Nida stretched long, the muscles taut along her backside. When she straightened, she wiped her snout with the pout of her dry tongue and advanced. Outside the den's mouth, she goes, her bloodshot eyes adjusting to the setting of light after hidden in the dank for so long. From where she stood she could feel the gusts blowing so strongly that it felt like someone beside her, leaning all of their weight against her. The burly woman pressed her heels into the dirt and stayed where she was. She was in a mood. When a moment passed, and her snarls dissolved, she fell quiet with the calm.
Cinnema had woken up right early in the morning and gone off to the river again for her typical morning swim, this time bringing a stick along with her to carry while she did that. The strain on the muscles in her neck and shoulders was not something she was used to while swimming herself tired, so it wasn't long that she kept that it before things were burning and she couldn't well breathe around the weight in her jaws. Time was spent to put it back on the shore and recover her breath, but of course she went back in to take a few more relaxing minutes in the water. Mmm it was a much enjoyed love of hers to swim. A few more moments were spent there before she pulled herself out and shook thoroughly, trying and not seriously succeeding, before trotting back toward home. Ears pricked to see Nida sitting there, and her tail wagged slightly. "Hello, dear," she called brightly. Drak was back and thus life was gooood~
Drakov: Pale bastard had taken to slump along the side of the den. Tucked away in it's shadowy crevices so that he could sleep in without the stir of mornings sun. And oh how much he needed it. Sure he'd slept the majority of his time away, but it was more... unconciousness than actual reenergizing slumber. This was peaceful, recooping. So that when he finally did stir to the sound of Cin oh so near, the Tsar would stretch pleasantly. Back arching, and front limbs poking out from his hidey hole. One step then another was taken, enlongating his frame as he motioned himself into the world. "Mornink." Words were ushered to anyone nearby, sure, but focused more so on Cin. With a shake of frame, the returned King would lazily shuffle his way out into the open courtyard before flopping rump to the earth.
Zodiak had been rising with birds every morning since given new tasks and ranks. The sun had barely crept over the horizon and he was off, racing through the trees and brush surrounding the den. Nostrils flared as he hit a solid pace and like a train chugging along, he ran until muscles ached and lungs seemed to shrink. By this point the sun was well above the territory and slowly he'd lope back to the den, chest heaving in and out rapidly while tongue lolled out in a pant. Drak was the first to catch his sites, and a wag of tail was given, body shifting to nudge up beside him before trailing along closer to the den's entrance where cin and nida were up and about. Nida was his first target, muzzle slipping beneath hers only to retract and plant loving kisses to her face. Cin was given happy dog look with a wag of his tail, remaining by his mate's side, "Morning" breathy greeting was given between pants.
Nida, though her upset ran deep an lingered stubbornly, was of a relatively healthy mood. The day was terribly damp and grey, a light drizzle even had began to fall, and the last thing she wanted was to appear a in a soap opera cast. Her head sagged. It soon rose at the sight of Cinn's uplifted spirits, like she got some good good last night, or something to that nature. Nida started at the woman with a 'that's gross, no please stop' look to her face, raising only to skae the wet from her coat and bare her teeth. Those milk teeth, yo. Then, she gave a good-natured laugh. " What has you in good humor ..?" Why, she's quite jealous too of this rarely seen side. When Drakov insisted himself in the open her face adopted a dumbfounded expression. " By my furry tail .." she spoke. She prowls forward to take possession of his cheek to tug, and then replace pinches and nips with licks and a wet nose. And oooh, her man came in. She licked and tucked her head under his, tail wagging. Cue the pause with realizing someting. " What happened to one of the pups ..?" asked she. The nameless one anyway ..
Cinnema pulled her lips into a smile and managed to giggle as Nida gave her a look. Even with the sky gross and grey, she was obviously not letting it bother her. "C'mon, don't give me that!" referring to the look. Tail wagged and she would move to lick her friend's cheek, rubbing against her a little and getting her more wet, before taking a few almost bouncing steps backward. Ears swiveled to Drak as he pulled himself out of hiding, and her eyes seemed to lock upon him and soften a little. Weeeee yes hello dear~ She was slightly more subdued as she watched Nida wander over and say her own little hellos, not bothered by it. She looked over to Zod and would give him a grin and a tail wag as he approached as well, before she moved over to stand next to Drakov while mouth moved to lick his face a few time and tug on the side of his face near familiar scars. Where'd ya get those, wink wink. Ears were perked to hear the conversation, a smirk coming over her face at the topic brought up. Eyes flashed over to Zod as she would sit and move her face to rub against white male's fluff. She sure knew what had gone on, but she wasn't going to share! Let him do that! KEKE, you're in trouble bro.
Drakov: Nub of a tail swayed mildly behind the pale bastard as he sat stoic and and unwavering. Gaze meandered over all those present, or.. joining the scene. He was clearly half asleep. The blank expression he wore wasn't his usual uncaring unphased attitude, it was emptiness. It was still being half asleep, half-zoned, and half dead! Harhar. Maw parted, tongue lulling out like a snake as a wide yawn was taken. Sleepy sleepy. Hng. Whatever conversation was going on, he was delayed to notice. Ear tufts twitching and confusion soon plagueing his features. What who huh? What about a pup? Silent as he was, attention still shifted to whomever was speaking at the momment. Well.. Until of course Nida offered up peculiar affections. Close proximity was given a curl of lip, and a feint almost playful growl. Almost.. He wasn't awake enough to really get into it! Not her, or Cin. The only thing more Cin recieved was a sway of his tail, and his body slumping over into hers. And.. likely falling to the ground right after considering he wasn't making an effort to hold himself up in any way shape or form. Wit ha thud, he'd flop over and outstretch his paws. Hnggg. You look like a lazy lion Drak.
Zodiak was in a wonderful mood. Drak was back the pack was happy! Things couldn't be better..that is until questions arose about the pup. He could try to play dumb but no, a glance to cin revealed she knew exactly what nida was talking about and being a witness...there was no way out of this one. OK --deap breath-- Muzzle drew back from her , "Intice..." he said softly, having dubbed the pup accordingly. She sure was making herself seem that way with that cray behavior. He'd half chuckle "she thought she could challange yusef...." he paused, averting his gaze, "Kinda caught me off guard and by the time it happened...well she was already being repremanded..." He'd cast his gaze back to his mate, hoping she understood there was nothing he could have done. She'd stepped out of line and dicipline was in order. Sure it wasn't his ideal choice of diciplinary actions but he wasn't the offended one. He'd glance to drak as the tsar flopped to the ground, giving a wag of his tail before glancing around. He needed to find those lazy sluzhits that seemed to be evading sights as of late.
