He'd continue to sniff around until they reached yet another small cave-like structure. It was small and reeked with the scent of other wolves. Hackles rose as he moved about the small space "drak..." he'd snort "i dont know about this place..." Too close for comfort if you asked him.

(15:40:17) Nida scented to acquaint herself with the trails and narrow down any. Fortunately and unfortunately? none has given her any incentive to nose and trace. Her head raised to the copious description Zod gave, and across her visage came a sliver of recogition. The name was the straw that broke the camel's back. " Molly ..?" Her chest ached with pangs she hadn't felt .. in an age! Why, she thought the little shit had died from the quills or .. blinded by a skunk -- anything amounting to anticlimatic. An ear swung toward the cadence of self-assurance, and eventually her head, to another. Judging by Drak's passive and nary to care and Zod licking the other's malady, she was part of the group or someone of importance; and regardless of this notion, a ounce of unease qualmed her stomach, causing her to look on with guarded interest and a bit of insecurity. Cough .. totally not feeling covetous. Swallowing the bile, she spoke with the absence of sourness in her voice, " did Molly say where to meet her ..? Anything?" Eyes flippantly turn to graze some den, and crinkled her nose bespeaking of mistrust, " a pack might live here .. or a bear." Sucks to be a foreigner in a big, big world. Sigh!

(16:00:58) Smug halted as the other male approached her. Poise remained stiff but his posture told he was not meant to harm her. As his tongue came out to touch her cracked wounds, the woman was once again touched by the kindness of this pack. This was the second time another had cleaned her, first being the first time she had met Drak. Never had she known this level of interaction or ability to show that you cared during her life with the humans. She had been born into fighting and that's where she had stayed until her escape. She had been lucky to find Vechnyy first instead of another more aggressive pack. Muscles would soften and her own tongue would offer a thank you lick to the brute's cheek before he pulled away. "My name is Smug," she said in reply to the two's unasked question. Once the male turned away to rejoin Nida, Smug would catch up with Drak to trot alongside him. "It's delayed due to lack of rest, but I don't like missing out on any action." Gaze would turn to him as she answered, a small wink and a lip curled into a smile as she thought of yesterday's play. "Searching for a home I take it? Any luck so far?" She kept pace with him, face turning that into a more serious look as mind turned to the task at hand. Eyes swept the area while nose sniffed. They would be hard pressed to find a suitable place without any sort of fight. Woman rolled her shoulders and readied her game face as they set about exploring some dens. COME AT ME BRO.

(16:07:52) Yucatan had been thrown out of her icy abode way up north thanks to the sudden heat wave, her narrow escape from the avalanche was just the start of her problems; she substained a fracture in her paw. Oh suck it up screamed something in the back of her mind, as lady pressed along down the mountian side however steps slowed at a somewhat familar smell; actually make that smells. Brow raised as woman came to a complete hault allowing the smell to rattle her memory, and soon interest became motivation moving lass further that is until voices were heard then coupled by a few strange faces. All except one the tawny brute that fucked up her face, with slight hesitation she moved towards them gimp and all soon finding words to speak "Avalanche get you too?"

(16:14:00) Drakov: Nose remained down the majority of the time, only shifting when the wind picked up in order to catch any passing scents. Even Smug's presence was no longer focused on, though his gaze did linger to the corner of his eyes when she spoke. Despite the tragedy, and the lengthy period of down time it forced.. Everyone was doing pretty well considering. It'd been 2 weeks, and most everyone but Ghast only had the lingering effects of injury left. Great soreness! Hohum. "Da. Ze log is just..." He'd groan to himself, head shaking and a snort following the motions. Could you be any more dramatic about how fed up you were with it, eh Drak? Pfft. Path came to a hault however, mountain side travels leading them to a fancy dancy little nook along the mountains edge. Hrm... Head shift upright, ear tufts twitching. Truely they faced having to fight for there new home regardless of where they went, or so he'd assume. The only vacant residences were... Well.. Shitty hallowed logs! No thanks. Any good stable territory would no doubt have something to fight off! That being said, he was all to aware the risk living on the mountains burdened. Honestly it wasn't even the cougars or bears that bothered him... It was the idea of another avalanche. Only here it wouldn't be snow.. It'd be pure rock. Hundreds of pounds of rock falling right on your heads. There was no time for escape if that occured. No.. He couldn't be so paranoid.. Such was life! Head shook away the thought, paws motioning him towards the crevice to further inspect. Though just as nose peeked into to give a wiff, an unknown voice stagged his attention. Posture straighted allowing head to snap around and set sights on the woman. Immediate though was Oh look a local! Maybe they knew something! But instead he was struck in the face with a most annoying question. "Da... It did.. Und who are you?" Posture read nothing beyond mild annoyance. Apart from that he was overall neutral, all but a second given to cast the rest of the gang a questioning look. Um.. One of you know her?... Before he could question anything further, a harsh hissing echoed through the den! Paws shuffled, kicking up dust as he backpelled up and away from the hole. Like a bunny he bounced, and what was it that caused the sound!? Some very territorial Wolverines! The pair poked there little heads out the den with more vicious intent than even the brothers could muster. Crazy intense little fucks... Jesus.

(16:40:00) Zodiak stiffined some as the female returned lick to his cheek. He hadn't expected it and with a snort he was trotting back to nida's side to press against her as they moved on. His expression lifted as she repeated the name. Maybe she did know her. Slight nod was given followed by a soft reply, "she just kept asking for you... seemed rather afraid of me and bolted " He left out the fact that he'd been a little extra protective over the mention of nida in the first place and his action were probably the reason the lass was so scared. OH WELL not like he hurt her or anything. "She wasn't far from the log... I might be able to locate her again" he'd gotten her scent before she left so finding her shouldn't be too difficult. He remained fairly quiet for the remainder of the trek, sniffing all about as they had reached the next location on their journy before ear swiveled back and familiar face was noted. He'd peddle up beside drak with emotionless gaze. He wasn't particularily fond of this one but he didn't necessarily hate her either. They'd had their tiff and it was settled. Gaze would shift to drak "She wishes to----" words cut short as attentions shifted parallel with drak to the nearby hissing. Teeth would bare as he took a step back, hackles puffed and head lowered. "Looks like this home is occupied..." he'd add quietly, gaze focussed on immediate threat

(16:47:59) Nida's eyes steady on Drak while he'd braved closer toward the den. She could taste the palpable anticipation as well tension in the air, that she, too, was affected. Plus the jealousy embolden her leery behavior. Snort snort. The husky woman fluffed her guard as an unexpected voice rung out, and her fickle focus pinned itself on the rightly blamed culprit. A slow shake her head conveyed she didn't know this wolf. Nope. But, Nida can't help but to supply a traded look between the stranger and Zod and the nature of their relationship. It was reassuring he wasn't going to lick her face too .. Just as this thought breached her mind, she'd heard hisses and met them with a resonating snarl. " Even so .. they deserve logs," she spat with spite. Took up all that space for themselves. Mhm. Selfish.

(17:10:12) Smug dipped her head in answer to Drak's unfinished statement about their poor housing situation. She understood what he meant too well. Eyes would rake the area, searching for something they could call home. The mountain of rock made her nervous after the devastation that the avalanche had caused. Muscles tensed automatically and she could see from the tension rolling of Drak that he was probably thinking the same. Further inspection of the area revealed that there were little to no lingering scents of human activity. That was a plus. And the area seemed dense with wildlife to fill their bellies, especially with Spring in full swing. True there were risks of larger predators or other wolf packs but nothing they couldn't handle given their numbers and increasing roster. There didn't seem to be any recent signs of stranger pack activity in the area and she didn't recall passing a scent marking lining a territory. "At least there are no humans about. I don't see any signs of packs either... Maybe some smaller predators though." She had leaned in to murmur her findings to the Tsar, body remaining on high alert. Sensitive hearing caught the approach of another wolf and body whirled to face the newcomer. Lip curled slightly as she was a stranger but it seemed that there was some recognition between her and the brown male. Body stayed close to Drak's, maybe a step in front of him while he addressed her. She would take a bitch out before she even thought of getting at him. Not that he needed protecting but she'd still give it. She had been focused on the female that she hadn't caught the quiet hissing from behind. Drak's ass bumping into her would snap her to attention. Fore paws would lift as body spun to slam them into the ground in front of the wolverines. Smug cursed herself inwardly as she had let a threat get so close. Smug was used to fight rings with single or double targets, not so many players as now. Loud snarl would emit as head lowered to protect neck and teeth would snap at the air between her and the pests.

(17:18:34) Monro peered over the group although main attention flicked between Zodiak and this white mass of fur between them, however when the sound of hissing entered her drums woman to found herself slinking backwards with a snarl caked across lips. "You can call me Cat" she said now peering at the den with a nervous glance, now there was something other than these wolves to worry about; but hopefully they could all work together even if it's only for a moment. Orbs moved towards the tawny boy who went to speak but was also stoped from doing so thanks to the hissing pair that had skittered out "Fuck that" lady proclaimed outwardly now sliding to the side still further away then the group. Orbs moved over each face with a questionable look before words fell from mouth "We doing this or not" before storming at the little pissy little fucks.

(17:28:19) Drakov: Needless to say, now that they were facing off against a couple of very pissy wolverines, his attention had left the unknown woman. Back stepping motion had left ended with him a few feet away, facing off against the vicious shits! Quick on his feet as he always was, though it seemed Smug was eager to jump into things. Even more so.. It took him a momment to notice, but. She seemed to be working like a barricade between him and damn near everything. He wasn't used to that! Honestly he wasn't even sure how to mentally address it. So he opted not to. Instead, zoning on the creatures at hand. Teeth snapped out, drooling dribbling and spraying as he growled out a bark. After clasp of teeth in mid air, the very confidence wolverines, as they always were, took the initiative to charge first! Of all critters these guys were most acceptional. Even he couldn't lie. Paws thrusted him forth, only to shift and skid to the side of one, narily missing a violent snap of teeth that grazed him limb. Paws shuffled him left and right, working to entice it closer only to shift out of the danger zone. When an opportune momment finally presented it'self, whether through it biting out, or the arrival of aonther forcing it to turn, Drak would rear front paws and lash out with a quick cobra like assault. Teeth would snap down on its flank, leaving a sizeable gash, though he didnt keep any sort of hold. Instead, he pulled back. Tongue flicking out to spit tufts of fur from his mouth. Gross. They were to fast, to squirmy, and had to harsh a bite to try and keep a hold some where like that. His face would get torn to sunders!

(17:56:54) Zodiak kept his gaze hard focused on the two crazy critters. He'd growl and snap at the air, leaping back to bark and leaping forward with a snap again. This process repeated itself for some time before he paused to look at the former stranger. Lip would curl before attention returned to the wolverines to see drak begining his own assult. Ok all clear to strike. As drak distracted them zod would leap in from behind striking fangs against flesh in quick, powerful bites before jumping back to avoid any lashing teeth or claws. He'd neglect one of the creatures as it lunged forward to snag his good ear while he'd lunged the other. High pitched yelp was heard and head thrashed before jaws would move to snap at its dangling body. sometimes he'd hit sometimes he'd miss but the damned thing kept its hold, chomping away at his one good ear. Blood flowed down his face as his thrashing increased, becoming more and more frustrated as he bucked around like a bronco.

(18:07:50) Nida's chest rumbled and vibrated with the deep, reverberating noises clamber out her throat, threatening. A hoarseness snuffed to the other snarls and growling arising from the others. As Drak intiated and led the attack, Zod jumping hereafter, she stood, analyze, deduce, and prepare. Though the second badger lunged and went for the ear successfully she looked to Drak, conflicted. Both demanded her help, however supposed the great white was seasoned in the field of combat and had Smug, and thus her decision to come to Zod's rescue! A propel with backlegs and she was bounding straight for the male and badger, teeth bared and aimed for one of the rear legs to the wolverine. She'd latched on and heaved, all the while shaking to and fro with intent to inflict damage. Might accidentally rip off the tip of his ear in her endeavor. But hey, pent up passion gets to vent on something, right? Right. Hurhur. Too bad she's distracted to let her eyes remain peeled on the stranger, worried for for her mister pringles. Oh, and the damn thing kicked her in the eye with its opposite leg. Ow.

