August 12

Normally Miles would be out in the opening where the crowd surfaced, making new friends and bring forward all the goodies. But for once, he just wanted to be left with the meal infront of him. Not a single injury had surfaced from the unexpected hunt he had gone on while exploring on the borders of the territory. Miles had just managed follow the familiar smell of flowing blood, which so happen to be a whitetail deer that looked to be in some sort of distress. Curious eyes seem to watch for sometime while the female paced and then laid still for awhile, and the routine cycled through. This odd motion only furthered his curiousity until of course something gooey or whatever was coming out of his target. Oh yuck. OKAY, observation is over! Miles revealed himself from his hiding place, ready to play tag with his prey. The deer tried to make a run for it, but in her laboring state, it had slowed her down, and in the midst of her stumbling run, something slid out of her. Ew gross. But he stayed focused on the throat that he was ganing up on before making the leap and hitting the target straight on. The deer tried to buck away, but Miles managed right on his own to get away from the danger of the hooves and instead dragged away from the side, hoping to get to lose its footing. With having a firm grip on the jugular, soon the deers life slipped away, and he had a meal to bring back to his new pack. This will show Zodi that he sure can hunt after Miles exhibition with the Moose when he had first met Zodi so to speak. Miles just focused on the deer he just caught, adrenaline still coursing through him with his success, and well, he just left the newborn fawn, who was at a struggle in trying to get up, alone.

Solveig lay apart from the quickly growing pack, annoyance on her face from the rambunctious crowd back there. So she had situated herself at the mouth of the trail that led up to the courtyard, forepaws crossed and hard eyes staring down the trail. Soon enough, the scent of blood would cause her nostrils to flare. That ear nub would perk as her gaze settled on the sight of Miles, trudging home with a dead doe in tow. Muscles that were well hidden by a thick downy coat flexed, pushed her into a standing position and and slowly carried her toward the male. Her head was low, eyes glinting, as her lip curled to expose the tips of her canines. Hunger cramped her belly, and the smell of fresh flesh made it squeal in protest. She would not ask for a bite, would not demand the meal, but rather decided this would be a fine way to work off some of her frustration. Her walk turned into a trot, the trot into a sprint, and when she was near enough Solveig launched herself at Miles. Mouth agape, teeth exposed and chin tucked she would seek to slam herself into his shoulder and attempt to sink her teeth into the skin at his neck. RAWR.

It was seen in how he struted forward of how proud he was with killing the deer on his own. Of course, he wasn't going to spare any of the gross details of what he had witnessed. It still had him cringing at the sight of it. Guess that was mothernatures calling just as it was for him to successfully bring this deer down without an injury. His ribs were still sore from the encounter with the moose, so it was great that he didn't have a scar to add to his collection today. At least he thought that would be the case. Just when he was struggling to drag the deer by its neck to the courtyard, suddenly in the corner of his eyes, he saw one sprinting up to him in an agressive manner. Protective insticts kicked in immediately, making him drop the kill at that moment, only giving him time to turn his head, and aim jaws at his attackers face. Only he didn't know it was one of his pack mates. One he already seem to have labeled as a friend with his first encounter with her. Whether or not he was able to succeed with jaws on a part of her face, she had still managed to bump him in the shoulder, and he would only hope that the shift of his body was enough to skew her plans in getting his neck.

Solveig snarled as Miles' teeth pinched onto her cheek just below one eye. Her teeth only snapped onto air, and with a frustrated growl the bitch yanked herself backward, tearing her own skin through his teeth, to glare daggers at the male. Yes! She needed this release! To get rid of the tension she felt, and the boredom and aggravation. This was exactly what she needed. Again she would bowl toward him, head tucked so she would try to ram into his side like an angry bull while one forepaw struck out to try to hook one of his legs and pull in an attempt to knock him off balance. Go down, you fatty!

Before he even realized who it was, it was too late. His attack was already initiated, which allowed him to succeed in getting something of her cheek even if it was not the most secured hold. When she had jerked herself backwards, it gave him enough realization of whom he was fighting, and well, he had hurt her! "Oh I am so sorry!" How could he injured his own pack mate!? Bad Miles bad. It didn't even register that he wasn't even the one who initiated it. He just couldn't believe he hurt his own friend by protecting his meal! Him suddenly snapping out of his his agressive mode was enough to distract him from Sol charging at him again. Oh shit, Miles made her angry! Although her ramming into his side had made him stumble to a few steps to his side, his balance wasn't going to faulter that easily unless there was a good grip to drag him down, or him being on two legs instead of four. "Hey stop..." he would say, most likely not going to do anything seeing that this fight was already happening. So the only way that he had to possibly make her stop was to try to pin her down. With that, he would shift his body in a turn only to lift his upper body to hover over her, hoping to use his weight to tumble her over, If not, well, there goes his chance of trying to stop the fight. Gee...what did he do last time that had her stop? Think Miles, think!