Nida snorted a friendly snarl noise at Cinn's affection and wetting her fur further. Gee, thanks. Nida construed Drakov's arrival meant no more shrooms, frequent emotional trainwrecks, or the pack falling apart; they were one more step to being a cohesion pack. Or close to one they can emulate. She nipped at Drak's face again, this time lathering it with drool and more love. Welcome back. Her tail does a mild sway for him. Her eyes shift on sniggering - she might as well at this point- Cinn who was already knowing of the happening and then her mate Zod. " Well ..?" Her impatience shown itself like an accoutred armor. Her eyes darkened at the name and the word reprimand in the same sentence, and she bristled. " I want to see him. Where is he ..?" Surely, the adolescent did not think he can walk away without Nida getting a word in! And theeeeen, Drak collapsed. He is such a dweeb. Her paw presses against his head in a hand wiping motion. Nooogie.
Cinnema raised a metaphorical brow as Drak didn't much respond to her attentions, instead slumping against her before falling to the ground. Hrm maybe he couldn't handle himself. But hey, she didn't blame him, he had to be really tired after all that stress and stuff. It was a chance for him to relax and he was quite obviously taking it. She snorted at him, eyes rolling mildly. Though as she heard Zod's relation of the 'incident' yesterday, teeth were flashing as she was trying not to laugh at him. This was far too amusing to her. Heheheee. Though should Nida catch her she'd utter a cough and turn her attention away. Head would lower to sniff at the top of his head, her body shifting to lean over her and a font paw placing itself on his other side. "You alright?" she'd murmer while a few licks were applied to his poor head that Nida just noogied. She'd shift her head to snap lightly at the paw, not with any real signifigance. Leave the poor guy aloone he's sleepy! Almost goofy grin followed.
Drakov: Body slumped, and paws outstretched. Any action made at him regarded wtih split teeth and a mouthing of jaws. Nomnom. That went for Cin and Nida alike. If they were in reach, if they poked or proded. They got teefsies in the most lazy fashion ever seen by the pale bastard. Oh how humorous. Better soak up the pleasant attitude while it lasts guiz! Though despite his actions, bastard made no sound. Mostly because he didn't want to miss any of the chitter chatter going on over his own vocalizations. So he remained quiet, up until Zod spilled the beans that is. Or.. More specifically until Nida responded. Oh how he couldn't help but cackle in response. "Could have been vorse." He could have gotten ahold of it. PFFT. Pish posh. Body rolled about, rubbing head against earth and pawing dramatically at Cin's lingering form. "Net?" Wrong? ... No? Apart from exhaustion he felt fine?
Zodiak felt the tension eminating from nida after the event dealing with her child had been revealed. Hard gaze swung 'round to cin, metaphorical tongue sticking out at her. Fu-snort- Nida's question was given quizical gaze "not sure..." he'd press forward to her, nomming at her cheek fluff. Drak was right, it could have been much worse. The child stepped out of line, plain and simple. He beleived if nida had been there things might have been--no..no it'd be worse... when it came to a mother and her child, the child was always stood up for regardless of if it were right or wrong. Except in cins case because she don't like babies hehehe. Muzzle lowered to the ground and body soon followed, his rump being the last to contact the earth as paws stretched and pushed him toward drak until muzzles could reach. jaws parted and he mock sparred with him; a sort of slow-motion action that had his muzzle gently pressing into the tsars. lazy fight.
Mote was nested deep within the den, cream body tightly curled around her precious bundle. Bun-bun was long gone by now, replaced with a new young hare. Mote was learning how to be gentle, not how to feed baby rabbits. Tail would flick as voices grew a bit louder outside the den, dark eyes blinking open she'd lift her head and allow her nose to take in the familiar scents. It was when a particular voice was heard she would begin to scramble to her paws, mouth opening to pick up her little brown rabbit before exiting the den. This little bugger had proven to be quite difficult to catch without killing it, however she managed to corner and snatch him up. By the time she brought him home he had surrendered to her completely accepting his fate, leaving Mote extremely proud for herself. Approaching the group her eyes would lock onto Cin, she was the woman Mote was after and nobody else mattered. BUT WAIT. Mote noticed the brown man in the corner of her eye and that little nub of hers would begin flailing about. "OOBBEII!!" she'd would squeal his name through the fur of her precious baby bunny as she now bounded for the group. Head lowering Mote would release the dark heap covered in drool before setting her paw gently over him for extra assurance that he would not flee. "Mote has baby too! Mote take good care! Very gentle!" she'd nod with enthusiasm before her dark gaze landed on Drakov. Wait. Who was this again? Blinking she'd lower her head and crane her neck forward a bit to get a better look at him. Hmm, reminded her a bit of Vadimir, the only thing was that he didn't make her stomach feel all icky. After staring for a moment her gaze would leave him before letting her tongue drop from her mouth as she gave Cin a derpy smile. "Mote did good, yes!?" she asked awaiting momma's approval with those PLEASELOVEMEMOMMA eyes.