(18:27:52) Smug watched Drak movements from her peripherals. They could work together and prove successful, she knew it. She shifted to the opposite side of the beast as it charged, pitting it between her and the Tsar. Glance caught the other wolverine being dealt with by the other duo which meant this one was theirs. "Help them, we got this fucker," she called to the stranger as excitement of the fight coursed her veins. All wounds forgotten while teeth snapped and sharp barks and growls came forth as she matched the movements opposite her. The beast scrabbled as it snapped out at her then swinging quickly to fend off Drak's advances as well. The two couldn't get close so Smug decided to take a hit for the team knowing it would open the Tsar to a nice opportunity. Skirting it more so as to have the den almost at her back, head would suddenly strike out at its face as it followed her. It was probably a stupid move but with Drak also providing enough distraction, woman would clamp teeth down around it's muzzle and jaws would clench to hold it. Smug could feel its claws as they dug into her face and neck, growls of determination and pain leaking out, but she refused to yield. This allowed the Tsar to land a hit on its flank. As it recoiled from his hit and closer to her, Smug would take this moment to roll, her hold allowing her to twist the beast with her. Claws would catch at her nostrils as she flipped it on its back, forcing her to let go and snort blood everywhere. Fucking prick. Woman finished her barrel roll and jumped to her feet, hoping that she had provided Drak (or the stranger should she have joined their fight instead of Zod and Nida's) with ample opportunity to strike at the underbelly, flailing limbs, or flank.

(18:38:20) Monro was to focused on the ongoing fight that she regretfully entered into even if it would lead to some much needed entertainment, watching as the wolves around her took turns snapping at the wolverines and she was in the thicket. Ah here was her opportunity to strike she thought watching as the ashen fem bravely went into a barrel roll with the creature, lunging forward jaws aimed for its stomach snapping quickly at any space provided. Heavy strikes were then aimed at failing limbs as low growls escaped from her rattling her chest; eye shutting closed shielding optics from the onslaught of claws that were marring her face. As annoyance grew so did rage, her jaws aimed to capture one of the limbs hoping to break not so fragile bones in retribution for the scars that were just dealt.

(18:43:40) Drakov: Glances were passed to all about, but for the most part his attention was settled nicely on there opponent. Snapping occured a time or two, tufts of fur removed until it seemed Smug had a game plan of her own. The momment it's muzzle was nabbed, Drak pushed forth, teeth aiming to clamp across the base of it's skull, just behind the ear. Like playing Dance Dance Revolution, his paws shuffled benieth him, only to shuffle him back when Smug rolled to expose sensative areas. He was half expecting feet and claws to the face but instead Monro's attack to it's gullet left him unscathed. In that momment vicious violent jerks were administered. Thrashing head back and forth like swinging around a tug toy. Only.. It didn't swing. No instead his harsh thrashing simply broke it's neck! With a crack, likely mixed between the limb Monro was occupy and his snapping neck, would echo forth just prior to body falling limp. Gaze shifted up to meet Smug as teeth unclasped from there hold, a split second glance given before the tussle of Nida and Zod was acknowledged once more. Damn, right. TALEHO! With a kick off the earth, the male charged into the scene, critter dangling in the air by Zod's ear and Nida trying to pull it away. Sorry there Zod buttt... Rather than a slightly torn ear its about to be shredded! For Drak charged in no sign of stopping. Why bother when he could take advantage? Teeth split, head lowering level with frame so that as he snapped down on it's exposed belly/side, shoulder could ram Zod away, detatching the creature from him as swiftly as possible! Otherwise the act of it tearing through would be slow and agonziing. So ya know.. Drak being the SO NICE SWEET GUY HE IS. Got it over quickly! Ramming action did not cease his movements, for the momment contact was made he twisted skull the opposite direction to rip open its gullet using the mommentum behind his run. It allowed no reaction time on the wolverines part to lash out wit dem claws cuze fu you ain't gettin' my eyeballs.

(19:05:20) Nida's teeth dug straight into the flesh of the hindquarter of the obsolete thing, cleaving tight onto the ear of Zod. Another swift kick and a nice frittles was supplied over one of her reflexively closed eyes, like bam! and she'd totally foreseen that coming. But then Drak had to bring his marshmellow ass and steal the glory from these two, with step in. Great. How were these two suppose to gain experience if they were enabled? Drak barged in suddenly and clamped onto the badger thing's side, and making all variety of shenanigans, which left her with no choice but to let go. Zod's ear -- unfortunately, as Nida tried to prevent -- was ruined, and housing leftover frustration, she lurched forward to go for the badger by slamming her lard behind into him and veer him ways - just a little - off course before he could get to the danger turned play toy. Wolverine sport!

(19:26:43) Smug Satisfied smirk spread across bloody lips to reveal ivories filed to points. The other two had made quick work of the prick once she'd flipped it like a turtle. Tongue ran across bloodied nose before retreating with its metallic taste. Look what that fucker did to my face?! Cheeks and muzzle were riddled with deep and shallow cuts from the skirmish. Puncture wounds on neck had also caught claws and reopened with new scratches added. It was worth it though. Eyes lifted to meet the Tsar's gaze with her own, small nod was given before they turned to see how the others were faring. She watched as Drak dove into the fray once more, though she was certain with the hold the others already had on it, they wouldn't need her help. Attention was then turned to the stranger with a guarded look. "Who are you?" she asked, not angrily or offensively, more neutral than anything. Nose would dip to sniff at the carcass while tongue swiped the blood that was dripping from nose once more. Damn that's annoying. Teeth parted to clasp around the wretched thing's neck. Another glance at the stranger before Smug made her way over to the others with the limp body.

(19:48:04) Sylvia was awakened by the sound of some sort of commotion going on just outside, and her first thought was that Baxter had come back. Her lip curled, and the irritation that had accompanied her since their first pilgrimage to the mountain flared to life. Little mind was paid to her sleeping children--truth be told, she often forgot they were there at all--as she slunk out of the den, head hung low over her scabbed, bloodstained neck. By now, her collar was filthy and crusted over with old blood, though that too was something she often forgot was there at all. How lucky, then, that she had not managed to catch a glimpse of her reflection to see how Falcor had marked up her face. Yet, instead of seeing Baxter's wretched face, she saw strangers with dogs dotted among them. For a moment she stood there and stared, eyes flicking between them as she struggled to comprehend the scene before her. The only other dog she had met was Svieta, and it made no sense in her mind to find more here, so far from the basement and the fighting ring. Something like fear lanced through her heart. "What is this?" Sylvia demanded shrilly. "Why are you here? Go back! Get back! I'm done with you! No more!" Of course they were here to take her back to the darkness and the cage and the wooden stand. Wretched beasts. Filthy, abhorrent creatures.

(19:52:40) Monro: Unlatched jaws from her now lifeless target orbs moving over the ivory giant who dealt the blow as if he himself where the reaper, moving towards next target with precise determination; he even saved her from losing an eye. What a guy. Gushing for a moment stuck within her own thoughts snapping back at the sound of the ashen woman's voice, head turned slowly as lady let out an embarrassed chuckle "I suppose it'd help if I introduced myself to someone I fight beside. I am Monro, and what might your name be?" She too allowed tongue to wipe away the crimson droplets that ran down her face, eye squinting at her image shielding the optics from being blinded; "Damn thing nearly got my eye" she said now snarling lightly. As blood let up orbs fully opened to examine the girl before her, though when an unfamiliar voice hit drums woman peered upwards squinting again looking round as if confused "Did you live in there with those@those gremlins?!"

(19:54:42) Malika had been hiding away in the den for most of the day. In all honesty, her brief stint as a wanderer had been as short-lived as it was interesting - which just goes to show how utterly boring it was. Sure, Linus had promised to let her have his ears, but that didn't seem to mean very much in the scheme of things, because now the kid was gone and his ears had gone with him. Ah well. When mother up and left, so did little Malika. Whether this was because she had some sort of insatiable desire for excitement that only an adventure outside could cure, or simply because she felt the need to follow after mother like the little lost lamb that she truly was, it was hard to tell. Either way, she toddled along like a lost shadow, all eager eyes and excited expressions. Who were these people? Why did they make mom so frantic? The answers would surely come, but for now Mali just stood and blinked from her mother's shadow.

(20:05:30) Baxter'd left in a state of true ire last night. Sylvia's flashing teeth and cruel words had sent him reeling, and he'd taken off to think. On that morning, though, he'd woken with an exceptional feeling of resolve. No matter what it would result in, he knew he'd have to return to his dog and his children. He'd procured a bobcat in its prime as a gift to the woman, and he edged carefully down the rocky face of the mountain's foothill before arriving beside the mouth of the group's home. He saw her there, and he dropped the prey--poor, worthless thing had hardly fought--and then, he turned his head to study the courtyard. There he found an assembly of strangers, and whether Sylvia permitted it or not, he would hem against her to stand at the den's shadowed entrance.

(20:06:46) Drakov: Paws dragged mildly acrossed the ground, creature released from both ends it would seemed and dropped to the floor. Stupid wolverines.. Go figure of all things expected, that would be what came toddling out after them. Pfft. Ohwell. It was over and done with, which meant he could now address whoever this Monro woman was right? RIGHT? wrong.. For after a thorough shake out, and lick of bloodied teeth, a woman and child poked there selves into view. To top it off, she went to bantering a whole lot of nonsense that simply made him tilt his head and quirk a brow. Well.. Alright then.. Was someone schrizophrenic? I think so. Rump settled to the earth below, several feet from the entrance and the apparent.. Owners of the residence. He hadn't a chance to really look inside, so it only made sense he'd not seen them. Chuffing bark would be the only sound given for the time being, paired with backwards nod of skull to usher his companions behind him. Come along there chittlins! Don't crowd don't crowd. Eyes took a momment to linger over the scene, to which only seemed to grow in size when a male shuffled his way into sights. Sort of.. "I can azzure you, I vant nossing to do with you. Relax." Tone matched the rest of him and his usual demeanor. Blunt and calm, neutral overall.

(20:43:40) Zodiak flailed about as the damned thing had his ear. Nida was noted, however even though her actions were to help he'd snarl in pain as the sharp teeth dug deeper into the flesh; tugging left and right. His head seemed to shake with the momentum of nida's thrashing like a rag doll as the rest of his body jumped about. gdi.... This all went on for what seemed longer to him than anyone else until heavy ramming force was felt and he was sent flying with a yelp. upon rising there was a burning sensation and blood dribbling down his cheek. He couldnt see the shreaded ear but upon shaking and flinging blood in a wolf sized radius, it was pretty obvious it'd happened. Gaze would observe nida and drak for a moment, shifting from them to monro and smug. hmm he really should introduce ...--- Oh nevermind. Problem solved. Incesant yelling was heard and zod turned attention with a growl, gazing toward the den to see another gathering of canines. OBOY. The one was yelling random 'get out of here' phrases and zod tilted bloodied head before shifting to stand beside drak as he posted, "We took care of your pest problem" he'd half joke, shaking his head again and probably spreading the bloodied mess onto his Tsar's white coat.

