Solveig's paws were silent in the soft powder of snow that coated the lands of their new territory. She, herself, would blend decently enough with her monotone pelt in the land of white if she were actually trying to hide. She wasn't, though. After a day of patrolling the new area and snapping up a fiesty badger to bring home the bitch was making a beeline for the courtyard. Her breath huffed in a frozen cloud before her with each exhale, her stern vibrant green eyes sweeping the path before her as she ascended the wide rocky trail that led home. The higher she went, the more the icy cold breeze gusted. It touseled her thickening fur, running up her back and sending chills down her spine as it leached past her guardhairs and downy undercoat to touch icy fingers to her skin. Urg. Just ahead, a fluffball rabbit raced out of her way. Sol barely paid it any mind. To pursue the rodent when she had something bigger already would be a waste of time and energy...so she would press on.
Nida's heels dug into the bed of snow littering the ground. Her eyes peeled on the horizon and hardly would the disgruntled wolf budge. The day was grey and bitter cold, like any other on the mountains, and the rubenesque she-wolf's fur seem to fill out with plush, downy fur. Ears and attention stood high and tall upon catching sight, scent and sound of another. With a liquid fluid stand with the curtesty of all fours, she floppily starts for the dark entity her eyes scant befell. It has been a time. Maybe around her punishment, when she was with children. At a certain range she side-stepped, nose meandering along the length of her neck to strain. The patchwork of scents she'd picked up were of those she knew and seen. A step back to look the dark she-wolf in the face lands her a genial distance. " Hello .." she greeted, remembering where her manners were. " Long time no see, yes?"
Troublemaking punk was making his way through the vast land of the Vale at a breakneck speed. It seemed just a few days ago he'd encountered a pack in the south, now he was wandering the snowy summits of the North. To be perfectly honest, he preffered this area. While his coat wasn't remarkably thick, messy more than anything, he found the surroundings much more comfortable. He was, after all, born in the area- yet for some reason he hadn't been back for quite some time (that time being 4 months, which to the 7 month old was, in fact, an eternity). As such, he had no clue who had staked claim in the few dens that could be found scattered in the region. Not that it mattered to him, packs and boundaries meant nothing. If he found food, he'd get it and be on his merry way, regardless if the land itselfwas claimed. Plus, if some cranky fuckers decided to come his way and tell him off- he'd enjoy the conflict. Clashign jaws and some sarcastic banter were sought after. Nose would be lifted to the sky, taking in a few substantial sniffs. There was absolutely a pack in the area, the place stank of strangers. Whatever, he'd press on until teal eyes fell upon two females- probably part of whoever was living here. Geoff moved in, approaching the two with a friendly demeanor. Perhaps he could get the scoop on who the hell had decided to move in. "Hello, ladies." he called out, not wanting to sneak up and get jumped. While he loved conflict, these gals could easily take him one on one, much less together- and wolves had a track record for flipping shit at strangers. "I hope I'm not intruding here.." Geoff chuckled as he stood a fair distance from the two.
Solveig's paws slowed and stopped as a familiar face approached. Her body remained still, suddenly as if she were carved from stone, until Nida ran her nose near her dark pelt to take a good whiff before speaking to her. Only then did she move, jaws opening to drop the badger and tongue flicking out to graze along her muzzle before she responded. "Yes." her eyes grazed over Nida, her own nose wiggling as she took in the scent of her packmate. One she hardly knew, like many of Vechnyy. A shame, but that was her own fault she supposed. She was distanced, finding it hard if not almost impossible to get close to anyone. Perhaps too focused on slinking through the territories than forging bonds, but it was what it was. Her muzzle parted again, ready to speak some idle conversation, when she was saved from having to do so by the arrival of a stranger's face. Her white head turned, the single half ear swivelling back as her eyes narrowed and her muzzle wrinkled at the intruder. "Just a bit." she growled with a hint of sarcasm, "Did you not scent the border markings, or simply choose to ignore them?" and like that, the bitch's aggression was lit like a pine tree during the drought. Up in flames, her hackles raised as a low growl rumbled out.