Intice had spent her time since the incident tucked safely in the den or away from the others. Her cleaned wound had begun to scab, the marks of her shame were quite obviously going to leave a permanent scar. Luckily, the lass would grow in fluff and form, and the Jaws-like bite around her middle would not only heal but be covered more or less by the folds of flesh and fur that she would grow into. In a round little ball, the damsel had lay tucked into perfect form - had she a full tail it would have wrapped about to finish her little puppy circle in a tight little fluff ball. Instead, the lacking appendage lay still, shreds of fur and flesh gently placed across the floor with careful calculation. At least she was alive, right? What was losing a bit of your tail compared to losing your life because you did not learn at a young age? Boy oh boy, learn she had! Big boys were bad ass, and as it were - everyone was a big boy, except of course her siblings. Speaking of...siblings..were they fair game or should she respect them, too? The thought made her nose wrinkle. perish the thought. They were no better nor worse than she! As if. Small girl found her dreams hollow and her body cold, having refused the comfort of the sibling pile at some point int he night. Couldn't have them messing with her while she was resting up, afterall. In all her wondering she had resolved to accept and wear the missing tail bits as a badge of honor. She'd fucked up - and this was her punishment. Own that shit, girl. So, with new found determination the girl decided she had sulked long enough, and forced herself ever so gently to her paws. She stood there, taking a few steps first to test her balance. It was slightly different to grasp without her waving tail in her wake - but she'd adapt. A lap around the den and onward she'd march - a small soldier going off to war as she squared her shoulders and swallowed her fears. Forward, march! outside seemed less scary than it had been before, eyes never raising to the bright ball in the sky for she knew better. Instead, gaze found the company of wolves gathered - Each looking as amazingly strong and badass as she remembered them. Deliberate steps carried her onward, and as she neared the group she looked for Yusef - she had some explaining to do, and perhaps an apology or peace offering! Sigh, he wasn't there. No matter - she instead made her way with soft steps, first going to Dad to press her nose to him - gently barking "Mad." He was engaged in some sort of battle with the big bad ass, and the tyke blinked, head tilting as she spoke with her best respectful tones. "Oh." Head bowed and she blinked, gaze not daring to catch Drak's. Mote and Cin were regarded after a moment, the same respectful averted gaze offered to them. She knew not the social structure, but she knew she was not the top dog. Perhaps she was the bottom? Oh dear mericful heavens, no. She wasn't the prey...the snack. Surely, Momma and Mad did not have her just to feed her to the wolves, right? Gulp. Big, bright eyes gazed longingly to Nida, her semi-tail gently twitching a good time or two before a grimace ever so slight darkened her features and made her stop in the tail ags. Ouch. No thanks. She'd do the oddest of things, changing her attentions back to Mad and Drak as they were the closest, before laying a kiss to both of their paws - if allowed. If her attempts were met with success she would then walk over to Nida and reach with all her might up to rub against Nida's body with her own. "Mum!" Mmm milk - maybe Mom would let her have a sip...All other reasoning was left behind as her little maw opened and her tongue hung out, body raising up to grasp a tit and pull gently. Mmmmiiilllkkk
Nida heard the laughter rise from Cin and sent a look toward her. The very same she wielded against her heathen brats. Her paw was then lifted from Drak's head when it was nipped, and she'd shove it right in the alpha female's face. Rood. Her foot comes down to smush in the moist dirt, disturbed and displaced. Then Drakov had to input himself - and his teeth- in the midst of it. She slobbers all over his face. Shuddup, bro, play and stay sick. And finaly Zod, nomming on her cheek. She had the face still, albeit softened than before, fighting the urge to give him cuddles and love bites. A whiny ' stop i'm mad at chu and errbody' snarl as her jaws split apart for a half-second to bump against Zod, tail swaying. " Then I will find him, and we will talk." Angry mother rage inwardly says yeah right. She looks over to Cin, her bloodshot eyes steady, and a snort came loose. " You got a little bit of something on your nose." Harhar. Then there was stinkbug talking about a rabbit? her tail slightly swaying. She sort of drooled, distracted, and not seeing her own child strolling from the den and into the open; plus, when she latched on, a wince touched her expression. Nida sat up and grasped the pup by its back to yank her away and toss her for a genial tumble, away from her torn up tatas. NUPE. " When is the earliest they can eat meat ..?" Snort.
Cinnema was content to sit there and be surrounded by faces she loved. Well, surrounded and standing over. Front legs remained stationed on either side of Drak quite stubbornly because he was being a derp and so instincts were telling him she could probably get away with acting all protective and whatnot, perhaps this once. KEKE. She huffed when Nida went about shoving her foot in her face, and jaws flashed out to grab and nom lightly, giving a few shakes, before letting go again and looking down to Drak while he was squirming. Quite amused, she huffed breath of air versus laughing while he pushed against her. "Mmmmk," she murmured, jaws parting to reach down and nom on side of his neck or face. Mm slobber all over you yes. Attention was soon stolen by the appearance of a wild Mote! Carrying another little creature that she was claiming was her baby. Oh god what had Cin started? "Yes, Mote, good. You've still been keeping up with your exercises, right?" Cuz if not, oo she was about to get a much more stern look than the easy face she had now. Ears pricked to what Nida commented at her. Mild head tilt. "What?" Lady you're crazy, no I don't. KEE. With nice calm face she'd shift to look around at all these lovely people that she loved being around, her famiillyy, nomming each other and whatnot. Until eyes focused on the small child coming close to her lover, which received a stream of air in her face. Better than a snap, at least. NO that one was not included in the list of loved ones. Lil' shit.
Drakov: GROAN. Paws pushed out against Cin's frame, not neccessarily to push her away but rather to use her as a prop so as to get a better vantage at Nida's pestering. And then of course.. Zod's sudden joining of lazy brawling! Wooh. Teeth pressed together, expression befiting the most brutal of battles in time and yet they were hardly even banging jaws together. So light the typical clack of teeth wasn't even present. Dramatic much there Drak? He was lacking the concern today, far to absorbed in the 'peace' of home. Not that it was peaceful, but. It was secure. There was little to no chance of suddenly getting jumped while half dead. Pfft. As foot and drool and whatever the fuck else under the sun they felt the need to toss his way came pooring in... Drak took to flailing. SO MUCH FOR PEACEFUL. All four paws would then move in unison, hind legs tucking to press into where stomuch met hips at the same time front paws found a solid spot against her chest. And in one quick movement, he'd shove off of her in effort to not only slide himself right out from under her, but likely knock her off balance in the process. Fuck bitches. Grump grump. If he managed, paws would shuffle benieth his frame so as to right himself in a neat sit, and cast a glare toward each of the women present. Fu.Snort. Attention forced it'self away easily enough as it seemed one of mild familiarity happend apon the scene. Tha fuk? It's still here.... Why? "Vhat iz zis sing doi--.." Russian tone came to a grinding hault, body stiff and unmoving whilst gaze cast southward to settle on the child just in time to catch her motioning away. Tha fuck!?!?! Cold, hard to read stare was held even when he finally chose to speak again. "Zey can vork for meat now..." Key word there. WORK. Lip curled, single tooth exposing it'self subconciously as head tilted to cast sights on Mote and her.. Baby.. Well well. How perfect. Time to crash a party, eh? Without a word pale bastard slunk over and would snatch up the critter in one foul swoop from under the special ones nose. Mine now kthnxz. ASSUMING she didn't fight back, though it was all to likely she would what with the excitement she held for it.. He would draw attention back to the child. Teeth clasped around the neck of the dangling critter in preperation for just what working for food meant.
Zodiak was rolling with drak, mock sparring and even letting out some mumbled garble at him. He'd roll so belly was fully exposed, tail flumped to the ground and paws slightly curled. He'd missed the tsar so much that any bit of his time was cherrished; good or bad. Mumbled tones of his name caught his attention and he'd shift in the dirt to gaze toward mote and her 'baby'. His tail swished and tongue swiped across lips, that baby sure looked tasty. Then came traditional 'mad' barks from his youngin and he'd twist toward her, upside-down licking at the pup. Nida's question had him cringe and lift head in a sit-up manner, gazing over his belly at her. Had she not seen his noms pile? oh...no she didn't. He made quick effort to flip over onto his belly, rising and shaking the dirt from his pelt. He'd look toward her, moreso addressing drak but her as well, "I introduced them to meat, most took to it well, except for ram...he...seems put-off by it..." dissapointment crossed his features before attention turned to drak who had stolen motes 'baby'. Welp at least he wasnt the only one around here having his children eaten. hurhurr. If the child had not addressed the tsars own beckoning he'd give a gentle gruff to call the child into proximity. He had a bad feeling shit was about to get real.