(21:04:58) Smug.Before having grabbed the wolverine corpse and moved over to the others, "Smug," was offered in reply to the female's question. Once nearer to the trio, broken carcass was dropped as head whipped around to assess the newcomers. It seemed they had been trespassing after all. They should really learn to mark their borders better. Hackles raised as tongue swiped at the bloodied nose once more. Drak in her peripherals motioned her over and woman conceded. Without turning her back on the woman and child, Smug would step backwards until fur brushed the Tsar's side. This contact was to let him know she was there for him whether he needed her or not. It was also to assure herself that he was there and some of the tension drained. To the side and slightly back she halted, hackles lowering as she took lead from him. Attention turned to the male as he made his way to his family. Smug wondered how the Tsar would proceed, and more importantly what the other male would do. Lip curled slightly to reveal a single filed incisor at the tawny male's joke. Haha good one.

(21:14:28) Sylvia paid no mind at all to the daughter that toddled out after her. There were too many people here, and she was finding it difficult to breathe. "Quiet! Quiet!" she shrieked, wild-eyed as she struggled to watch all of them at once. "Liar. Disgusting, despicable thing. Enough! I've had enough!" Whatever was said to her went in one ear and out the other as she worked herself up further into a desperate, fear-induced frenzy. She would not have noticed Baxter at all if it was not for the scent of blood that heralded is arrival, and for a heartbeat or two she seized him with her eyes, unable to process whether she was relieved or even more panicked to see him. "Too many," she muttered darkly. "Too many too many."

(21:28:46) Baxter did not like the scene that even now began to unfold. Sylvia was panicking, the girl Malika hiding behind her legs; and now a dog with a curious accent declared that he was disinterested with the small family. Baxter's thoughts were those of grim concern, and as his beau's last uttered words caught his ears, he could not help but agree. "What is this, and why is my wife so afraid?" Sylvia was, of course, not his wife--but these halfbreeds did not need to know that. His tone was not yet one of aggression, though it carried some undertone of steady command. He did not prefer to act as a leader, but he would certainly act as a protector.

(21:09:59) Monro granted the woman a light nod as her name was added to the memory vault for later, however when another showed lady too followed in suit after the ashen fem; though she kept a reasonable distance, cause personal space and stuff like that. For some reason or another she felt at ease with the wolves around her, mostly with knowing the ivory giant was built like a wall. However when ----

(21:39:54) Drakov: Lip curled in a bit of disgust. Gross.. And people thought he was fucking wierd? Far as he was concerned this was far worse. Not that that said much considering he didn't see a thing wrong with himself! Eyes would finally roll, head craning back so as to nudge along the following band of a gang southward. Not neccessarily expecting much distance out of them, but.. He was ready to leave before shit hit the deep end. "I've said exactly what... I suggest fixing your.. thing there.. Else it get her killed." He certainly wasn't far off. But why wouldn't he be? Apparently there were assumptions being tossed at him from not one but both beings! He was after her? Coming to get her? He'd done something to stir up her frantic nonsense attitude? No. No he had not, but if they wanted to act in such a way he could certainly ablidge! Past instances said otherwise, so he assumed such was not the case. Hohum.. How ignorant.

(21:45:32) Sylvia kept freaking out la la la

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(21:53:25) Drakov: Shoulders rolled a grunt given, as he departed the scene and led the marry band homeward bound! "Let's go.. It's getting dark."

(22:01:08) Zodiak gave another solid shake of his bloodied head before blank gaze was given to the strange den inhabitants. Drak's command had him rolling eyes and following suit, making sure to give nida a good nudge and lick to her cheek before he'd trail off after drak. Nose grasped the trail as they went, tail swishing happily despite the blood staining his cheek from shredded ear. As the liquid drained down he'd continue to shake, flinging blood left and right. He needed it to stop, it was begining to get on his nerves. As they approached the dreaded log he'd sigh, assuming a good place to plant ass to dirt before watching the approach of the others.

(22:13:37) Nida cocks her head side wise so as to let the blood drawing from her eye injury dribble off to the side; she could scant see through it, with it bleary and all. The encounter was nothing more than a mere ghost of her memory, pushed to the farthest recesses of her mind. Zod nudging into her face and licking her cheek earned a gruff noise eliciting from her person. Arriving to their temporary stay, she, without ceremony, lowers onto her stomach with a huff. Never in her findings has she discovered maladjusted dogs .. and to be so openly defenseless ..? tch .. Nida curled in on herself, spent.

(22:36:09) Smug stared at the woman who seemed crazier than her. Was that was she was like when she went on her own episodes? No wonder Drak had choked her, she would have choked herself. UGH. Disgust was clear on the woman's face before the Tsar turned to head back to the temporary home. Stupid log was musty and full of bugs. Small sigh was uttered followed by a tongue swipe across bloodied nose. Would it ever stop bleeding? Eyes lowered to regard the broken bodies that had initiated the fight. Lip curled in annoyance before reluctantly grabbing the corpse that made her bleed. Waste not, want not. Seemed no one had grabbed the other one though. If she could carry them both she would have but these pricks were bigger than her usual prey. Gaze found Monro and head motioned for her to grab the other one. It wasn't a command, more of a 'please' could be read in woman's eyes. One last glance was spared for the crazy family before she took off after the others. Good riddance. Ribs had begun to throb once more during the trek home and multiple times woman had to pause and drop the meal because the blood soaked her nose and made it hard to breathe. Finally she dragged it into their territory and dropped it by the log before planting her sore ass down. Man she ached all over. Those ribs were seriously annoying the shit out of her. Tongue lolled out as she panted. Smug probably looked like a roughed up thug with both fresh and dried blood matting the fur on her face, neck, chest, and legs, yet on her face sat a satisfied smirk. Man she loved a good fight.

(22:45:10) Monro graciously obliged picking up the second carcass and following after the group like an obident child, no reason to stick around for Miss crazy to rub some of that shit on her. Nope. Squinting so that eye wouldn't be flooded by blood trickling down, stopping as Smug did making sure the woman could continue; soon enough the group met their obvious destination. Lass however stayed only moments away not wanting to intrude on anyone's space no reason to step on toes, carndial gaze moved towards Smug as if awaiting some sort of invite; instead woman dropped the carcass and bounced it towards the girl. Orbs then rolled over the group words fumbling from mouth "I think I owe the lot of you an explaination, to my uh sudden appearence."

(22:49:38) Drakov: Pale bastard came to a grinding hault when .... there.. home.. Was finally in reach. Groal ushered out, though it wasn't like the gang had come across anything suitable anyways. Pfft. Having rimmed YS's fence border, only to stumble apon a mountain slope that reaked of human kind and held no sign of nearby prey. Simply to stumble apon.. whatever the fuck that was? The little brawl with the wolverines was fun enough, but even that couldn't be enjoyed. Bastard usually held no concern for injuries, but after sitting around for 2 weeks BECAUSE of injuries, unable to hunt or find a new home.. Yea no thanks. Not until they were home! STOMP! That concept alone was probubly the only thing that kept him from lashing out on the white male and his schizophrenic friend. Meh.. We can deal with that kind of nonsense later. What point was there stirring up a brawl with a couple creeps when you weren't even interested in the location. Mind wondered over these thoughts, the likes of which only amped frustration within. He was highly disliking this low level attitude... Hrm. Every face present was given a momments glance, a chance to steer away from his feelings. Though it did little good. So with a shake of head he strolled to the pond for a nice soak. Mm. Good swim always put him at ease.

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Post by dermo on May 14, 2015 5:27:23 GMT

Team Fish

Dermo:.
Since tasked with the mission of 'catching fish' earlier in the day, the young man of piano-key coloring had yet to return to his beloved log-den home. Task was simple. To do a thing that the hulking whelp had never since done before. Easy, right?! He had heard of this.. 'fishing', though had never witnessed how it was done or had ever a chance to practice. Still, determination was apparent as he stomped towards the only known source of nearby liquids. The little pond, or stream, he knew not how large the body of water was. After 'rounding the log home before departing and attempting to catch mice -which he failed in doing, Dermo quickly set foot towards the forest's edge. Where some more mice were found, and a litter of newborns devoured. Thereafter, it was actually off towards the stream where mission awaited. And once there? He paused at the water's edge, toes tickling its' surface where it met the rocky shore. Gaze observed the mass, watching as small minnows swam by and were spooked by the movement. But they were not large enough to be made a meal. SIGH. What do what do what do. Vision scanned the surrounding area as thoughts rolled on eagerly within brain. What do.

Yusef:.
Yusef's body was still sore and his face would likely be permanently disfigured, but he was feeling much better in hindsight. He toddled along--the largest, though not fattest--of the remaining pups, he moved with a swaggering confidence that seemed far too old for far too younga pup. Time to fish! He'd only managed to catch a fish once before...Okay fine, so it was a guppy. But he needed practice and he wanted to practice so practice he would! Imagine his surprise when he saw Dermo glaring at the waters edge. This territory was new and exciting but also a little intimidating, and though he'd never probably say it, he was a little relieved that it was him and not some random passerby.

Dermo:.
Whilst glancing about the surrounding terrain, Yusef was noticed almost instantly when his approach began. He, too, was relieved that it was his brother who advanced. Not because he feared the presence of an outlander, because he didn't -also given the fact that he and dad had 'marked' to keep those unwanteds away!!- but moreso because he and brother dearest had yet to actually bond with one another without the interuption of important lessons being given from the adults. Brain-bound thoughts rolled for a moment, a clear look of deep thought present upon the bastard's facial features. If it were Bable, kid would most likely attack the more frail sister. But as his brother, and with him being a bit further along than himself, it seemed more beneficial to befriend this singular. Especially with the influence of Drakov and Vad's relationship. If it were to be had with anyone, Yusef was the only option. And so, giving chance to a bond, Dermo allowed a sense of... friendliness to wash over his expression. Fluff-lined tail sported a light wag as lips were torn into a grin, paws remaining planted firm beside the river's edge and awaiting Yusef to close the distance. And if he did? Dermo would lean in to bump shoulders aggressively with his sibling, jaws spreading to nibble affectionately, but still rather roughly, on the opposite side of the face from fresh wounds. How was he healing? Own face only sported a long gash across one cheek. A sore which was continuously being reopened by curious tongue and being prevented from properly healing. Nothing horrid. "How do you feel?" he questioned, mocking the manner in which Drak had questioned Ninfa earlier in the day. He'd await the response from brother, testing, waiting to see if this sibling was one to be worth while. Or weither they'd have to duel each other for respect instead.

Yusef:.
Yusef grunted gruffly. His body had been beaten and thrown against the snow and rocks and he'd suffered numerous cuts and bruises, the most prominent being a gash that tore away part of his cute little mug, showing teeth constantly. This would be disfiguring--it'd likely never heal properly. However, it didn't stop him from eating or anything similar, so once the soreness in his body had been dealt with, he seemed to recover fine. Dermo's bites and nibbles were returned with a low growl, huffing slightly as he pressed his chest against him to push stiff-legged closer. "...Fine." he snorted, "..Vhy are you out here?"

Dermo:.
Sense of satisfaction grew in response to Yusef's given reaction, the weight of Dermo's body shoved more towards him as they began to lean against one another. Oh, this was pleasant! Little growl scaled the interiors of the tyke's throat as it was influenced by brother's own, but after an appropriate amount of rough affections were bestowed he cast a few inches of space between them with proud steps. Skull experienced a nod in response to Yus' answer. It was good that he was 'fine', especially after being dealt such a wicked wound as currently seen. It was in no way comparable to the gash Dermo's face held. Not by a long shot. "Tzar said to catch ze fish," he replied as gaze trailed off towards the water's surface again. It was most likely then that a moment of silence would linger, thoughts rolling. There little greeting had proven that their was a possibility of friendship to be had here. Could, perhaps, brother unite to complete the task? Wasn't that another of the Tzar's tasks anyways? Teamwork? "Do you knows how?" he whispered next, side stepping back towards Yus to close their space again. Piano-key colored brat already knew Yusef's swimming abilities were far sharper than his own, and could be hopefully learned from. If Yus knew how to fish as well? Well. He'd have a new fan.

