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Renmy Soril

"Hey this is crazy, but I just met you, so leave me the BLOODY HELL ALONE!"

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a character in “Shadows at Dawn: The Gathering”, as played by Skwidge

Description

Renmy Soril


Age: 19

Picture: Image Image

Additional Appearance: Renmy stands at a relatively normal 5' 5''. Her skin is only slightly tanned, and her eyes are of an amber color. She weighs only 110 pounds, and is almost always found with at least two or three bandages on her person at any one time. The wolf usually reserves her smiles or any pleasant emotion behind a wall of indifference, pain, or discouragement.

Clothing: She really isn't fashionable at all, and usually sticks with flannel shirts and cargo pants, though she also likes sweaters. She also has a favorite jacket with a popped collar instead of a hood.

Weapon: Renmy uses the shadows and the trees as her weapon. She also has a pocket knife which she always has in a spare pocket. Her actual weapon is the knife.

Faction: A member of the wolves.

Rank: Gamma.

Animal: Wolf. Renmy has a very slim figure in this form, much like her human's form, and her fur is uncharacteristically soft. One may even go so far as to say plush. Image

Background: Renmy was born as a human in a city within Colorado. Her mother was a kin who abandoned her wolfen life and married a normal human, though she died after giving birth to Renmy. Renmy lived her life pretty normally at first, but then weird things started to happen to her. Sure, at first she had at least one friend at school, but that was it. She was never good at making friends, and she really never learned how to (which is why she's so awkward around other people). But then it all changed one day at school.

It was like any other day at school, pretty boring and flat as per usual, but it was around lunch when she accidently changed into her wolf form. She had absolutely no power over it, and it simply happened at random. Everyone who saw screamed and began a panicked run to try to get out. Her new found ears were pressed against her skull, her tail tucked between her legs in fear and panic. Her best friend stood among the chaos, just looking at her with pain in his eyes. Pain and fear. And those eyes have never left her consciousness, they're forever there to haunt her, give her nightmares. They spoke of betrayal, and rejection towards her. The teacher called 911, and Renmy knew what happened then. She had to get out, or...

She just needed to get out then and there. So she scurried along the tile, continuously falling, completely unused to the wolf's form. But utter panic seized her, and her own instincts then kicked in, and she made a mad dash/wiggle towards the exit. She fled back home, but found no safety there. Her own father pulled a gun on her, and she had to escape from everything she knew and understood.

When the adrenaline subsided, only despair, depression, and rejection lingered on. And that was how she was for the next two days. The girl had no idea how to revert to her human form, didn't know where to go, didn't know how to hunt. So when she stumbled onto the werewolves' pack, or rather, they came upon her (which is a completely different story entirely), she went along without a word. They were fairly quick to accept her in, though she still never opened her maw to speak, her body language was pretty vague as well.

So she's always been the way she is now, all triggered by that trauma from her childhood. She doesn't let anyone near her, she doesn't want to be rejected again, so she guards herself very strictly. She goes into a subtle, concealed panic whenever any stranger approaches her, and she does her best to escape from them. It's like reliving that horrid day over and over again whenever such a meeting occurs, all that Renmy has on her mind at that point is to just get away, to get out of the building again. So she disappears into the forests.

The girl prefers to be out among the trees, and really does like her human form better. In wolf form, she can't actually climb them. She has a couple of hidey holes within their territory, and usually takes to them on most days.

Personality: Renmy is actually extremely different from how her faction should act. She's very solitary, and keeps to herself because of such. She's prefers to keep to herself and usually skips on any social gathering that isn't a meeting. She's clumsy and often gets herself into many many tangles. (which is why she's always found with bandages and cuts as well as bruises) and even though she's been in her pack for a decent amount of time, she's still not sure if they're too accepting of her ways. She isn't really good at talking to others, and such is the reason she doesn't talk to strangers. Though when she does talk, she usually trips over her words or carefully chooses them. She tries not to show her face too much either, but does her work loyally.

How do you feel about the other faction: She doesn't care about them, so long as they leave her alone and don't try to force her to talk to them. She'd probably just shoot straight away from them.

Miscellaneous: Here Without You, 3 Doors Down.

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So begins...

Renmy Soril's Story

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Renmy Soril and Vale Alvers



It had been way too early to be dragged out of one's room, and book, by a seven year old with a questing lust who also apparently had no idea just what 4 a.m. meant. But nonetheless, the little girl had managed to pester the gamma wolf into taking her out into the territory at 4-in-the-fricken-morning, which Renmy was still fuming about, crouched down a little ways away from the shore to the wide stream Vale had discovered while they were out trekking. She had her elbows resting on her knees, her chin in one palm as she watched the little one. It wasn't so much that the older wolf was mad about missing sleep, she was usually awake on her own accord anyway (though didn't really know why herself), but it was more having to reface the little snake so early.