Mote's nubbly tail refused to stop moving as she stared at her beloved mother. When the woman spoke to her, Mote would nod. "Yes! Mote went up and down rocks!" she'd chime lifting her paw from the rabbit to show off her cracked pads and worn claws. It was hard work but if learning to scale the rocks made Cin happy Mote would willingly do it! Ears would flick as Drak spoke of food and working, hmm. Was he talking to her? Blinking she'd watch him as he snagged the rabbit from beneath her lifted paw, head tilting as he took her baby away she would look to Cin with a rather confused look on her face. Wait was he supposed to do that? From what she had gathered in the past Cin was close to this...uh...Drakov guy, maybe Cin had asked him to take the bunny away because Mote did so well!! Oh yes! That must be it! Even though Mote been standing there the whole time and Cin didn't say anything of the sort...Oi. What a nut. Mote decided to stroll passed Drakov after he took her bunny since he seemed focussed on teasing the tiny puppy...and she wasn't allowed to play with the puppies so Mote should just leave it be. Honestly she was more interested with Cin anyway. Creeping toward her beloved mother Mote would lower her head to the woman and offer up a few nips to her cheek. If affection was not accepted she flop over against the Tsarista gently. No matter what Momma was being touched damn it!!
Intice was still learning this whole acceptable social behavior thing. She had thought it was only fair to grab ahold of a teat and suckle - for mother was the milk giver and she was her piranha. However, Mother had a different idea. A swift fling and the girl was sent into a tumble, end over end gently until she landed - upside down with her little body curled over itself. She blinked, bewildered. What the heck just happened? Face scrunched and she'd heave to right herself to a suitable position, legs worked and stationed her, far less wobbly than she had been days or weeks ago. Shaking herself, head woudl tile, confsion lacing her features as she puffed her little chest out. Why, Momma? She did not pout, however - instead she would release a gentle bark both in confusion, and apology. "What...dew?" Not exactly the proper vocabulary, she was requesting what was wrong with her behavior, What did she do? She certainly did not want to be an ignorant little shit for the rest of her life, and this was her only manner of learning. Adults were her beacons, guiding her to become whom she was supposed to be. She sure seemed to be getting herself into trouble over and over again - childhood was fucked - does not want. Cin did not seem to care for her at all, and the spitfire was ever the more curious, what had she done? Ho hum, the innocence of a child. So. Tits were off limits now? Mind calculated as best it could, thoughts moving like a train this way and that. Maybe tits were off limits outside the den? Maybe she was not permitted to feast on tits because she had no tail. Maybe- GASP - she was to be starved because of her mistakes. Well, shit. Ok, Ok, what to do...An epiphany! Noms! there was gravy that came from Mad, maybe he had more! Hmmm - perhaps the Daddy fountain had not yet run dry? Good! She was prepared to ask for said gravy, when the big guy with the funny words moved and snatched up a meat-thing, only to return to her and dangle it above. Cue mouth watering drool puddle. Blinking, she looked around a second - eyeing mother and fathering in question. She'd always fought for what she wanted - for survival. The best nipple. The warmest sleeping spot, The choice cut of fetus. That was necessary for her survivial and place amongst her siblings, afterall. Yet, this was not a sibling. She had just been dealt a strong lesson in how not to fuck with others, and she was a bit confused as to the proper protocol here. Fight for the foods? Head turned to Dad, her brow dots knitting together a moment. "Fite?" Hushed tones were a query swift and sweet, gaze moving to catch Mother dearest, as if to request permission or guidance, before moving up, up and up to the big guy himself. "Oh!" Rather anti climactic vocabulary greeting Oh seemed the only suitable term to gift Drak, Cin, Vad, or any other wolf to which she was either afraid of, impressed by, or just unsure of. Perhaps her mind could not yet forumulate a word for excitement like Oh, Whoa! or Oh, Fuck! - patience, Daniel-san. heart within her chest beat so fast and hard she was certain everyone could hear it, too. Just breathe. Blinking, Mad was gruffing and grumping at her, which was taken as her cue to do something. Hmmm - this was a toughie. With one deep inhale, eyes would close as the tyke readied herself for this. If there was one thing she had learned in her short life, it was that everything was always out to get you, and nothing you do was ever right - fight or flight - either would be wrong. Might as well make the best of this, yes? Twas then the mighty mouse would smirk, small ivories exposed as she hunkered down in a play bow, a perfect mimic of the sibling fights she had participated in and the scant fights she had witnessed. Not the best with her aim, she would give it her best - pushing up with her hinds and fronts with all her might. Head reached, neck craning to reach towards the morsel as jaws snapped wildly at the prey. Food. Fite. Eat. Yum. Fite. Mine. Oh!
Cinnema slobbered nice and good upon Drak's face and then was satisfied with that, attentions moving over to Mote even as the male was wiggling and complaining about her. So though she was aware he was moving, the push did catch her off-guard. Eyes widened at first reaction as paws pushed her up and away, back legs shifting to try and catch herself but she basically ended up swinging back and flopping to the side. With a huff she pushed herself up on to all fours, ears flicking back and then forward again. You could have just said somethiinngg. Still she shook her fur out before settling to stand to the side. Not really focused on any one thing for the moment. Nono she was thinking about plotting against the marshmallow man and getting back at him already weee. Obviously she couldn't do that with all these other people around, so she'd find an opportunity! Eyes caught on Mote as she looked across at her, and Cin realized the baby bunny had been taken. Light shrug was given as she turned to watch what was going on with the child. Hehe, so they were on meat now too. Have fun with that you little furball! Cuz it wasn't fun. The queen would look out of the corner of her eyes at Mote as she came and offered affections toward her. She'd ignore her for a moment, earning the growing child to flop down against her. She stiffened slightly, neck craning her head around to stare at her. Slight lip curl and her teeth would flash out to grip Mote's muzzle and give her a couple shakes before focus again shifted to the others.