Yusef:.
Yusef's nose wrinkled, which caused a little trickle of fresh blood down his face before the earless pup gave a short huff and stared at the water. "..I can try." he stated then. After all, fishing couldn't be that much different than mole hunting, or bird catching, right? If he could catch birds, he could catch a fish! He puffed his chest out and shook out his legs and paws, still stiff from soreness and aching muscles. The journey had been long and harsh for such a little thing, and it wasn't surprising that the others had perished, though he didn't fully understand the comcept of death being permanent yet. He peered into the water...then made a dive for it!

Dermo:.
Dermo observed the emotion upon Yusef's face closely, even though the presence of the new gash/wound made that more difficult than usual. No matter, for as brother dearest agreed to try assisting with the task, already growing satisfaction levels shot on the rise again. Fluff-lined tail performed a light wag again but found stillness when Yusef leapt for a fish. First response was to waddle excitedly towards the area water met shoreline in an attempt to wait and see if Yus had been successful. So that Dermo could then aid in actually capturing the aquatic creature. If Yusef failed? Dermo would be quick to mimic brother's actions. Spotted paws would lug the child a bit down stream until fishies were found, and without any thought put forward, he'd bound into the shallows after them with jaws spread wide and hopeing for a snag.

Yusef:.
After a few tries at fish wrangling, those slippery bastards seemed to do just that--slip away! He huffed, his frustration growing before he remembered watching a bird spear a fish. The bird had stood in the water, still. So he shuffled into the water and stood as still as a stone, staring down at the water. Slowly but surely, fish grew used to his presence and began to swim lazily around his feet. AND THEN HE DOVE! And this time, he clamped his jaws tight, right onto a juicy fish! HE GOT IT HE GOT IT!

Dermo:.
Own attempts failed as well as the piano-key colored tyke clumsily dove into the water's shallows without proper planning, gaze able to witness the fishes movements as they brilliant took notice and swam away from any and all of jaw's hopeful snaps. Darn it! It was then, after all aquatic life had fled the area surrounding the child, that facial was swung in Yusef's direction and eyes given the chance to witness a successful fishing attempt. He'd mimic this as well, finding trust with Yus' victorious ways. Heels flexxed and rotated until he found a new and more flat-based spot to take up a stationary stance, nose tilted hellward in wait for the finned beasts to grow comfortable and swim nearby. Which they did more quickly than expected. And with no time wasted, as soon as a fish swam unsuspectingly 'neath slowly partings lips, jaws were dunked beneath the water's surface to return with a lively fish held tight. Immediately, Dermo rocketed towards the shoreline where the thing was rested and its' body torn open to find death.

Yusef:.
Yusef's head flung back, a thick and wriggling fish clasped in his jaws. FUCK YEAH LOOK AT ME, I AM THE MASTER. His butt-nubbin wiggled ightly--but no! This wasn't the time for overexcitement! No, he had to gather enough fish to feed the hungry mouths! ....Oh god, how much fish would Mama eat? Or--god forbid--the daddies!? ....They were gonna need alot more fish.

Dermo:.
After killing and exposing a bit of the fishs' guts in the process, attention was quickly cast towards Yusef's success aswell. WOOT! They were the masters of this 'fishing' thing! So easily they had perfected the practices normally performed by a bird. With not a minute to loose, and with tongue flailing outside eagerly spread jaws, Dermo went'a bounding back towards the water's crystalline body. He waded a bit deeper this time before falling still, jaws flung beneath the liquid's surface again as another of the aquatic creatures came'a swimming near. And BAM! Up popped the little bastard's skull with yet ANOTHER wriggling beast clamped tight 'tween jaws. Back towards the shore he flew, depositing the thing onto the ground nearest the other so that teeth and talon team could get to work with killing it. Hell yeah.

Yusef:.
Yusef fished mighty well! He was a damn good angler, despite the fact that the water STUNG THE HELL out of his face. Soon enough, there was a small but sizeable pile of sish. Sizeable to these pups, anyway. YEAH, TEAMWORK! "I zink zees ees all ve can carry..."

Dermo:.
Again, paws were led straight back into the pond's shallows. And with a hellward dive and a few hopeful snaps, Dermo's skull reared back skyward with!!--- nothing this time. BUT NO MATTER! For as his brother bolted for the shore with a third squirming fish in mouth, the excitement was enough to over-come any possiblity of shame and/or disapointment. Dappled paws applied an appropriate amount of weight against the river's rock-lain bottom to send the ramped tyke bounding after Yusef. Calming the instant he met dry ground. "I say ve did well," he responded in turn, immediately dragging himself toward his own two-fish pile and grabbing them both up by the tails. "Back to ze log?" It was high time they returned anyways. Dermo had been gone almost the entire day.

Yusef:.
Yusef nodded and grasped his own fish, and began dragging them back to the log! This wasn't like their old, stone den..he missed it already...The stupid log was soft and squishy and rotted, filled with fungus and worms. No protection from any angle! Not at all the place for kings. But that complaint would come later. For now: They had fish to show off!

Dermo:.
Dermo trotted home with Yusef.

Upon reaching the log-den area's courtyard, both boys pass out atop their piles of freshly caught fish. Both are sure to remain sound asleep until morning, especially after such an eventful afternoon.

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Post by Smug on May 14, 2015 5:37:00 GMT

UNEXPECTED BONDS

This was immediately following YELLOW BRICK ROAD...

Nida tucked her paws into her body when she'd eased onto her side, an audible groan sounded. It wasn't because of pain or discomfort, but of relief and the suspension from shenanigans and the like. She'd been gone far too long from the group with scouting, scenting, and even protecting them -- doing what she has down pat thus far. After a moment, Nida sat upright with a shift of legs beneath her and wanders ways from the gathering to discover her fortitude. There was so much activity aplenty she can't keep up .. nor does her throbbing temple suggest, either. She sits, reserved.

Smug appreciated the company of the other woman as they trekked back to the stupid log. Once there and settled, she noticed Monro hanging back. It seemed she was hesitant to approach and only then did she remember that she was sort of an outsider until she faced off with one of the Tsars. At least, she assumed that Monro wanted to join or else why would she have followed them and not taken her leave? Thoughts darted back to what Zod had been trying to say before the whole wolverine fight, pretty sure it was that she wanted to be a part of Vechnyy. Smile was offered and head tilted saying it was alright for her to approach and sit with her. The girl had proved helpful today and there was no threat to the pack from her. She was as good as in, in Smug's book anyways. Another smile as she was offered the other carcass. Small shake of the head was given, "I did not earn that one. We should leave it for the pack. This one however, you aided with its death. You have earned the right to dine with me tonight." Approval was in Smug's tone as eyes inspected the lady. Gaze flicked to the Tsar as he came and went with nary a word to anyone. He seemed to be in a bad mood, the search having not gone well and those crazies seemed to have done him in for the day. Best to stay away from him and let him have some peace for the night. Words drew her attention back to Monro and a small chuckle as a glance was given to the parties not listening. "The Tsar is the only one who needs an explanation. Come, eat." Head dipped to follow her own words and dig in. YUM!

Monro allowed tail to bat at the ground before pushing self forward joining the earthen fem, a bright grin slipped across features when she spoke of sharing the meal; though aided by a questionable brow "You sure?" Lady asked pushing the second carcass further away with a disgusted look, soon after she found herself next to the woman lightly brushing against her side. It was nice to have other people to talk to, other then Benton; he could be so possessive. A heavy sigh escaped followed by a yawn "Tsar" she asked now peering at the woman allowing her to eat first "Is that the large white fellow?" Soon lady allowed stomach to slide into the earth while carnal gaze flicked over the woman's features eyeing her scars "You got a little banged up, need some help cleaning those?"

Nida cast a look over her shoulder, overhearing a bit of the dialogue. Something along the lines of TMI and PDA. Her ears swing back, flat against her head, and her nose squirms to the smell of dinner. She hadn't eaten in two days .. not that it should be .. startling! It was natural; gorge til fat and then fast it out with slow and lazy days, but .. Vechnyy has probably never heard of such. With a rise to fours and moving over to the pair, a wag of her tail was issued, "Hello Smug .. and hello .." Pause. Never got her name. Not from what could be recalled.

Smug nodded at the question, watching with slight amusement as the woman pushed the carcass away with what seemed like disgust. Muscles would stiffen slightly at the contact still very unused to it. She came from a completely different world where the only contact was abuse or fighting. Woman forced herself to relax some as she ate, lowering herself to the ground as well. Wolverine blood soon mixed with her own, staining her maw and chest completely red. Man she was a mess. A nod was given and she paused, tongue darting out to swipe along lips and nose. "Aye, the Tsar is king of Vechnyy. His actual name is Drakov though." Head tilted curiously as she regarded Monro and her offer. Was it a common thing to be fussed over and cleaned out here? Seemed that way so far. What a strange world. "Do as you wish. Might want to wait until after I've fed. Would you like me to return the favor and clear your eye of blood when you are done? It looks annoying," hesitant smile pecked at her bloody lips. Couple more bites were gulped down before allowing Monro her turn. Attention was drawn to the other female as she approached them, another new face. "I gave you my name, but I don't seem to know yours..." Eyes squinted as she tried to remember back. Nope, don't think it was given. "The wolverine you killed is there if you'd like to join us." Head motioned towards the direction of the stupid thing.

Monro's optics moved towards another oncoming wolven a light smile fletched across her features, audits pinning once it had been realized her name was again forgotten; more so that she forgot to give it. A chuckle escaped her as head raised "It seems my manners have escaped me today, I hope you can excuse me for that; its been such an exciting day." A polite tip of the skull was given as she spoke "I'm Monro" then a low whine escaped her as a yawn pushed its way out while orbs were busy flitting between the pair, another gracious nod came from her when the woman spoke of cleaning her eye. Tension seemed to fade even with their lack of knowledge of one another, these two seemed pleasant enough hell even sharing food with her as if she were a long time friend; which she was happily tearing apart now with slight hesitation. Though once finished woman peered at the earthen fem extending neck forward slowly, nosing at her wounds allowing pink tongue to roll against them as she went along. Once she had surveyed each wound and cleaned them til blood had ceased, woman found herself murring contently as she pulled away granting the other a nod "There that's much better!" Proclaiming lightly before turning face so that she could be given the same treatment.

Nida eyed Monro with a curl of lips and a simper, " hello, Monro. I wish we could have met on .. less unpleasant circumstances." Her eyes go over to Smug and supplies a nod, " I am Nida." When the Smug gestured to the other quarry brought home to the group she glances down to the other felled badger, " thanks." She meanders toward the unattended badger, and rips into it with a couple chews and tears. Eating most of the fatty tissue and the liver, her favorite, she lifts her head to spy Monro resigning with cuddles and licks. And, equally interested, she waltz up and presses into the side of Smug and starts to preen and clean her coat while standing.

Smug watches the exchange of names curiously. Monro's politeness was an oddity that puzzled her. "Pleased to make your acquaintance," she said with a touch of a smile. So many new faces around these days, it was hard to get used to after traveling in solitude for a week. Woman pushed herself up with a sore huff before moving slightly away from the stench of the carcasses to rest. Oof those wounds smarted. Sigh emitted from her maw as she lay back down, tilting to rest more on her good side while back foot slid under to the same side of the other. Eyes watched the women eat for a moment before head dipped to rid some of the crusting blood from her forelegs. Monro soon finished then proceeded to come and clean her. Body stiffened for a moment, still unused to such open contact without repercussions or a poor outcome, but soon relaxed as the woman's tongue cleaned out her matted, gross fur. Eyes closed as body ached all over, trying to rid herself of the pain. The bleeding from her nostrils had finally stopped which was a big relief. Man had that been annoying. Eyes popped open as the movements of Nida approaching touched her ears. Brows would lift with a question as she waltzed right up and pressed against her. What was with all this lovins? Ooooo Zodi gon be maaaaad~ Thank you lick to Nida's cheek was offered. "Would you like me to clean your wounds as well?" Monro had fallen asleep on one side of her and Smug craned her neck to clear her forehead and eye of the dried blood blinding her there.

