Mercy Needed [Open for Rūju Tribe]

Ayzaye had been out hunting in the early morning. The new snow was proving a menace, and she hadn't found a single piece of prey. The russet-coloured wolf was growing grumpy. Of course, her mood wasn't exactly lifted when the odd scent hit her. A wolf..from a pack? She took another sniff. Bison Pack? She groaned. What was an intruder -especially a pack wolf - doing in the upland meadows? She'd better....dispose of them quickly. Running through the snow, the assassin quickly spotted Malikai. "Do you smell that? We've got an intruder on our paws," she growled. 

Malikai paused, the scent grew strong, it was if it had manifested itself and trotted around in front of him. He wrinkled his nose, it was a terrible smell, well to him, he wasn’t used to it.

Finally, a smudge of pale red/tan fur could be seen off in the distance, standing out against the white snow like a cougar in an elk herd. The rogue male growled, there really was a pack wolf on their land. A dirty, mange ridden, pampered pack wolf. Despite the males disgust, Malikai stayed quite. He watched as the red wolf sat down, what’s he doing? Is he crazy? Does he not know where he is? The dark muzzled male narrowed his eyes, clearly confused and irritated towards the pack wolf’s actions. That’s enough, he thought, not wanting to wait anymore. You’re out of here. With a bloodcurdling yelp Malikai sprung forward, powerful hind legs boosting him forward with each bound ahead. In a matter of heartbeats he was on the pack wolf. He took a final leap and landed square on the intruder, trying to ignore it’s scent.

"What are you doing here, you know us rogues don’t favor your company." He hissed into the red males ear, keeping him on the ground with oddly strong fore legs. It’s what tribe wolves were trained for. Defending their land and attacking intruders. Titan had been sure to train the assassins with brute force, enhancing their strength and slyness. Malikai didn’t bother to sneak up on this wolf though, he has simply been begging for trouble.

Watching as a wolf ran up to him with furious anger in his eyes and the older wolf braced himself. Soon enough, a smaller, much more scrawny wolf was standing on top of him, claws digging into his back. His legs buckled under him and his head was forced into the soft snow bellow. Letting out a small growl, Storm bared his teeth, craning his eyes to see the other that had arrived. Well, the stories were true, Rogues were definitely malnourished and not the friendliest of creatures.

Letting out a yelp of pain, Storm panted from the pain in his wounded side, in which the other wolf was standing on. "I-I just want to talk!" he barked, wincing at the pain. Before he could say anything else, a scent hit his nose and he suddenly felt an uneasy feeling. The heavy thump of paws on the snow filled his ears like a steady heartbeat and all Storm wanted to do was run. Run away from this place, maybe go to Aspen Meadows instead. He'd heard that the territory there was much less deadly, so why'd he come here in the first place? With questions and thoughts running through his mind, the older wolf could only focus on one thing: Who else was coming and why did its' scent make him want to cower like a twolegged dog?

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Hearing some barks beyond a hill, Titan perked his ears. Something was up, and the Dominant was curious enough to stop his hunt and check it out. Leaving the fresh scent of rabbit, the tall wolf ran through the snow, adrenaline pumping through his veins and his muscles tensing as he prepared himself for anything. It had started snowing again and in just a few moments, the once fluffy white flakes were blinding.

Making it to the top of the hill, Titan looked to where the sound was coming from and could just barely make out a few small dots. The wind and snow blocked all scents and running down the hill, it wasn't until he got closer that he was able to depict the disgusting scent of a pack wolf. Just thinking about wolves from the south made his blood boil with anger and the snow covered wolf gave a last burst of speed, soon reaching his tribe-mates and... a pack wolf.

Letting out a deep bark, the Dominant called for silence from Ayzaze and Malikai. Standing tall and trying to hide the fact that his eyes were in pain from the snow, Titan looked down at the wolf with nothing but hatred. "What is a pack wolf doing on our land?" he spat, baring his teeth and fluffing up his fur as he looked from Ayzaye to Malikai and waited for an answer. The scent of blood filled his nose and it was a wonderful scent that told him that this wolf was already injured, though unfortunately not from the tribe sense they didn't have blood on their jaws, but some other source. He'd figure that out later.

Malikai kept his paws planted firmly into the pack wolf's shoulder. "Just want to talk, huh?" He spat, his deep blue eyes trembling with unnecessary hate towards the stranger.

Suddenly, the all to familiar sound of Titan's paws thudded through the snow from somewhere behind. Even though there was a thick layer of the cold, white substance, the dominate males paw steps could be heard. The dark muzzled male glanced behind him, careful not to loosen his grip on the russet colored wolf under him. Sure enough, Titan's broad figure could be seen approaching.

He perked his ears as the dominate conversed with Ayzaye. Malikai turned his head to face the pack wolf again. "Titan, I'm sure your brute force can get this pampered cougar-prey to talk truth. It claims that it just wants to speak, but it's a matter of if they'll speak lies or not." He snarled, glaring down at the male, waiting for Titan to make a move.