Drakov: Pishposh! Though he cast to any and all what seemed a sour mood, he truely wasn't. Not even towards the child, despite disliking for it in all aspects. Nono.. If anything he was overly pleased in this very momment. For he took far to great a pleasure in this step in the puppy learning process. Short patience as he sometimes had, children were proving worth it. Afterall, worst case scenario he could easily eat them. PFFT. So the possibility of molding the fuckers into his own sense of morals was proving more of a hobby than anything. Oh what fun.Nida's departure was regarded with a sly smirk. What wonder timing you have mommy. She always seemed to get in the way with these things.. It was better she wasn't here. Cackle. Jaws soon clasped together, a snap sounding as teeth crunched vertibrae in half. It's head flopping one direction, allowing blood that quickly pulled into it's craniumm to drip down and onto the youngin should she still be standing there. Ohyes, he couldn't deny there ways were at times... Puzzling. Hell, let's face it they were confusing as fuck to anyone not him or Vad!! But the rest of the pack adjusted, learned, figured it out. So too could this one. Part 1. Drak rarely spoke a shred of direction. He must prefered learning from trial and error. Using that brain on your own to solve a puzzle, rather than just spill the intentions so bluntly right then and there. So as she stared on in subconcious confrontation, he simply grinned behind his mouth full. When the youngin finally motioned her decision, Drak made one simple movement. Well.. At first! He simply let it go! Teeth took favor on something else, rather than the food. Her little body. With a flash of pearly whites, hare was dropped and head snapped forward so that he could grab ahold of her head in his jaws. The momment contact was made, given it was, he'd twist his head to the side in attempts to flip her right onto her side by her face. Though hardly gentle in the slightest, his bite was only enough to fullfill the deed. Puff of air would then be expelled in her face in the form of a snort before he'd shift to pull the hare benieth his body. Stance lowered, gaze staring cold and hard in anticipation for her reaction. Well? What'chu gotta say about that? The possibilities were endless. His own kids were a perfect example. Yusef handled this far differently than Bable, or Popov had. How would she?
Zodiak kept a close watch on the pup, absorbing every action she made with a glaze of worry. Her words received a calmed nod. Yes fite.... 1 month old pup vs a fully primed male. Seemed fair enough. GROAN worried dad was an understatement. He watched the little 'ritual' as drak allowed the blood to coat his pup. Zod didn't mind the act so much as he'd done something similar with ramsay with the sheep innards, however, he too was glad nida had left because SHE would mind. Maybe after daddy could clearn her up good as new so mommy wouldn't notice... yeah what limbs will the child be losing today. Unbeknownst to him, hackles had puffed up. A reflex to his uneasy nerves as he watched his child accept the challange and lunge for drak. In that moment he almost lost it as the tsars jaws went for her head and clamped. He felt his heart lurch, thiniking the worse before she was released and he assumed defensive posture. HEAVY SIGH. Jesus christ drak give a man a heart attack. He'd shuffle back a few steps and quickly assume laying posture. Yeah lay down...maybe I just need to...lay down...
Mote closed her eyes as momma snatch her face and gave it a shake. Mmm. Affection. Whether it was love or annoyance, Mote didn't care. The woman was touching her, therefore she was showing the love. Mmm. Opening her eyes again Mote would turn her head to watch the Drakov let blood of her 'baby' ooze onto the child. Yummy. It was when Drakov took the tiny thing in his mouth Mote would allow her ears to perk up with alarm. Oh was he going to eat her now!? Wait, why did he get to be mouthy with the puppies!? That's not fair! Hmm.. Maybe Cin just trusted him more...Pssh nah. Dumb wolf. Hmph. Ears would flick as she put together peices to a puzzle that were not there, growing jealous of the man who'd she had only met once...or was it twice? It didn't matter. Mote's head would be turned to ignore Dravok as she looked to Uncle Zodi who appeared as though he'd seen a ghost. Did he not like Drakov either? Hmm perhaps it was a sign. Yes. Drakov was not to be trusted. Filing that information into her fucked up files she would let a dopy grin return to her face before nipping at Cin once more. "Mote needs more training. What Mote do now!?"
Intice had leapt in true puppy fashion, devil may care personality certainly a help rather than a hinderence in this aspect. She'd not taken note of the crimson fluid that flowed freely from the carcass as Drak had snapped the critter and released the fluid. No matter, as she bathed in the clory of the gore she showed no immediate signs of disgust. She'd surfed the vomit wave and ridden Dad's stomach gravy train, and witnesed the removal and tearing of her own ass and tail - blood was just another fluid to her now. De-sensitized at this age might prove much better and mor ein her favor when she was older, if it did, in fact, create a lasting impression. She had missed her mark, of course - her small form and little legs were anything but ready for such a feat! She was busy trying to use those new puppy mind muscles to anticipate a reaction or response, what to do next hmmm - but, that came to a screeching halt when she was grabbed, again, this time by her precious little head. Oh, shit. This was becoming a trend. Mouths around her and flailing body as if she were but a chew toy. She allowed her form to go limp, an instinctual reaction as if Mother had plucked her by her head to move her around as she would have when she was a newborn. fear was not evident upon her innocent features, eyes instead wide and bright in curiousity of what was to happen next. Mind worked a million miles a minute - or, rather slowly in real time - but in puppy time, it was lightning speed! Rolly polly found herself yet again on her side, cast there by the the big guy. She blinked up, exclaiming. "Oh!" Features showed determination as she struggled to floppity hoppity her legs underneath her so she could get footing and become rightside up and ready - this was not done, right? She was in for something more -she knew! Air puff was received and fur moved in accordance, an odd feeling that left her eyes wide in surprise. Holy tits - this guy culd breath hard...if his breath came out that hard.. GULP...think about how much power he had behind his punches. Aw, fiddlesticks. Soon, however, Drak took to guarding the prey and Ice turned her head slightly with a single narrowed eye - You're messing with me, right, bro?. Inhale was deep and shake of her head was given as she noticed Mad flipping his shit in the corner. Oh no! Poor Daddy! She called over to him to calm his nerves - Don't worry, Mad! I'll take it easy on your friend! BARK BARK. A casual wink was given as tongue stuck out and nose scrunched - the big guy had sent a challenge, how to respond. Let me see here...Several moments of silence later, she would raise herself into a standing position, posture defensive in a mimic of Drak's own. He was low and huffy, so she would be, too! Stance lowered - her play bow from before the only trick in her arsennal, now took on a better form. Now, it was not just her front that lowered, no more silly play puppy fighting bow. No way! this was the big leagues here! Stance and posture lowered, her little body moving side to side slightly to ground herself so she could get a better hold of the ground. Yeah, that felt nice! Ok, Ok. Got it. Now what? UHM. Tummy growled suddenly, and she narrowed her eyes in a smirking smile. I AGREE TUMMY! NOMS TIME! With a battle cry fit for a pomeranian, she would lunge forward. "OH! Eat!" Paws scraped the soil and dirt, pushing her body forward in a beeline for the kill. Ears slicked down as eyes widened slightly as she got closer in her run. Ohshitohshitohshit What have I done, dear merciful heavens. there was no time to turn back, any apprehension she had prior or that she felt now was forced deep down - a heavy and rapid little breath escaping her as she aimed herself right for the prey - head on, right in front of Drak...but just as she was about to go for the bite, she would dive to the side in a snap towards the outside of the prey. Yes, sneak attack! Ice fool them, good! Good! If she somehow managed a hold of the prey, it would prove delightfully humorous - as her momentum would inevitably carry her unsteady form right into a crash into Drak - Oh, fuck! if that be the case she would high tail it (snicker) out of there, pulling the noms with her. Victory!