Nida snuffs in a velvet manner to the reciprocation of affection. It was to be expected .. given she came out of no where and began to groom and clean her filthy fur. Her left eye remained shut as she pawed clumsily at the diagonal and crooked cuts, reopened with fresh blood being pulled forth. " If you'd .. like." It was a peculiar concept to her, licking, bonding, and forgoing her solitude after a goose chase. Nida inclined in close -- too close for comfort, perhaps not understanding personal space or caring too little for it -- and caressed her tongue over Smug's injury to her face; poor thing, she got messed up in the fight too.

Smug. With Monro's wounds now tended to and resting comfortably, attention would turn back to Nida. Another smile ghosted her lips as it was obvious that both of them were estranged to this sort of behavior. Well, they could learn together. Woman idly wondered what Nida had gone through to get here. She hoped that it couldn't have been as bad as her own story. She had been born into a tough life and fought to survive since that day. Nothing came easy for her and she had never known kindness like she had found here. Fucking humans. Small shake of the head cleared her thoughts and body tensed and froze as Nida leaned in and licked her muzzle and cheek. Didn't expect that! Eyes watched her curiously while body remained stone. All this grooming and attention had her feeling much better already. Once she had finished her affections, Smug would smile sheepishly. Paw would raise and attempt to hitch around Nida's outstretched neck to bring her down and close. "Your turn," she said with a small grin. Whether or not the woman had laid down, tongue would extend and begin cleaning the wound of fresh blood and any risk of infection.

Nida reared her head back, ears slicked, at the soft head-shaking motion. She knew not of the thoughts Smug had going inside and therefore remained unaware and ignorant. Besides, Nida was far too busy cleaning up the dried blood smothering the fur surrounding the site of the wound. After a bit of care paid to said injury she lowers onto her distended belly and composes herself, letting a moment of vulnerability be exposed to the other. Nida's head found one of the woman's paws to lay upon as a makeshift pillow, letting her eye be looked after. In the middle of the bonding she drifts smoothly into sleep, evidenced by snorting and intermittent flutters of ear. So .. spent.

Smug shifted to be more comfortable without waking either of the women pressing against her. After cleaning their wounds, soft lick would be given to each of their foreheads before resting her own heavy head atop her unclaimed paw. What a weird day it had been. Seemed like she had made some new friends and started to understand the basics of what that meant. It was crazy that something as simple as sharing a meal and preening each other could garner such drastic results. Eyes drooped closed and breathing deepened as Smug finally drifted into slumber.

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Reconnaissance

(14:25:04) Cortés nodded toward his Tsar. Though he was a bit surprised. He assumed hee would be joining Drak, rather than leading his own expedition. Still, Cortes didn't fuss about it, or even change his expression. Forever somber, he'd cock his skull, tilting toward the direction he wished to go. "Come, this way." Cortes rolled his shoulders, joints cracking as he did so. Almost as if he were stretching before a big race. When he was done with his little movement, he'd take a step toward the rode, his heart slightly picking up speed. From what he remembered of the human world, the blackness of pavement was not a place to loiter in. Big contraptions moved faster than anything he had witnessed before, however Cortes was usually within said contraptions, safe from the ground below. They'd have to be careful...

(14:37:22) Ghastly stirred to the noises outside of Vechnyy's hallow log home. It was nice and close. Cosy was good. It made Ninfa feel safe. Even the aching of her body had significantly faded now. She hoisted herself up onto her paws in a much stronger, less pained movement. Compared to what she felt like the first time she reawoken, she now felt like she could run a thousand miles. Her talk and pamper session with the white man, whom she now kew as Drakov, her Tsar, Alpha of Vechnyy, had fulfilled her previously empty feeling with a sense of purpose. Only that, in the end of everything, is what everything wanted. The wound on her side had been soaked and softened in the river, and she'd managed to clean it up well. Instead of blackened scabs being matted with fur its edges had begun to knit with shiny, silken scar tissue and browned scabs. Ninfa - the name she had adopted now
the name she had adopted now after her talk with Drakov last night - emerged from the log. Only, her vision focused to instantly to see a few - one being the brown one she had seen during her first time reawoken - heading out. Hunting party? At the thought of a hunt and food, her stomach cramped so hard she winced with an arch of her spine. Oh jeez yeah, eating. That was a thing, and she still had yet to do it since waking days ago... without a second thought she swiftly trotted after them, long, lithe limbs floatingly carrying her across with very little effort. She felt light as a feather-- of course, especially as her bones now held only sinewy muscles and skin. She'd grown ever so frail since Cascades. The energy and resources needed in healing her body and mind probably taking alot out of her, too. Though skinny was her thing. She caught quickly, and likely awaited them to address her before offering acknowledging nods and the likes. "May I be of any help?"

(14:52:38) Vadimir was awake since dawn, taking his time around their temporary home to mark the new landscape. While the majority of the strangers that happened onto their turf were pretty cool. There were many others who'd no doubt be of the opposite disposition. And the more they knew beforehand, the less chances, or so he wished. They'd have to deal with whimsical shitheads. Was he optimistic? Not per say, but the measure was taken so at least he'd covered their behinds. If someone wanted to come in and get their asses beat. That was purely of their own choice, as they'd be warned. When paws carried Vadimir back to the log, he'd see two groups of three splitting, presumably for a hunt or scouting. Bob-tail wiggled and he sauntered forward. He didn't have time to approach Drak, which while mildly sad, he brushed off. There was time for heart to heart later. For now he'd breach Cortes's personal bubble, and seconds later Ninfa, though he knew her not as such now, would likewise usher forward, unwittingly speaking aloud his thoughts. "Vot she zaid." He'd say, gesturing at her. "I zink I am vell enough for travel. I cannot lay about und grow veak, vhile ze rezt of ze pack works to azzure our zurvival." Vad would then glance toward Ninfa, who he still knew as Ghastly. "Zo, you decided to stay vith uz?" If Cortes would allow them both in, (Though Vad would have likely threw a tantrum had he not) Vad would follow after him, content for him to lead the way for now. That's what Drak had assigned to the red gent, and Vadimir wasn't about to try and take his thunder. No, only if necessary.

(15:09:50) Cortés would carefully step unto the paved ground, head snapping back and forth, as he had seen the humans do. He was half way into the middle of the street, when he heard a voice call out. A familiar one. He snapped his skull backward, eyee bulging as he took in the frail woman. He stalked back toward her, his eye narrowed. "You should resting, mi Ninfa." He looked over her body, and snorted. "There are fresh carcasses for you to eat." He paused, looking over the woman once more. "If you wish to help, you may do so. That will be up to you, however our priority is not to catch a meal." He would turn tail, going back toward the opposite direction. Once he made it, he would wait until the rest crossed. "Hurry alo-" He almost choked on his own saliva at the sight of Vad. His master! "Mi maestro," he'd murmur, bowing his skull further than he would anyone else. "It is a pleasure to see you up and about. His body went from expressionless, to joy in a matter of seconds. However would carefully step unto the paved ground, head snapping back and forth, as he had seen the humans do. He was half way into the middle of the street, when he heard a voice call out. A familiar one. He snapped his skull backward, eyee bulging as he took in the frail woman. He stalked back toward her, his eye narrowed. "You should resting, mi Ninfa." He looked over her body, and snorted. "There are fresh carcasses for you to eat." He paused, looking over the woman once more. "If you wish to help, you may do so. That will be up to you, however our priority is not to catch a meal." He would turn tail, going back toward the opposite direction. Once he made it, he would wait until the rest crossed. "Hurry alo-" He almost choked on his own saliva at the sight of Vad. His master! "Mi maestro," he'd murmur, bowing his skull further than he would anyone else. "It is a pleasure to see you up and about. His body went from expressionless, to joy in a matter of seconds. However despite joy, Cortes quickly would keep scanning the street, both ways, in fact. A good thing too, because the rumblings of something was coming in. Fast. It was slow at first, the vibrations beneath his feet, but they grew. He knew that feeing, he knew the human contraptions that caused many a deaths for both pets and wildlife alike. Cortes snapped his gaze upon them all, and screamed out. Move, Now!"

(15:17:09) Valiria. Gal was enjoying the outing, troting along side her personal hero, Cortes. They were soon joined by an unfimilar face, a grey girl that her hero regarded as 'Ninfa'. She looked to be majorly wolf by her decent, something that garnered a curl of the lip from Val. She deffinitely looked forward to sparring with that inferior creature. Though, for now, she'd behave as the other Tsar was among them. The girl's joyful demeaneor had quickly shifted, like Cort's, though in opposite. from joyful and excited, to serious. Might as well get in the mood anywho, since they were on a mission. Valiria gave a respectful bow to the Tsar, and nothing to the grey female. No, Gast would be ignored completely by vailiria, unless she was in some sort of imminent danger. Which seemed to be the case for all of them, as a car was approaching their position. Not taking any time to contemplate the situation, Val burst out of the road as fast as she could, looking back only when her paws were safely on grass. Just to make sure they were all ok [d]

(15:27:59) Ghastly's head turned towards one coming up on her side. At first glance she thought it was Drakov, but as she took a second to study him she noticed that he still had his ears-- well, most of them. He smelled of Vechnyy though, and actually very similar still to Drakov. Perhaps he was a relation. He spoke to her, as if he knew her, and she blinked. Did he know him before as well? "Uhm.. I guess I did." She offered him an affirmative nod. Then, as Cortes came to her and began giving her some sort of lecture, she dropped her head and ears in submission. She listened, but frowned. Maybe food was the best. Just then the rumbling started, and some monster advanced upon them at... ungodly speed. Ninfa was frozen, staring. A doe in the headlights. However as Cortes' voice called out it shook her into action and she turned to bolt the other way. It went past with a godawful piercing, unearthly whine, and Ninfa stood, shaking, feeling uneasy on the side of the road from which she came. "I... I think I'll stay..." she breathed heavily, trembling, "I can feel the darkness.. I can't risk it." Her voice came to a whisper almost. Blinking, she lifted her snout and offered, "good luck," then awaited an acknowledgement or whatever before heading back.

(15:42:30) Vadimir stared quizzically toward Ghastly, now known as Ninfa. What... was there something on his face?? Why was she gazing at him like a complete and utter stranger? Sure they had no actual ties, but. Dayum! But Vad decided, whatever was going on. Could be addressed later. Right now they had an objective. Cortes's jubilant greeting had a smirk tugging on Vad's lips, and he'd respond with a incline of his head. Despite their beginnings, or, rather. The FACT of their beginnings. Vadimir was quickly coming to like this red spaniard. Sure, he still had a lot to prove. They all did. But hell if he wasn't doing a grand job of it. When the rumbling of a car and Cortes's voice rung out, Vadimir wasted no time in clearing the distance between himself and the opposite side of the road. He'd seen cars enough during his forced captivity to be almost nonchalant of their presence. Still wary, but unless it truly came out of left field. They were of little concern. It was the humans directing the [c]

(15:42:49) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d20 & gets 6.

(15:42:54) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d10 & gets 10.

(15:43:11) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d6 & gets 2.