Nida's whiskers drooped characteristically at her reply. Short and to the point, with no thought for spare words. Nida raised her eyes and there it was. The other was coming close for a sniff and she did her best to still her being, tensed and ready to give ground if need be. Despite thriving with Vechnyy for so long, strangers or wolves she barely knew in the pack, there were many things the sable wolf could not draw comfort in. The husky creature shook, the rolls loosening the tension with a smooth-over and the hairs bearded by ice shed effortlessly. Both her ears roused to the sound of unfamiliar voice, and soon her hackles became bristly, alarmed. She faced him pointedly and then stalked forward. With no regard for his space or his opinion for that matter, Nida rushed him without forethought to the large gray male, tail flared up and all. Her aim was not to attack, though; her nose took the lead this time, and the rest of her person followed thereafter. Hell, when she'd reached the posterior, she nipped his thigh before circling around to the fore to stand and face him, head on. " And who are you?"
Friendly smile turned into a wicked smirk as the monochrome woman spoke. Oh yes, he thought, it begins. Geoff laughed at her response, before giving his own bit of attitude. "I dunno, piss all smells the same to me. I guess I was curious to know who's been pissing all over my home turf." It was a half-truth at least. Geoff honestly hadn't been paying attention to the scent markers, he rarely did for any reason other than to know if anyone was nearby to pester. Before he could provoke any further, the other woman came at him like a bat out of hell. Toothy grin came upon the Dane mix's face as his body braced for impact. He was a bit smaller than the two, but that had never been an issue. Much to his dissapointment, the woman didn't attack- instead she circled him curiously. Well, that's different. Geoff's body relaxed, tensed muscles chilling the fuck out cause clearly nothing was going to happen in that moment. Boy's teal eyes tracked her movements, but watching the woman didn't stop him from jumping a bit at her nip. What was that about? "Name's Geoff," he offered, confusion shown on his face and in his tone. His demeanor shifted back to his cocky, troublemaking self almost instantaniously though. "So, is everyone in your pack this weird?" Poke, prod, provoke.
Solveig's hard eyes bore into the younger male, a tremble of excitement running through her muscles as Nida rushed and nipped him. A snort escaped her nose at his words. "Stupid." she spat, "What idiot cannot differentiate one piss scent from another?" maybe he just hadn't been taught right, for a canine's scent receptors could distinguish the subtlest of information from the smell of urine. Age, gender, health, rank, whether or not if it were a female if she was in heat or nursing. A great wealth of information lay in a seemingly simple pile of wee-wee. His last question did not get a response out of Solveig. She was already fired up, and simply calling her 'weird' was hardly an insult worth laying into him for. But if he continued, the boy would find himself in quite a predicament. "Well, Geoff, if it wasn't obvious enough it seems I need to inform you that you have rudely crossed into claimed land. Leaving, promptly, would be in your best interest." the threat rang clear as a bell into the bitter mountain air.
Nida eyed him with a markedly skeptical look at the drop of a name. Her nose would resume its quiver before crinkling. She did not put effort to feign her disgust. If he were nose blind, he was next to useless. And useless was nothing of value to waste time with. Hell, Nida called this one insane, and what was madder still was that Geoff bethought it wise to risk his life for a bit of sport, and actually thought of lingering longer. Her lip arced, teeth bared, and her tail bottle-brushed in the air. He would receive no word from her- Solveig had already handled that aspect well enough. Hindlegs would tense and she would rush him, this time with tooth and claw. Her tongue was draw back, chin dutifully tucked, as her forelegs rise to the occasion and loop around the young'un's neck for a secure hold. Her jaws split agape to lurch for a part of his face, that is, if her attempt was successful, and thrash wild a violent motion of her head.
Geoffry was not ignorant to the information that could be conveyed through scent, he just chose to ignore it. Mouth opened to retort with a 'fuck that I'll go where I want when I want', but the woman who'd nipped at him before had other plans. He hardly took note of her change in demeanor before she took off for his face. In the few seconds he had before impact, jaws would open and hinds would launch himself into the attack. He could feel the other's jaws impact with his own, as she wrapped her legs around his neck. Geoff was at a physical disadvantage here due to his height, and even if he weren't he'd expect the other female to intervene before he could really cause any harm. Still, the stubborn boy wouldn't give in that easy. As her legs would wrap around his neck, he would attempt to rear up and push her with his. A futile move, but the only thing he could think of until their facial lock ended. Kid was caught off guard, and he really had no clue how to maneuver in this moment.