Solveig growled as Miles began blubbering. What was up with his guy? He was basically a powerhouse but he barely defended himself! Suddenly her reasoning switched from dominating and stealing his food to trying to teach him a lesson. As the male reared up she tried to shove out of his way, but one paw rolled over a small branch and the bitch didn't get very far. As he landed on her back Solveig almost roared in indignation. It would be difficult to get a bite on his body now and with him bulling her she had to think quick. In their struggle of him trying to push her down and her trying to remain on her paws the swaying of his brushy tail caught her attention. With teeth bared Sol lowered her head, parted her jaws and gathered herself to shove toward the tail. If her teeth found their mark she would clamp on with all she had and begin shaking her head from side to side.

Everything was going according to plan, except the part where he stops Sol's agressive behavior. Him succeeding in getting on the side of Sol's back only seem to anger her more. So she didn't like being on the bottom. He was only momentarily on her back until a sharp pain was felt at his tail. Eyes went wide in surprise as Sol bit his tail hard. He yelped like a wuss of course. Low pain tolerance sort of thing. "Sol...no...Sol don't...don't do it..." Miles tried to convince her as he was pretty much freaking out. All he did try was to twist his body around after he was off of her, and to try to aim his jaws for her muzzle. If talking to her won't do the trick, then he would have to try and force her off.

She snarled again as more pleas came from Miles. Stop pleading and fight! Relief came as his weight left her back but then here came his teeth. Solveig jerked back, but not before his canines ripped into her nose, laying it open like a Christmas ham. Sonofabitch...but yes! He was defending himself! Still, there was a prize to be had. Again her head whipped back and forth as the bitch pedaled backward. C'moooon let it go. Let it gooo! (Don't lie you totally sang that)

OH SHIT! He did it again!? Did he hurt her? He tasted blood, OH GOSH he tasted BLOOD! Ohnonono. Mama told him to never hurt a lady and now he was. Great. Would he be sinned for this. Deeeeeep breaths Miles, you were only protecting yourself. Although even if he got her, she didn't budge from his tail. Was this all a waste of effort? Well, he didn't apologize this time like his mind wanted him to. It was too late for that. Adrenaline and instincts to protect his beautiful fluffy tail had already kicked in him. But only it was too late. When she had yanked back with trying to avoid his attack, it had ripped some flesh of the midst of his tail, imobilizing it from there on down. It only took a few more rounds of vicious pulls before it snapped cleanly off, leaving Miles yelping and skittering aways. He didn't really realize what just happen. All he knew of right now was that he was free. The question was, why? After having a whiney fit, eyes glanced around where only half of his tail was now. Eyes went wide suddenly, as if they were going to pop out, as he started freaking out with going in circles "My beautiful tail! my beautiful tail!" He frantically looked around "Where is my tail!?"

And there is was, the fluff hanging from her jaws. The bloody end dripping onto the earth below. A wicked gleam lit her eyes before she dropped the appendage and placed a paw on it. Sol's tongue flicked out to lap at the blood that ran from her nose. "You will learn to defend yourself without hesitation. You will learn to fight for what is yours. You WILL toughen up or you will die. Vechnyy is no place for weaklings." The bitch would snort, spraying blood with the push of air, and pick the tail up again. She moved a few steps to the doe and turned a cold eye on Miles, "I'm taking this, too." She would state. Her head lowered, jaws fumbling for grip around and both tail and doe, and she would turn to head back to the courtyard.

Had bent down, slowly licking at the blood at the end of his half tail. Each lick was followed by a pitiful whimper. He only looked toward the direction of Sol when she had spoke. Say, those kind of sounded like the words from Zodi. Did he tell her about their fight? Or maybe about the moose hunt? Who knows! Seeing that two were saying similar things, amybe he did need to start toughening up. He certainly looks tough now though with his collection of scars! Yeah, Miles was proud of his scars even if each one was the result of failure. His mind was soon off of his own tail when splutter of blood came from Sol's nose. Soon enough he was on his paws heading directly toward her, trying to block her from going anywhere. Whether or not she accepted it or not, He'd attempt to apply tender licks to her open wounds. Nope not going anywhere until getting a thorough clean up. If he had succeeded in cleaning it without any sort of protest, he would then afterwards say "Let me help you carry that back." He pointed his eyes toward the deer he had caught. Even after a fight, he was able to show a soft side. Determining on how he could improve his toughness can be thought about later. Gosh Miles, your such a softy.

The approach had been unexpected..and the matter of it VERY unexpected. At the least she would have thought he'd take her advice and try to take the doe back for himself. She stilled as he cleaned her nose, the for and tail eventually sliding from her jaws. Her gaze, less harsh now, found his face. "Thank you." She almost choked on the words, "I will eat my fill of the doe when we get home. The rest will go to our new Tsar, Zodi." Her voice said firmly, though no more aggression tainted it. With a subtle nod she would gather the tail and deer leg in her maw again and would await his assistance before heading home.