(15:47:27) Vadimir car's movements, that bothered him more than anything. He'd watch it's progression, only to jump in surprise as a deer bounded across the road. Vadimir knew what was coming seconds before it happened. Fur bristled, and he blinked as, too late, the car swerved to try and miss the deer. The deer, male or female, he couldn't tell, for it's horn's had yet to grow in. Crashed into the side of the car, flying over the top half and rolling, broken, near the edge of the road they had come. The car itself, faulty construction or merely the driver's inability to properly steer the whirling vehicle. Slammed into the rise of the road and fell upside down, the resulting bounce causing it to flop back onto it's wheels. The airbags had been deployed, but... chances of the human having survived, well... pretty slim. It took only a minute or so for the Tsar to assess and formulate the situation at a glance. "Cortes, you and Ghastly," He still was unaware of her new title. He'd heard Cortes call her Ninfa, but he'd just assumed that it was a word of his own language, thus a personal nickname. "Take zat deer und bring it back to Vechnyy. Ve need all ze sustenance ve can get. Vonce you bring it back, if ve haven't done it by ze time ve return. Come back here und zearch ze hooman zing." 'Thing' being the car, of course. "If ze human iz dead, take it for fud az vell. If not, eizer vait until it diez, or allow it's packmatez to find it. Do not approach ze zing if ozer hoomanz are about. Take ozers vith you if you muzt. You have your orderz, ze both of you. Now go." And he'd await for them to comply, ask possible questions, the like. Before he turned and nodded toward Valiria. "Looks like it's juzt ze two of uz. I'm countink on you, Val." Counting... and watching for performance. With her in tow, he'd push on, leaving Cortes and Ninfa with their tasks.

(16:55:01) Vaska's nose raised to the sky as she attempted to either sniff out something that could fill her empty belly. She had been stalking this park for around four days, and had not caught or eaten anything besides some very unfilling grasshoppers, a couple of disgusting berries, and a scrawny rat. None of it had lasted her long, and once again she was with an empty belly. Hunting was very difficult for a girl that had spent most of her life having her food handed to her, and adjusting was not easy. The dark beauty gave a sigh as she neared the rode. Her whole body froze when she caught the scent of what seemed to be a pack. Violet eyes widened, and she stopped to debate her next actions. Perhaps they were on a hunt, and she could follow them to food. Maybe they would even kill whatever it was, and then she could sneak in and snap up some leftovers without them noticing. Unlikely. Or, maybe they would be willing to take her into their ranks and she would be able to find someone to help her hone her hunting skills. Vaska did not have to make a decision before all the action happened, and she approached the road just as the car swerved off of it. Shit! Ears flicked back, as she watched it flip over. Once she saw some man with a thick accent step forward and start passing out orders she could not stop herself from approaching the wreckage. She allowed herself to assume a submissive position as she did so. This man looked pretty powerful and he had a pack, she didn't want to risk anything. The girl wasn't even at full strength, and would be unable to fight them off or run away. The very first thing to slip from her lips was a question that she couldn't refrain from asking, "Nobody got hurt here did they, sir?" Eyes turned towards the deer, then to the car, but noticed no bloody wolves or any dead. That was good at least. Vaska took a moment to think before realizing that she should probably introduce herself! It would be rude otherwise, and she certainly didn't want to be rude. "I'm sorry for intruding. I'm Vaska." She had heard his orders, and perhaps if she offered to help them they would not kill her or perhaps allow her to even join their ranks! They might even at least allow her to have a mouthful if she played her cards right. "You want to take the deer back to the rest of your pack, yes? Perhaps I can help? I promise not to sneak a bite." Of course, from experience, words meant less than shit. She was a stranger, and they had claimed this kill for themselves. They would be unlikely to even allow her near their food, let alone help them bring it back. Even knowing that, it was worth a try!

(17:18:27) Valiria. Eager gal had nondded as the tsar called upon her. "Yes sir." she responded in her heavily acented voice, which was usually cheerful and bouncy, but now it was serious and dutiful as her demeanor. Violet gaze would trail Cort as he went off to do his duty with the...whatever. Gal turned her attention to the Tsar, eager to show her capability and competence, if she was going to earn their respect, she'd have to be in tip top shape. Hackles rose as a strange wolf was amongst their midst, the disgusting stench hitting her before the visuals. Another one of these things? For gods sake...Granted, everyone she had met so far, save her hero Cortes, had been part wolf. Though, the past two women she'd encountered were majorly, if not all wolf. Inferior creatures. A growl rumbled in Valiria's throat as the woman approached, greeting them like she had the right. Though, it was the Tsar's duty to decided who was, and wasn't to be met with aggression, so Val reigned herself in, keeping a curled lip and focused stare on the creature.

(17:37:10) Vadimir, as Cort and Ghast went to their jobs, set paws to earth and prepared to make that move. But before he could, a girl happened to close the distance between them, looking up at him... like he was, uh. Well, a Tsar. He watched her closely, and when she spoke, she sounded far too familiar to Pisces for his liking, and his heart sank. Though he had never become fond of the woman. The fact that she had perished under his charge upset him. Taking a deep breath, Vadimir would glance briefly toward Val, noting her obvious displeasure. Low growl would cause thick, muscular barrel chest to vibrate slightly as he gave his newest protege a slight warning. Cool yo tits woman, cool yo tits. She seemed to understand this already, and when Val racheted it back Vad nodded back toward the stranger. "Vadimir." Was all he would say for now, pertaining to identity at least. "Do you know zis place?" If she did, that would make life easier. To have a guide could assure less oopsies on their journey. If her answer was pleasing enough, he'd nod and beckon her closer. "I am von of ze Tsar's, Kingz, of mine pack. Mine brozer iz ze ozer. Vot I zay goez. You are in front, lead uz and show uz ze vorld ve now call home. You steer uz wrong, ve keel you vere you stand. You show uz zomesink gud, und you vill get ze food you vant. Deal?" If she refused, or her answer to his first question didn't meet his criteria, Vad would signal to Val, and he'd aim for the both of them to charge her at once, hopefully to scare her off and away. He didn't have anymore time or patience for further delays. If Vaska rose to the occasion, on the other hand, he'd await for her to get in front as instructed, and follow after her, nodding to Val to do likewise.

(18:17:06) Vaska's own eyes only moved to the woman that had greeted her with a growl for a mere moment. While she did not like the aggression, she wasn't going to say anything. Not with so much on the line. When the russian king growled, it took her a moment to realize that had been towards the mutt rather than her. Now that Vaska was making notes of their appearance, she realized they both seemed to be mutts. Hm. She made no comment towards his name, but did answer his question. "Yes, I'm familiar with the area." Despite having only been here for around two weeks, she spent most of her time moving and had gotten a pretty good lay of the land. The dark beauty listened closely to Vadimir's words, and at first they had made her nervous. If she were to fail, she would die. Despite this, it only took her a few seconds to decide on her answer, "I... yeah. Deal." She would rather die by these canines' teeth than die of starvation. It seemed to be a much more honorable way to perish anyways. Upon realizing what it was Vadimir wanted her to do, Vaska took to the front. "What kind of something good are you looking for, Tsar? Water, territory?" The woman would not be able to show him any places with a lot of prey, because that was not her strong suit. Perhaps somewhere she lead would have an abundance, but Vaska certainly did not know it. She decided to wait for him to answer before moving, so she could figure out where she would lead them. She did not want to risk making a wrong move.

(18:24:38) Cortés's body was in pure shock of what happened. Screeching metal and a thunderous bang echoed out, almost silencing the wood around them. Man, this day was just getting crazier and crazier, huh? Cortes would shake from his stupor and do what was asked of him. Between he, and la Ninfa, they managed to bring back the carcass that met it's untimely doom. He'd have to rummage through the car later, if it wasn't gone by the time he came back. Sometimes other humans would bring bigger contraptions to haul around the tiny ones. So needless to say, he'd most likely find scraps, a hint of what was there. In the end, Cortes returned, his shoulders rolling and his tongue lapping over the blood soaked flesh upon his snout. "Hola," he'd call, immediately trotting up to the group. A look of surprise would come across his face at the newest female. His eye brow shot upward, and his head tilted slightly. "Maestro?" He'd slightly turn his skull, eyeball looking upon the pale king with ease. Whatever the reason, it was probably a good one, so Cortes didn't question further. Instead, he would move a step forward. "Let us get on with it, Si?" He would pause and shake out his body. "We must find a new home quickly. The wet season will be upon us, and the last thing we need is to have our children drowned out by the rising rivers."

(18:37:50) Valiria. Girl's lip awas still curled, but she had caugth onto Vadimir's warningfast nough. Valiria dropped the front, and settled on keeping her violet gaze sharp and attentive on the woman. Inferior creature was mot likely incapable of nding anything suitable. Wolves were too stupid to think of anything but their own food and wants. All Val could think of was how satisfying it would be to rid the world of one of these pests when she failed. If she didn't, and the pack accepted her, well Val would take solace in the fact they'd end up sparring at soem point. Even if it meant no killing. Hmmph. with a snooty huff, mutt's tail hung curled over her back, and she pressed on with the king. The familiarvoice of her hero med her ear perk, however. Tail wagged lightly as the impressive male appeared amongst them. "Cortes!" she called out happily. Gal had a hopeless hero-worship crush on him.

(18:51:25) Vadimir saw began to follow Vaska, eyes catching Val's stiff, holier than thou attitude toward the wolf. Vad's eyebrows lowered, but for the time being he'd make no comment. Ear swerved behind him when he heard Cortes amble up behind them. Good. "Vaska knowz zis place better, or zo she zays. I vanted her to lead uz, und if she vere to fail, she dies. If she succeeds, she gets the fud she vants." There, now everyone was aware of the situation. Solid! When Vaska asked what they were looking for, Vadimir opened his mouth, but Cortes beat him to it. "Vot he zays. Ve muzt find a good place to replace ze residence ve currently have. Zomeplace preferably cloze to vater, food, ze like." It wasn't absolutely necessary, Vadimir didn't mind travelling. But ideally, it would be nice to help them get back onto their collective paws.

(19:43:09) Vaska had turned to begin walking around the time another wolf had come up. From the warm welcome the two she was with gave him, she was sure he was part of their pack. That and she had saw him with them earlier. "Hello, sir." She greeted before he talked about a den. Cortes had answered her question without even knowing it. She noticed this man also had an accent, and it made her tilt her head. Were all of these wolves from strange places? She herself was not born in America, but didn't hold any particular accent. Hm. She wondered if accents were mandatory? Monochrome lass pushed these thoughts from her head as she allowed amethyst eyes to momentarily move to Vadimir when he began to explain the situation. The mention of her dying made her nervous for a moment once more, but she put on a straight face. "I can do that. I passed a place that seemed nice for a home a couple of days ago." Vaska had not stayed to see if it was occupied or not, but at least she knew there was one there. Once they seemed ready, she picked up the pace towards it. The dark beauty feared running for they might think she was trying to get away, so she stepped quickly, but kept her pace in check. Once they arrived to the den she had in mind, dark beauty spoke up again. "This is the place. I haven't been inside, but it seems nice enough from the outside. It's near uh.. near the river too. So, lots of fish and water." Vaska mused before stepping back and allowing them to examine.

(19:55:14) Cortés followed close beside the woman, his shoulder near touching hers. Every so often he'd watch over her, the expression the newest lady wore, and every movement she would do, involunary or otherwise. When he was satisfied she was fine with guiding the group, Cortes would back off a few inches, giving the woman breathing room. However when they neared their first stop, among many he was sure, Cortes would keep moving forward, eye straining to see atop the den, to the very rocks before. He hummed slightly, slightly sniffing idly at some boulders. His nose would then wrinkle slightly, his body on edge, fur bristling with tension. "This place is occupied." Cortes leaned back, heading toward the direction in which his master would most likely be. "I am not sure of how many, but this is certainly home for someone." He looked toward Vaska, nodding in her direction. "Chica, lead us forward, we'll need to gather as much information as possible."