Cinnema gave Mote her noms before turning face away to watch the proceeding with the child being doused in blood. Eyes flashed over to Zod who looked like he was having a hard time breathing, and she tilted her head at him. Bro, calm down. This was all for the betterment of the children, she knew that by now. If they survived, they'd be worthy of Vechnyy! Just like hers. Though Cin had to scoff at the attempts the kid was making at the little prey item. Yes charging right at the big monster woof is a good way to lose the rest of your tail, miss. But it seemed Mote kept on prodding at her, so she looked back to her shadow with a roll of her shoulders. "You can't figure out something to work on? on?" she questioned, slight look of interest in her gaze. There were plenty of things to be doing around here. Why wasn't she off sparring with someone? Where was-- oh yeah Tibie had gone missing, and Derm was, hopefully, on his way back around.. Oh yeah. HUH. Well, sure, she could think of something! Hrm... y'know, just whenever now.. Sigh, she wasn't much of a teacher. But there had to be things. "Why don't you help your 'Uncle' Zodi with his new duties? I'm sure he could use some help putting other Sluzhits in line. And it would be good practice for you." YES SURE push her off on Zod. PERFECT.
Drakov: Unreadable gaze stared on, attention focused wholely on the task at hand. Atleast.. For the time being. He obviously held no concern for a nearby figuring intervening. Wouldn't be the first time, and just the same as previous events... They'd get the fuck shit beat out of them. SNORT. You wanna take the beating in there place? Come on! Puff chest. Naw, he doubted such a thing truely. Zod had learned his place, and there was, luckily enough for Ice, currently no desire to kill the child. So why fret? A bit of a pounding maybe, but nothing that wouldn't toughen her up in the long run! Once flipped, and stance was obtained Drak just couldn't help but display his inner workings in the form of split teeth. Parted by barely an inch to display a toothy smirk like no other. "Vhatz ze matter? Scared?" OHHHH BUURRNN. Whats wrong kid?! U 2 much of a punk bitch!? .. Drak.. Why you such a dick? We all know what's gonna happen in the long run. LE SIGH Claws curled, poking at the earth as he awaited her reaction, and when it came? His loose yet ready stance stiffened. Head slinging forward, aided by a thrust of all 4 paws. Probubly unneccessarily given her size in comparison to him BUT ya know. He didn't take it easy on his own brewd? Why this one? They were, for the most part, treated no differently than a newly joined adult. Which meant she was about to experience the full force of his skull slamming into her parted little mouth and face just before her course of direction were to change. POW Right in the kisser. Assuming his actions went as planned, Drak would simply flick that nub of his and shift backwards to sit. Hare now tucked right between his paws. "Passetic child. You hungry? You vant zis food? Hrm? You must earn it now. You vant zis, you vill do somesink for it." Gaze cast to Mote, a pause in his speech. She wanted something to do hrm? What wonderful timing yet again. She was supposed to be being gentle, eh? Oh so he imagined given conversation he'd overheard. She was supposed to be learning. Ok then. "You vant zis? You must fite for it. If you can get it, you can eat it." Easy enough, yes? Objective again to one of the two parties, he'd lean down and scoop up the hare only to carry it over to Mote. "You are going to play a little game, see? Keep avay. Don't let her get zis, but don't hurt her. Understood? No teef." Check and check. "She gets nossing else until she'z gotten zis, unless I zay so." A task given to any adult within ear shot! Got it Daddy!?! It was game time. The sooner she got it from Mote, the easier it would be. The longer it took, the weaker she'd get. Good luck.
Mote blinked an tilted her head. She could think of her own training? It had never crossed her mind. Mote was just happy doing whatever Cin told her to do. She would ponder on this for a moment before attention was grabbed. Help uncle zodi!?!? Yes please! Nub began to wag as she turned her head to look at her wonderful uncle! However image was then ruined as Drakov spoke. Huh? Looking to him with her dark eyes she would blink, a game? Hmph. Even if it was his idea at least she would get to play with a puppy right? "Okay." Easy enough. Seeing as Mote was twenty times her size. Leaning over she would snatch up the rabbit, no longer having the need to be gentle with the creature she hold on nice and tight. Head lowering she would perk her ears forward and look toward the tiny girl with her dark eyes. There was no way in hell this 'little shit' was getting her baby.
Intice was resourceful and courageous, at least she had those positives in contrast to her negatives. Her small body was currently a friehg ttrain, chuga chuga choo choo - coming through! Parted jaws were aimed, just in time to see Drak make a move. "Oh! Oh!" She exclaimed, having a split second to contemplate any retalition or reaction. Fuck, uhm, shit. ABORT MISSION! ABORT! Ahh, if only it were so easy. Alas, motion was already set in stone, and all she could do was turn herself slightly and brace for impact. SLAM. Her eyes closed as face and cheek came to a grinding halt as Drak met her's. Her only savign grace was her moment of bracing. Still, it did very little. Her little head vibrated, a sensation of pain rippling upwards as little teeth clicked together and ears rang. Oww. After what seemed like for-fucking-ever, she was able to formulate thought again, realizing there was a little bit ofn ache after such a crack. Ugh. No matter. She'd take a step forward confidently, only to give a slight sideways walk. off kilter and reeling a bit after the crush of skull to her own, her balance suffered somewhat. Heavy sigh. Come on kid, you can do this! Drak had showed her a new trick - his form in gripping the dirt before bolting forward, and she mimiced it a moment in the soft dirt as the big guy wandered over to Mote and spoke to her. She watched him, little mouth pulled into an open oval shape with ears twitching. her understanding was growing with her interactions, and though she did not get the full picture - she understood enough to make up the spaces that were missing. Fite for food. Ladyface had food. Mote keep food away from Ice. Ice growl. Head gave a stern and serious nod to Drak - the big guy declared it to be a battle. Cue Puppy power bowl 2015! Mote was given a wink and a smile, before she would attempt to narrow her eyes and scrunch her nose as if it would intimdate. "I get!" And there she went. Like a bullet from a gun, she would dig her claws into the dirt as her posture and stance was lowered - feeling a bit better than her wayward attempts before. For all her learning, she was still very young, and even her fastest most solid run was not what one might call solid. Still, she launched herself ever forward, eyes searching for some way to reach her mark. Tree, flower, dirt, rock, grass, rock, bug - ROCK. Aha! Narrowed eyes focused on the rock positioned ever so conviently near Mote. Yes, good. Direction changed slightly and she would press with her hinds and push with her front, moving to jump onto the rock and then press off, aiming to mark that open jaw of hers in a nab of the prey flesh. Front legs went forward before her body, leading the way. If she managed hold she would likely realize far too late that she could do nothing to take the meal - leaving her to literally dangle there, hanging on by her little teefers. Omnomnom food good.