Solveig's ear nub flicked upward the moment Nida launched at Geoff. A low whine of barely-held back energy came forth, front limbs pattering the ground for a few beats before she, too, was off. With Nida dealing with the top half, Solveig lunged for Geoff's hind legs. Head tilted to the side, teeth aiming to snap onto the nearest shin. If she got ahold the bitch would hit the brakes and yank her head upward, rearing onto her hind legs like a wild stallion to force the canine off balance to better allow Nida to ground the male. Her pupils had shrunk to pinpoints with the thrill of the fight, energy radiating from the female almost like a tangible heat. The insolent boy would pay for his blatant attitude.
Nida's teeth missed their mark as her head curled in order to clack and fend off his incoming set. Her snarls grew verbose and boisterous, full of anger and threat, to the other. Even if she holds an inch and a half over his head, he still proved to be keen of danger to her family and packmates. Her eyes went wide, expand her sight, as her pulse picked up and the blood thickened in her veins. As he used is weight against her, she snaps aimlessly at the contour of the male's face, all while wilting to a side, opposite of the one Sol had. So that when their fall was broken by the layer of snow underfoot, she'd draw the young whelp in with her stout forelegs to squelch any space had and attempt another chance for his face to sink her fangs for a puncture then tear, with use of head and neck.
Geoffry fell to the ground with Nida's force, and the incoming assitance from Sol. His focus was completel on the woman gripping him, so he was completely unprepared for the snap onto he hindleg. He felt as if he was being pulled in two directions as they creashed into the snow below. In attempts to pretect himself from the incoming assault to his face, he'd snap wildly, hoping to catch onto any part of whever was coming in for the bite. At this point, he was trying to get them off so he'd have room to adjust, but no such luck. Opponent's bite cuffed his muzzle, teeth puncturing the skin of his lower jaw and slicing into the thin on his snout. A sressed ggrowl came from the boy in reaction to the pain as hi body thrashed about in turn- trying to come loose from the grip, but only resulting in the other's teeth cutting deeper into his skin. At this point he'd normally submit, give in and go on is way- but he was legitimately scared. The kid had never been double teamed like this before, and he truely thought he'd die by the jaws of these women. So on he went, attempting to scramble to his feet but failign as the wieght of the two women kept him pinned.
The moment he went down Solveig was on him. Using her body weight she would press her chest and forelegs against his abdomen while her hind end remained in the air, back legs spread to brace herself and keep her balance. A snarl rolled forth before she dove for her next target. The thin skin directly next to her, the belly, was what she went for. If she snagged ahold of the flesh there she would bite hard and thrash her head side to side, not so hard as to lay open his body but hard enough to let blood flow and cause grievous wounds. She could kill him like this, easily. Oh yes, a simple hard enough of a rip would lay his belly open for the crows to feed on as he suffered..still alive. So the less-severe of a bite that would be tried for was a warning. Stop struggling this instant, or be gutted alive.
Nida's one side was smarted from the fall. It ached, it throbbed, she felt each and one of them. Her breaths came uneven and heavy but she soldiers on regardless. She had to. As Sol was upon him with her teeth setting theirs sights upon his exposed stomach, Nida used her back legs, scrambling, to maneuver for a semblance of poise. All she did in her endeavor was spent energy and scrape her nails against the tones under the blanket of snow. The burly woman balks, concentrating the power of her focus on her jaws. They grit and grind so as to cause further discomfort and visible marks he would not forget while holding on dear. With one foreleg curled around him snug, the other sought land for a vice grip and to ease herself partially over him, tail shoved high. She would then position self such a way that she was no longer awkward nor strained and could attempt more thrashing.
Geoffry as soon as Sol's jaws met his stomach, he froze. Pain seared through his abdomen, nausea from the pressure and stinging pain from the fangs themselves. Blood begain oozing from his wounds, drippping from his muzzle and staining his white belly fur. The kid's heart was beating a mile a minute, but he dared not move in case the woman on his belly woudl tear. He grimaced as the other woman thrashed about, yaknign his head to and fro, tearing the flesh on his muzzle. If he was fortunate enough to get out of the ordeal alive, he'd have some scars to remember this encounter with. It would seem the cocky brat would certainly learn a lesson in manners today. Boy went limp under the power of the two, his only choice now to ride out the pain until they let him go.