(20:14:13) Vadimir followed after Vaska, noting how Cortes further drove home the sincerity of Vad's own words. Which, contrary to what Vaska likely believed. Wasn't intended as a threat, or a means to bother her. He just couldn't very well feel comfortable having someone with precious information running around, especially with Vechnyy in the vulnerable state it was in. There was enough of that shit as is. As they came upon the first location, visuals were taken in first, and when he viewed the lush, pretty, and serene neighborhood. He'd nod. Pretty nice, definitely worth a look. Stepping forward as he listened to Vaska rattle off the perks, he bent and sniffed at the ground. Much like Cortes, his muzzle wrinkled and he snorted, ears folding momentarily. Uhhh, nope this wasn't going to do. When Cortes spoke aloud his thoughts, ONCE AGAIN. Like sheezus was there reason for him to speak? Vadimir would fight back a smile and nod. "Az he zays. Ve keep movink." Lifting a leg he'd spritz a nearby tree, just to inform the territory's owners that they had come by, but meant no harm. Didn't need folks losing their heads over their presence, now did they? As they continued on, Vad would brush himself against Cortes, allowing that smile to come forth, if only just a little. "Impressive." Was all he'd murmur to the one-time fighting dog, short cottonball of a tail swaying idly to and fro as he looked ahead to see where Vaska would lead them to next.

(20:52:18) Vaska was not entirely comfortable with how close Cortes was to her, but did not speak a word. Instead she kept herself straight faced and wandered onwards, but was admittedly relieved when he backed off. Once they arrived, Vaska watched as the spaniard sniffed around. When he said that the area was occupied she froze. Was she allowed to show them more than one place? Was this place not good because there were people here? She was incredibly worried until he spoke up for her to lead on, and held back a sigh of relief. She was going to get more chances. "Oh." She hummed, before turning her gaze. The dark beauty thought about where she would lead them next, and then nodded once she figured out where she would take them. Vaska then turned to head off in another direction, allowing her eyes to fall back on the group she was leading. Her stomach gurgled, and signified that she was still hungry. Not that she had forgotten, but was trying to ignore it. The dark girl wanted to focus on her duty so she wouldn't end up dead.

(20:58:36) Cortés almost fainted at his Master's touch. It was totally unexpected to have the man brush up against him, and to even smile? He almost fan girl screamed right there on the spot. Instead he forced himself to bite back his grin, and kept up his stoic expression. A clipped nod would be given to the King, though as the man went ahead of Cortes, the Spaniard would smile softly, his eye alight with joy. His tail wagged furiously behind him, and he moved to keep up once more, pushing the momentary happiness from his system. Later he would celebrate. Right now he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Cortes would trot toward Vaska, head tilting slightly as he followed her direction. "Keep in mind our needs. We will need water and good hunting grounds..." He paused, noting her slight discomfort. Idly, he would clear his throat. "You are doing well. Señorita, es usted muy bien." Hopefully that would clear up some anxiousness she had. He didn't need her freaking out and running from the group before they even made it further up north.

(21:05:47) Teodora returned home, a hare dangling in her jaws. Since the children were getting older now, it was time to start introducing them to solid foods. Plus, the wolfdog had to eat too. She hadn't seen much of Conner, or any of the people of the pack - perhaps it was just a slow time right now. Sister-in-law she hadn't seen since she'd snapped at Conner about her attitude toward her, and she hadn't seen little Plato in a little while now. She simply assumed that Sansa was teaching her boys on her own. It was no great worry to the Mani, as she had full faith in her kindred. Woman had no more than seated herself with the scent of strangers hit the air. She did not mind outsiders by any means, though she could only hope they were not hostile.

(21:08:21) Sansa had been, like usual, hanging around the rear side of the den, sprawled contentedly over Ahab's grave. There wasn't much else for her to do. Hunting, patrolling, and hanging around in the quiet of the den were her other choices, obviously, but she had developed such a routine that she spent equal time doing each. It was ...comforting, to have this sort of stability. Even if she rarely spoke a word to anyone, or even went so far as to ..bond with anyone within the pack, she was getting better. Healthier. Happier. Sansa was improving, perhaps, for the first time since she had been taken from her home those many years ago. That was the only reason that, upon her limped approach, she did not immediately lash out. Her defenses reared their ugly head, of course - her shoulders were tense and her eyes fixed - but she did not openly act out in aggression. Instead, Sansa approached calmly, every inch of her radiating blatant distrust as she came nearer to Teodora and settled at her. While everyone else seemed to dance around the subject of the intrusion, Sansa simply addressed it head-on. "May we help you?" she asked simply, her tone cautious and perhaps a bit stiff - but not aggressive, as it would have been in the past. No, Sansa's composure betrayed no hint of her inner anxieties, nor gave away any trace of her discomfort. Nothing save for the line of her shoulders - which was sloped and stiff - would even hint at the fact that she was not okay with this situation, not even in the slightest.

(21:14:20) Plato was restless as all hell. Though he was a great deal bigger now, he chafed under his inability to leave the den or its courtyard without a chaperone. After getting scolded alongside his brother, he did not dare make a second attempt at sneaking off, yet as the weeks rolled by, he was slowly beginning to convince himself that it would be worth whatever punishment he would receive for wandering off. He, laying with his head cradled by his forelegs, was busy observing a sparrow that had made the perhaps-unwise decision of flying into the den, hopping about and picking at whatever littered the ground. The sound of voices filtering in from outside caused him to lift his head, and the abrupt motion sent the bird flying for the exit. He trailed after it, squinting curiously at the strangers who met his gaze. Then he noticed his mother and aunt, and he drifted over to them, sitting close by his mother and wondering why she wasn't flipping out at them yet.

(21:31:39) Valiria. Gal had been following along, quiet and focused. Upon their arrival to the terrritory, and closer inspection, annoyance filled Valiria when they discovered it was occupied. Honestly, she was more annoyed they'd not found it empty, as Valiria quite enjoyed the scenery herself, than Vaska's inability to figure this out before dragging them along. In fact, her distaste for the inferior canine seemed to have dissepated, when the group moved on closer towards the residents. The darker gal, the first one to adress them, seemed reasonable enough. Her mannerisms weren't unreasonable, intruders were usually met with much more aggression. Whih, was what they were. As more of the pack emerged, violet gaze would look to Cort, her personal hero (heart eyes), and the Tsar, looking for instruciton. It was her most valuable asset it seemed, following direction. For now, she'd be on stand by, ready for the attack in case the den's residents turned on them. Though for now, things seemed ok, as far as intruders introductions were concerned. Sickle tail sat above the husky mix's back, as she licked her chops. "Well, lets get on with it." gal said, mostly to herself. Vechnny's scouts had places to find, things to do.

(21:40:52) Vadimir silently gritted his teeth when they rounded the corner and the stone castle loomed in front of them. Well shit. Chances of them slipping up and out without detection was at an absolute nill now! But that was fine. Or, he hoped it would be. Vad himself loved any excuse to get into a brawl. But that's not what this was about, and for the sake of his family. Personal interests were not capitalized at the forefront of his agenda. When one after another filed up to inspect their guests, Vad would reach forward, aiming to lightly tug Vaska's tail to get her attention. "Vaska, get between Cortes and Val." If anyone was risking injury for their tresspassing, it would be the Tsar, not his loyal followers. Vaska wasn't of their number, but she was in his care, and thus counted. Plus, it served a dual purpose. Protects her, while making an easy escape difficult. He doubted she wished to, but. He didn't know her well enough to say, and so the precaution, to him, was well founded. Vadimir nodded at Val and Cortes to take their positions, before he himself strode forward, inclining his head, even as Sansa spoke up. "No, not really. Ve are only passink by, on our vay to find zome prime huntink groundz. Und more, if ve are fortunate." He'd leave it at that for now. That they were looking for a new home wasn't sensitive information by nature, but he didn't feel it was worth opting to explain more until he had a better vibe of their intentions firsthand. "Ve ver lookink ven ve happened by your home. I left a marker further back in caze no von vaz at home, to alert you to our passink und zat ve mean no harm." He'd then giving a second nod, before scraping at the ground with a forepaw. "I am Vadimir, und zis iz," He'd allow them to speak for themselves, before he'd look back toward the congregation. "Are ve allowed to pazz through unharmed?"

(22:07:09) Vaska had been quite pleased that they all didn't seem to be mad at her for not knowing that there were people here. When Cortes approached again, she hoped he wasn't about to stand as close as he was standing before while they walked. "Yes, I'm keeping that in mind, sir." Vaska told him along with a forced friendly smile. Not that she didn't want to be friendly, she was just in a tight spot right now and was much more focused on getting food and maybe even acceptance into the pack for helping them. Acceptance was just a hopeful wish, but if she did a good job maybe they would be interested in having her. "Thank you, even though I don't really understand what you said." Vaska hoped it was a compliment, and not a threat or something. When they turned a corner and were met with members of the pack, Vaska's jaws parted. Oops. She tensed for a moment before the king took charge. When told to stand between the spaniard and the dog, she quickly moved to obey his order. In her mind she had already decided that if a fight broke out, then she would fight along with Vadimir and his pack. Amethyst eyes looked over each of the new arrivals who were a part of this pack. Two women, and a younger man. Her attention was pulled back when Vadimir seemed to want them to speak their names. "Vaska." The dark beauty stated her name before deciding to add on, "It's nice to meet you." Whether it was nice to meet them or not was still up for debate, but it was a habit to say that.

(22:19:22) Cortés watched as a group began to form, and his King take lead. However as the man spoke of getting attacked and whatnot, Cortes would instantly nudge the man's hip, his chin resting to give a small lick. He'd then watch as Vaska, their charge, immediately move between he and Val. A smile took form as he regarded the rest. His posture instantly took that of a gentlemen. Back straight, tail relaxed, eye watching, yet expression calm. "Si, what Mi maestro has said. We wish to wander through. Surely this is acceptable."

(22:28:33) Teodora lifted canine brow as the strangers seemed to only be interested in passing through. "We shall not strike against you, unless you bring ill will in your passing." As though Teodora's numbers had any real strength behind it. Dealing with strangers was more of Conner's place, but she wasn't around right now. Absent mindledly, Teo allowed for tail to brush up against Sansa in gratitude for her presence. "What do you think?" She turned head only slightly, as though to pick up sister-in-law's words of opinion. Little Plato appeared, and while Teo wanted to go cover him in kisses, she was forced to deal with the subject at hand.

(22:31:11) Sansa's expression remained closed off, nothing save her determination keeping her rooted in spot. Her gaze was fixated, intense, unflinching upon these intruders, committing their faces and their smell to memory even though they had done nothing to pose a threat. At least not yet. But since when was anyone ever what they seemed? Sansa had learned that lesson years ago. His strange accent might have intrigued her, if she wasn't already so high-strung and anxious. With Plato along one side and Teodora along the other, she found her strength to speak - and when she did, her tone was as stony as her form was statuesque. She was carved from marble, her expression neutral. "Sounds reasonable," she'd say, and Teodora's word - and subsequent question - was given a curt nod, though she said nothing else towards these passing strangers. So long as they remained passing, Sansa would have nothing to be upset about.

(22:40:54) Valiria. Attentive as ever, Val moved to position, taking guard of Vaska. If she was to run, gal would snap right onto her, as the Tsar instructed. Though right now, her aggression was more focused on the whole 'defense' side of things. Quite frankly, Val would hope Vask would side with them should a physical brawl ensue. THe mutt wasn't liking the attitude of these strangers. Vechnyy's king had clearly stated their intentions were benign, and Cort did shortly after. Seriously, everyone was so tense, stick up the bum and what not. Valiria's brow furrowed, frustrated at how this was all panning out. The group had meandered out to find a territory, a place to call home, and so far they'd found a group of females and a pup that were, rightfully, not too pleased to have em trespassing. Violet gaze would quickyl land on the Tsar, hoping he'd instruct them to leave soon, or attack.