Cinnema grinned as the solution to Mote not having anything to do was dished out quite easily. There ya go! Assist the kids on their roads to greatness! She would watch how this proceeded, for now.
Zodiak. Nerves? what were nerves? HA all you had to do was ask him! He was laying, but belly did not touch the ground. Zod was tense as eyes remained locked on the event unfolding before him. His pup charged for the prey and got the dogshit knocked out of her by drak. GDI man! absentmindedly, his lips were partly peeled back in a silent snarl and he'd gone oblivious to cin and mote until his name was mentioned. Gaze darted to the child for a moment. Who what huh?! oh... ok... He'd nod to her before quickly averting gaze back to the situation at hand. Drak's orders came forth and he'd rise to a sit. It was all he could do to show his disproval. A sigh escaped him and he hung his head looking toward mote as she was given the rabbit to play keepaway with his offspring. Great, now she'd starve. It seemed an impossible task for a whelp in his eyes, so already body started going through the motions and there was a heavy tug in his chest. Exasperated sigh left his eye staring at the dirt. He was going to lose another one... and if this kept up, he'd be left with nothing...</3. A small exclamation drew attention back to the scene to find his child rushing mote. Head perked up some with interest as he watched her pull some crazy ninja move in attempts to reach the hare. He'd cast a glance toward drak ,like 'did you fucking see that?!' Most likely he did and would classically NOT be impressed. It mattered not, zod was impressed... maybe his children did have what it took. There were times he thought he'd never make it in vechnyy and now look where he was. He'd encourage and help train them the best he could, and make sure they'd come out of this victorious.
Mote would watch as the pup started her mad dash, holding her ground Mote readied herself for whatever this thing could throw at her. In this case it was her entire body, when the thing latched onto her bunny Mote would snort. Had she already lost? Nah she was quite positive that she still had the rabbit in her tight grasp. Head lifting from it's lowered position she would let the girl dangle there for a moment. Unless she had dropped already mote would give her head a shake, hoping to loosen the babiess grasp. If the girl dropped to the ground mote would trot in a circle around her before planting her ass in the dirt. Honestly this wasn't fun. It was all that Drak's fault. He was a big ol' dummy. Yeah...His games were boring. This puppy was too small to really play with, she wanted more of a challenge! Mote. The thought of a challenge made her grumble, where was Dermo? Why hadn't he come home? Did he hate her!? Hmph! Whatever she didn't care...grumble grumble teenage angst...No longer in the mood for this game of keep the rabbit from the rabbit sized pup...blech. She would toss the rabbit aside and huff, head turning she would look to her darling mother. "Mote doesn't like this game. Puppy is too tiny. Mote can't play. Where is Dermo? Mote wants to train with Dermo." Grumbling her little nub had stopped its wiggling for once. Goodness who knew turning one would make her such an emotional party pooper.
Intice spent an entire second airborne before reaching her mark. Only enough time to think - wow wait, am I flying? Am i a bird? Is that why I don't fit in? Is that why Mad baby bird-ed his gravy at me? Oh, cool. Only...nope - she was definatley not flying. Somehow, glory days - she got her mark! Well, hell yes! Latched upon her prize she blinked, thoughtful. Now what? Suddenly, Ladyface was shaking her side to side and tiny jaws would clamp. Oh no, Don;t let go! there was a hunger and she needed it to be filled! Sadly, her needle teeth were not yet enough to grasp, and despite her best efforts she slid down to a thump on the floor in a slow, dramatic huff. Mote looked rather discouraged, and when she flung the carcass tiny terror would bolt for it. VICTORY. She would snatch it up, licking it and tasting it as she tugged it right on over to Mad and Cin, blinking at Drak with a wag of her 1/3 tail (which of course made her wince, damn it!) before prancing over to Mote. She'd eye the angsty teen silently, moving to lay down near her and declare. "My, share! Oh!" For whatever ridiculous reason the girl deemed the meal to be fit for sharing, and she would nose the managled corpse front towards Mote. "Oh!" Then, she would go to town, working those small teeth in a gnash and crash, nomnomnomnom- this stuff was chewey as hell - nomnom. perhaps sometime she might actually get somewhere. of course, Drak had opened the fella for her, sending the blood all over her in a shower - and Ice recalled that with a squee. She'd sniff out the source of the injury and root around, shoving her muzzle intot he broken flesh and nibbling with a press of teeth to the prey until she had little by little ripped at the open injury to get at the tender flesh under the fur. Still a feat for her sore head and jaw, she would be careful and take much longer than she should have to eat bits and drink and lick some of the scarlett fluid that coated the thing. Eyes became heavy and she smacked her little lips, she was getting very sleepy. She finally fell asleep sprawled across her prize - tired little shit was content. Poor dear knew not that Cin and Drak were the law round these parts - but, if there was a scene to be played she would awaken and watch - another lesson for her to behold.
Cinnema's peeled eyes watched the proceedings of the puppy somehow ninja-jumping up to get to the prize dangling from shadow girl's jaws. Not that it did her much good, for she was there for a moment before she had fallen. Ears pricked as Mote got up and moved, watching her carefully to see what she and the child would do about the food. Only, Mote obviously had no interest in playing with the kids anymore. Gaze narrowed, and Cin stood instantly as the rabbit was motioned to be thrown aside, and she was moving forward even before any words were spoken in her direction. NUH UH, no one got away with disobeying orders, especially not from Drak and that was NOT going to be something she'd teach. Even while Mote turned attention to her, Cin was charging with a quick leap to tackle her off her feet. Should that succeed she'd be quick to stand over her with one front paw pushing down against her shoulder. Jaws would move to grasp the girl's neck at the base of her skull with a low but loud
Zodiak had been excited about his child winning the rabbit, that is until mote shook her free. Sigh, well it was a good try anyway. He was suprised to see mote toss the thing aside and demand a better task. Pfft. You don't get to choose. Cin was quick to act and he'd allow a toothy smirk, watching as he rose to all fours. His sights were more on the child that now held posession of the rabbit. When cin removed herself, he'd approach, giving a hard stare to mote before grabbing hold of the rabbit to sling toward the den. Jaws then lowered to snatch up his child and off he went to the darkened cavern, first to place her and back out to grab the prize. Regardless of the outcome she'd gotten it. She shouldn't be punished for mote's actions. He'd then dissapear into the den to groom the child free of blood and curl up for some sleep.