Solveig, feeling the boy cease his thrashing, also went still. Her breath huffing in and out of her lungs, gaze focused on the other end where Nida had his face in her grasp, she kept her own hold on his abdomen. In the immediate area around them the snow was kicked up and pushed around, bare ground exposed in a few areas and in others the snow was stained in red from Geoff's blood. She would shift her body just slightly, pushing into him and keeping her weight on his body while a low growl would roll out to reverbrate against his stomach. The taste of his blood trickling against her tongue caused the female to salivate, which in turn also dribbled onto his pelt and into his wounds. This time she would let Nida to the talking, for if he tried anything dumb if the other female let go Sol could end him right there.
Nida's acts against the young pup had gradually came to a pause. The strength sapped itself out of her being, and the will to go on flopped without ceremony. Relinquishing her hold to his muzzle, she stared own in his eyes, teeth bared. " Do not return, or you will answer with your life next time," she spittled in his face. As far as she was concerned he deserved no respect from either of the she-wolves; he lost it upon encroaching their territory and sassing them back. Nida would then move back unsteadily, tongue slithering from parted jaws to graze over the blood about her muzzle. Her gaze bunnyhops over toward Solveig .. whenever she saw it fit to let him go or carry on, whatever. Her legs shaked and quivered from the rush of the adrenaline, no dobut. She goes silent to fill her lungs with breath but remains vigilant, ready.
The moment of stillness made Geoff more nervous than anytihng. He expected them to lash out at them, to go and tear apart his insides and rip his throat apart. The rush of adredeline kicking him into the flight or fight response made the pain of his wounds fade a bit, though the blood still oozed from his wounds. When the brown female spoke to him he started to calm down. Her words weren't really processed, the fact that she'd released him was the only thing he could think about. The kid couldn't even think of a response, he just watched with a blank expression. In that moment all he wanted was to flee, to get away from these crazy chicks, but he was still at the mercy of the one behind him. As soon as she'd let go though, he'd bolt the fuck outta there and wouldn't be back anytime soon.
Solveig would release the male as soon as Nida finished speaking. Stepping off to the side as he hopped up and rushed off, she would watch him go with a furrowed brow..tongue swiping at the blood that tinged her white muzzle, before her gaze would sweep to Nida. Her eyes lost that aggressive edge then, her muscles..still trembling from the rush..would slowly relax. Only when the boy was out of sight would Solveig approach Nida and, somewhat hesitantly, give her a few licks to the bloody muzzle. Is this bonding?
Nida's tongued curled from out her mouth to hang flaccid, off to the side. Her eyes keen on the male until he was basically out of sight, out of mind. That was when she let her attention drift to the next person of interest. The lick was a bit off-putting though did not shirk from the contact nor find reason to grow leery, but in fact reciprocate. The pink muscle had extended to brush along Solveig's face to cleanse it of blood besmirching her facial features, appreciative and more than glad for the assistance. Turning aside her face, she curls her body to walk in the direction of her badger, scoop it up, and motion with a gesture of her head to the densite. There may await others for them both.
Solveig would fall into step behind Nida as the badger was scooped up. Her tongue would also poke from between her jaws, hanging from the front, as her pants puffed out cute little clouds before her muzzle. Her paws would carry her closer to the courtyard, the sight of Vechnyy wolves laying about signaling that they'd made it. Picking out a place near the center, the female would plop down and stretch her hind legs out kind of dramatically like. Hnnng.
Nida would arrive there without further delay. The badger would be kindly dropped in its rightful place, by Solveig. " Thanks wonder woman," her cheesy grin here did not befit the wolf. She soon thereafter spins on a heel pointing in a different direction, and would continue south from here. Perhaps to go in search of Zod, her daughters, or one of the alphas. All the despite in wanting to lay herself down and curl in on herself, she pressed on, stopping to squat and relieve a stream of urine on a patch of snow intermittenly. Plod plod plod .. pee .. plod plod annnnd more plod.