(22:54:38) Vadimir studied all three canines thusly, immensely quiet for one his size. Slight tilt of the head as offered when Teo gave their terms for peace to remain, and when the woman turned to Sansa for extra assurance, and was subsequently given it. Vadimir let the edge of his lips quirk, though no true smile formed. "Zank you. Zat iz all I ask for. Ve vill leave, und hopefully can find a detour zo az to not trespass again." Goodness knows Vadimir was sick as fuck of people traipsing into his territory. Last think he'd ever want was to press such unpleasantries on others. "Vell zen, ve vill be on our vay. Zank you for your hospitality." And with that he'd nod to his search group, moving out of the way so that Vaska could once more guide them along the correct path. And then, unless stopped, Vadimir would move along with everyone else, away from Saga, though he knew it not as such.

(23:11:17) Vaska continued to follow her orders and stood between the members of the pack, and didn't even attempt to leave in the commotion. She really didn't want to. Even at the risk of death, the offer of food was too great. Tail stayed lowered behind her, and she looked between the people as they began to talk. It seemed there would be no fighting, and Vaska was greatful for that. Once everything was over, she once again took the lead and steered the canines towards another den for them to check out, keeping in mind their needs of water. As for prey, she was just winging it. Vaska didn't actually know where any good spots with prey were at, but wasn't going to admit that yet.

(23:14:23) Cortés would move his body to allow the woman to head on. He would then tilt his head sharply toward Val, pretty much allowing her to move on ahead of Cort as well. If anyone were to come up from behind and offer a rather unpleasant surprise to the search party, Cort wanted to be the first one to take on said joy, though honestly he was fairly confident that wouldn't happen. Either way, with a tail wag and a shrug of his shoulders, he'd await for the train to move before Cortes himself would. At least until they were off the territory. From there he'd attempt to gain footing once more, nudging Both Val and his Tsar. He'd run a smooth nose over Vask's shoulder, if able to catch up to her, showing her that he was still there by her side. Cortes would sigh then, as he walked. It may have felt like hours, but it was probably mere minutes when this whole thing started. It would be a long evening...

(23:39:32) Vadimir rolled his shoulders as they set off again, limbs picking up the pace. Time hadn't passed them too far by, but he wanted to accomplish something before the night was out. When the newest candidate came into the dying light of a setting sun, Vadimir gazed at it, impressed. He liked the ground, pleasant underfoot while remaining firm. Great for sparring and fighting. And sniffing about there was no hint of locals, but he did locate water, rushing water. Cinn would flip over that... and of course the den itself. It smelt not of disease or any other questionable foreign body. He'd glance toward Cortes and Val, noting only now that Cortes had decided to bring up the rear. "Vell. Your zoughts?"

(23:48:11) Vaska allowed herself to sniff around once they arrived as to make sure that there were actually no one living in this particular den. It had been a hassle when they went to the last one and it had been occupied. This one only had faint scents, and there was no one around. It seemed she had done good, and Vaska thought so herself. A smile crept up on her lips as she allowed herself to rest, and sit down. She hadn't done so since they met at the highway, and felt now she deserved one. Eyes like pure amethyst looked between the canines guaging their reaction. "I think it's good, yeah? It's near the water just like you requested." Vaska made sure not to note the prey supply, because she didn't really know. Though, she swore she had seen a beaver dam in passing. They were edible, right? Once Vadimir asked his pack's opinion, she glanced between Val and Cortes hopefully.

(23:51:57) Cortés would come upon the newest option. The sun gleamed off the stone surrounding the area, orange paints slashed and dripping off every surface. He noted a few details, a carving upon a tree, the ground perfect for running amok in. despite not knowing it, Cortes was mirroring the exact same thoughts Vad had been. Cortes took a step closer, eyes roaming around until he came upon the stone wall that made up the den. His eyes locked upon a stone, half buried, a mossy one with a single individual feather atop it. Unbeknownst to him, that same rock had been a play thing for an indivudal long sinced passed. Cortes would sniff idly at the objects before moving on to the den itself. His eye would quickly take inventory, noting nothing within it's depths. Whatever was in there, had long since been buried by both stone and soil. The Spaniard would turn back, his tail wagging behind him as he looked over the group. "Lets report our findings, as for my opinion. It looks beautiful. El cielo está aquí." He'd push forward, nose aiming toward Vaska. "I applaud your skill in navigation. I am impressed." He'd then look toward Vad. "Mi Maestro. Shall we return? I think we have done well this evening." He'd turn toward Val, and curtly nod in her direction. "Please take both Tsar and Vaska back to our home. I will join you all shortly. I need to visit the human's from earlier." He'd then await any comments before he departed.

(23:57:02) Valiria listened to the others discuss the home, as she meandered about, sniffing and exploring. Yes, this would be a lovely place. It was scenic, safe, abandoned by the looks of it. Bounding back to the group, she smiled happily. "I think its pretty top!" Husky smiled at the Tsar, happy to give her opinion. Gal hoped the place would be satisfactory for her new family. ON that note, and the seperation of Cort and the others, Gal hopped up and followed em home. Yearlign was pelased to be of service for the pack, they'd done a good job, considering. Gal was so pleased with them, she had completely forgotten her initial dislike of Vask based on her species.

(01:09:38) Vadimir gathered that everyone, even Vaska who wasn't a part of Vechnyy. Was pleased with their results. How would the others take their findings, he wondered? Welp, no time like the present to go find out! "Very vell. Take care of yourzelf. Remember, I am ze only von allowed to kill you now, Cortes." So don't you go getting your ass wrecked by some measly posers! With that said Vad would nod curtly to the two gals and depart, leaving a spray of urine to denote their findings. Bookmarked bioch.

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EASIER ISN'T ALWAYS BETTER
Medium Task - Successful

Smug rolls 1d2 odds = illness, evens = safe & gets 2.

Smug rolls 1d6 for # of vultures & gets 5.

Smug rolls 1d2 odds = attack & gets 2.

Smug rolls 1d10 for injuries & gets 2.

Smug was sandwiched between the two ladies still as she snoozed. It had been one of her better sleeps until traumas from her past leeched into her dreams, twisting them into nightmares. Humans with deranged faces poked at her with cattle prods while she snarled and thrashed. Cackling laughter surrounded her and pronged collar bit into her neck as it was tethered to the ground. Burns covered her body and froth formed at her mouth. Head would jerk up and eyes snap open suddenly. Soft growls emanated from her throat while hackles were raised and body quivered slightly. Fuck. Cloudy eyes cleared and relief that it was just a dream touched her, quieting her body. It was just a dream... Snort was then given before she realized the two sleeping bodies next to her were still softly snoring away. Oops. Woman tried to lay her head back down to join them once more but she could not shake the chill from the memory. With a sigh Smug gingerly untangled herself from the others and stood. Stepping over Nida, she padded through the moonlit clearing and to the water's edge. Body shook to rid her fur of the clinging dirt and any remaining blood that the two women might have missed or leaked out during slumber. Jaw clenched as the cracked ribs caused a stitch in her side to ache painfully. Head lowered and tongue snaked out to lap at the water and quench her growing thirst. Smug raised her head and cast a glance around the area, taking in the state of her surroundings. Tongue flicked out to catch at the water and saliva dripping from her maw as eyes came to rest on the mostly eaten wolverine carcasses. Hmmm. Paws would carry her back over where she set about taking stock of their food cache. Gaze settled on the two tykes passed out atop fish piles like little kings of the mountain. Cute. A few carcasses here and there but all in all, they could use more. Since Smug was looking for something to do and this would be helping the pack, she decided to set out on a hunt.

Woman settled into an easy trot to work out the sleepiness, soreness, and general tension in her muscles. It would help to know more of the land anyways. Paws carried her to the pond's edge and then past it, following the shore northeast. Olive eyes and ears were on high alert as they strained to pick out potential threats and prey under the cover of the night. Nose sniffed at the air though her sense of smell was impaired from the damage the damned wolverine had done to it. She came to a halt as a trodden path snaking between trees caught her attention. Muddy shores turned to harder ground as the earthen female left the water's edge to follow it north, nose planted to the ground. Rocks and trees soon halted her progress, so she turned and retraced her steps to continue along the soft banks. After two more trails turned up nothing, Smug paused at the pond and contemplated. She wasn't disappointed or frustrated surprisingly, she quite liked this nighttime adventure. Eyes traveled to inspect her reflection. She looked much better than she had in years. Finally she had been properly tended to and groomed. It felt good to not look like a homeless junkie. Yeahhh, she be so hot. Leaning closer, Smug would scowl at the cuts and claw marring her beautiful face. Fucking prick. YOU DEAD NOW! After looking over her other injuries and finding many were superficial and would fade with time when her fur grew back put her back in high spirits.

Flap of wings overhead pulled her out of her vanity moment and head tilted to watch the bird circle. It was a rather large bird with an ugly face. Wow. Another one joined the first and more followed until five could be seen circling. Their circles grew tighter and tighter as they drifted to the ground some ways away. Vultures! Realization hit her that they must have found some carrion to scavenge. Sly smile spread across lips as she rose and headed their way. Not if she could help it! Smug was careful to keep her eye on the birds as they descended and settled into a pace that was quick but still relatively quiet. She wasn't sure if the birds' prey had been claimed by another predator and they were still around or not. As she neared the area, they disappeared below the treeline. Smug slowed to a stalking step as she crept through the foliage. Eyes peered through the brush, straining to see through the darkness. Frame would halt and lower into a crouch as the birds came back into view. A rotting log, much like Vechnyy's own dwelling, sat in the clearing. Before it lay an oddly shaped lump with the vultures closing in. It looked like they were inspecting the thing. Quick scan of the area and sniffs told her the area was clear of other predators but that lump was a carcass. For now. Growl raised in her throat as she darted out of hiding and lunged at one of the birds to try and scare them off. Teeth clacked together mere inches from a talon. Back of bitches! This is MY FOOD! Vulture was clever and managed to clip her forehead in retaliation before retreating. Tactic worked and with startled flapping of wings they took off. Ouch. Blood trickled down the side of her face but she deemed the cut a minor one and would probably not even leave a scar. Smug had been sure to stay quiet enough to not alert anything that might be lurking nearby to her presence.

Once she confirmed the scavengers were gone and that she was indeed alone, paws brought her frame to the lump. Wow it was big! Investigation revealed that it was a whole elk carcass, what a lucky find! Smirk adorned her features and pride filled her. Yes, she knows she hadn't actually killed the thing but I mean, c'mon! Nose went about sniffing it for cause of death and to make sure it was free of malady. Wouldn't want everyone getting sick from her find. Man the Tsars would be pissed if that happened. Especially after everyone was finally almost fully mended. Examination yielded no conclusive results as to cause of death but the poor thing looked pretty old. It was probably age that finally brought the beast down. It looked like it was probably a contender back in its prime. A couple of scars were proof that it had been challenged and came out kicking. But death was inevitable for all beings, predator and prey alike. Teeth parted and jaw clamped down around its neck to shift it. Man it was heavy! Small huff was given before Smug repositioned herself and latched on to its hind leg. Staccato yanks were given and they slowly made their way back to the water. Smug only hoped another predator wouldn't find them. Vultures were back but sticking to circling high in the air, which put a whole new urgency to her actions. If they had alerted her, they would surely catch another's eye as well.

By the time Smug made it back into pack territory, she was aching all over and her breathing was labored. The stitch in her side was now a constant throbbing instead of a dull ache and the blood from the cut on her forehead had crusted to the side of her face while some of her older wounds had reopened. This had better be worth it. A couple times during the journey she had to stop and rest as well as untangle or shift the antlers that had caught on something. That was the most annoying part. She left her present to the Tsars near where she slept before slowly making her way to the water to drink. Paws dragged across the ground as the adrenaline had long since worn out and now only fatigue could be found. Smug dropped to the ground next to her prize and near the sleeping ladies from before. Wow was she pooped. Eyelids grew heavy and soon shut out the world while head lowered to her paws. Yawn interrupted her once before the woman slipped into blissful unconsciousness. Nightmare long since forgotten and brain to tired to even think about dredging up any more.

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