Mote's ears would perk foward as she saw Cin charge, oh? Nub would give in and wiggle a bit before pausing, something was different. As the smaller woman tackled her Mote would give in with an 'oomph', body pressing to the earth she would feel her mother's pressure on her shoulder, and when teeth met skin she'd flinch. This wasn't the same as when they'd sparred, so she couldn't be training? Or was this the next level shit? Hmm. Mote could feel her mothers growl though her whole body, making her shiver. When her beloved mother spoke she'd listen with open ears, mother's words were held highest above all others there for of course she'd listen, but Draks!? WHY!? He never talked to Mote, why should she listen to him!? Thoughts of Dermo drifted into her mind. He said she'd have to bow to the tsars, and it clicked. Fuck. WHY WAS HE A TSAR. Drakov was a big dumb dummy doo doo head. He had everything! Hmmmmphhhh... Not only did she have to bow to him but even mother did...and she did it willingly. WHY!? Why did she like him more than Mote! Eyes would lower to the dirt as she was scolded, body would remain still even as Cinn seemed to back off. Mote didn't need to hear anymore, if she wanted to remain with Mommah, she needed to realise she had done Drakov wrong. Hmph. What happened next made her yelp with shock, taken by surprise her ear was then surrendered to her mother. A soft whimper would escape her before she swallowed back anything else that tried to get out. Blood dribbled down her left cheek, as she closed her eyes for a moment. What would she do now? How was she going to make up for this sin against her mother!? Opening those dark eyes clouded in shame she'd turn her head to watch Cin present the ear to Drakov and sit at his side. This was all his fault, why couldn't he have just stayed gone!? Large frame would push from the ground to a standing position, the pain from ear-loss ignored. Honestly losing a tail had been worse, this was quick compaired to Dermos tugging. As respectfully as she could, her head would lower. Tone would be serious, and perhaps a surprise to those who knew mote. "Cin....too kind. Mote deserve death..." Mote had broken a promise she'd given to Dermo, as well as her Tsars. Lapse of judgement due to Drakov's absense and forgetting exactly who he was. She was only a year old after all. However easily enough many even killed their own spawn for insubordination. Mote now knew what she'd done wrong now she had to make it right and hope that disobeying a game would actually cost her life. "Mote's life is Tsar's. Mote obey Tsar's every order." Glancing upwards she would look to Cin with a Mommah im so sorry i didn't know gaze. Though a pitiful apology wasn't going to be enough to save their relationship. Oi. What was the girl to do?
Cinnema would remain standing beside her beloved Tsar, not quite able to bring herself to sit and chill out. Shoulders would shift as she took to shaking out her fur, trying to get the tension out of her body again. Of course her face was still bloodied but she cared not about that at all. She couldn't fathom the thought that there was any problem of Mote's with Drak, but then again, she was quite fine with him so why would she think that anyone else could have problems with him over nothing? Well, what she thought was nothing. It was obviously something quite large in Mote's mind. Cin's ears would prick and her steeled gaze would look over to the girl again as she approached. What do you want now? She was...a little surprised at what was said. Huh. Really? The queen refused to show any surprise upno her face, but it was honestly not something she was used to. For someone to own up in such a way. Hmm. Her head would tilt slightly. "Remember that. Learn from your mistakes and don't repeat them." Because really, next time it may very well be her life. Her voice was flat but stern, and she didn't care to elaborate. She was done talking to Mote. Head turned away, not even gaze lingering on her, and she would focus on anything else. Mmk you're dismissed. Make yourself useful, or something.
Drakov: Pale bastard would partially dismiss the duo in favor of flopping over as a sideline spectator for the time being. To watch, and analyze the occurance. To judge, and determine. First notible bit was that of the childs launch. As many guessed, it wasn't something grand or exciting, but. It was SOMETHING atleast, that much he couldn't deny. It wasn't wreckless, but driven like Dermo. It wasn't sly but frustrated like Popov, but it was stratagetic. He'd said many a times before fighting wasn't the only way to fight. Paws crossed, nub of a tail twitching as he watched on. Only.. His relaxed demeanor shifted when sights noted Mote prepped to end the task before it even truely began! PFFT! With a quickness, paws rolled him to stand but alas he stopped right there as it seemed Cin had this covered. A more challenging debate eh? Well then.. He'd make her regret that. Once Cin's disciplinarian acts had ended, Drak was toss her a toothy smirk and a mouthing of teeth before focusing attention back on the strange girl and her.. Apology. "You vant challenge? You sink you DESERVE more?" Food wasn't the only thing earned. Even a job, a task, a mission.. Recieving certain levels of expectations came hand in hand with respect. And quit frankly. Drak had no respect for this one. Why should he? For one she clearly held none for him. And two.. .Well.. Thus far she's shown no sign of being truely worthy of anything! And yet here she stood demanding more? BAHAHA. "You vant more? Vhy not fite me, da? Iz zat challenge enough for you?" Simple as his words were, there was far more to it. "If you vin.. I give you better jobs. Und if you loze.. If you loze, you are Rab. Slave. Und vill do any stupid job you're told or I vill kill you. How doez zat sound?" Sounded pretty damn good to him!!! Look it. He was could compramise. He could offer options, he could work in there favor... BAHA no stahp. You're just lieing to yourself Drak. You're a dick. Le Sigh.
Mote's head would rise as Cin spoke to her and she would nod, however now she would go ignored by mother. Oh boy. Gaze would shift back to Drakov, single ear would flick as he spoke. Mote didn't know what she deserved, without mother's affection she wouldn't mind dying about now but his words were only fuel for the fire that was burning through her insides. Though when he suggested fighting him, there was a rather large lump in her throat. Mote had never fought, besides the spar with Cin that did not last long. However this man made her blood boil, rising she would think over his words. She knew that Rabb was the most worthless position in the pack and that wouldn't do. Mote wanted to prove herself, make mommah proud, and now she ruined everything. "Mote will fight." Poor dear. Had she any idea what she was getting herself into? No matter what Mote had just as much chance of beating him as a mouse with a barn cat. Mote wasn't a coward! If she did lose she would just work three times as hard to get back where she was now and try and try again. Her worth would be proven eventually, and if she died trying then so be it...I aint going out no pussay--MOMMAH YOU WILL BE PROUD I SWEAR.
Cinnema shifted her gaze to Drak as he quit being all silent and stalker-ish and started actually talking. Good, not leaving everything to her. Except, she wasn't sure how she felt about this turn of events. A spar with him? HA MOTE WAS FUCKED-- I mean *cough* That would be interesting...Lalala. Ears pricked and she would then give Mote attention once more when the conversation turned into something much, much more serious. Slight narrowing of her gaze at Drak as he acted all badass again, but she was just. Probably not used to it again. But she wasn't complaining about his course of action, other than the fact that she had actually- GASP- started to care what happened to Mote since pretty much taking her under her wing. It would be less interesting to not have someone to boss around as her personal shadow, should Mote become Rab.. Again not that she'd complain. No no noo, of course not. Light step would be made forward to touch her nose against his cheek and offer a light lick but otherwise she stepped back a few steps to sit and watch whatever happened. Nah but she was totes cornering him tomorrow because she was kind of irritated with them both now.