Vale was watching the water oh so curiously, her mouth opened partially in the form of a tiny 'o' with her hands folded behind her back for the moment being, her gaze hopping and sweeping over the water and surrounding earth. She then pressed her lips back together, a wide, cheerful smile replacing her previous expression. She plodded down to the shoreline to get a closer look, and a small hiccup escaped her lips as she leaned over the water. She then took a step forward, her leg stiff before she hopped nimbly onto the first stone in the water. She teetered a bit, her arms spread straight out and wobbling slightly as she tried to keep her balance, hopping from stone to stone.

Renmy looked up, her gaze snapping to the white-haired girl, aghast. "N-no, Vale, don't- those rocks are bloody slippery, you could slip!" The red-haired girl whined, quickly shifting to a standing position and taking off down to the stream herself. Renmy really didn't want to get wet, but the little pup was getting further and further away. "-Eh…nh." She muttered uncertainly, rubbing the back of her head as she tried to make a quick decision. By the time Vale got to the third rock, Renmy sprang into action. And by sprang, she stepped forward onto the first rock, tried to make it to the second only to find that the spray from the water buffeting the rocks got under her sneaker which then caused her to slip off, successfully scraping her leg on the way down into the water. But on the bright side, she didn’t make that big of a splash despite her awkward form going down.

Resurfacing, she spat out the water that forced its way into her mouth, her hand immediately rising up to her head to check for any more cuts or bruises. To answer her own question, she let out a soft, "Owww...." only managing a squeak. Meanwhile, Vale had crouched down on her own rock, her hands resting on her knees as she gave Renmy a big, innocent smile. "Wasn't that hypociwhat-ical? I did use that correctly, right?" Her face then donned a curious/questioning feature, her mouth open just a bit and her eyes big and searching the very much soaked face of her friend. Renmy's hair was sticking to her face and forehead, and she quickly sloshed her way out of the water, Vale hopping on the stones behind her. "
Yeah, I guess you did… but it's- hypocritical. We should go home… now." She said the last word a bit sternly, and Vale merely smiled and nodded, wriggling her hand into the red-headed gamma's soaked one.

Renmy sighed, running her free hand along the left side of her face, also shifting her hair back from the skin. The two quickly headed back to the ranch house, which thankfully it wasn't a far walk. The sun was just peeking up from the mountains, warming up the surrounding area a bit. That much was a comfort to Renmy, but it was a far cry from actually getting her dry. So the fem appeared at the front door to the house, completely soaked to the skin and sopping wet all over. The sun provided a lot more light, though it really didn’t help much of anything other than enhance the scenery. But Renmy really didn't have time to dwell on that. She fumbled with the doorknob for a few moments before managing to get the door open, and Vale hopped her way inside, letting go of the older wolf’s hand. However, pausing, the young girl tilted her head up, almost seemingly to sniff the air, before shooting off down the halls.

"W-what, NO, oh geh, you've... yo- have to be kidding...." Her voice was naught but a frantic groan as she began to run off after the girl before she got herself into more trouble.

Vale skidded to a stop in front of the meeting room's door, reaching up and grasping the handle before turning it to the side, swinging the door wide open and peering inside. Her eyes rested on the pretty sunrise that was just in her view from one of the windows, and another massive smile lit up her small little face. Her gaze quickly flickered to the alpha, and she shot over to his desk, leaning up on it with her small hands scrabbling along the wood surface towards the keen little shiny bottle. "What is this? Are you drinking it?? I wanna try some!" Quick as a whip, her index finger was sliding along the mouth of the container and back into her own. She scrunched up her face immediately, and brought a hand to her throat, coughing and sticking her tongue out. "What ITH that thtuthf!? Blehc." She made a mock gag, pointing to her open mouth with her tongue still out in the open, thus causing her speech to be slurred and incomplete, a somewhat sort of frown on her face. Though she was just as quickly caught up in the new shiny object that suddenly grabbed her attention, just sitting there right by the alpha’s arm like it owned Vale’s entire world.

Her hands were already up on the sturdy piece of furniture once more, her tongue returned as she had seemingly and utterly forgotten the bad taste in her mouth, pushing herself up until her legs were dangling a good foot or more off the ground, positioning her weight a bit and leaning forward to the gun. Her curious little wandering Vale hands quickly met the metal and enclosed around the barrel, dragging it back to her body where it would be much more convenient to reach. She then allowed herself to drop down, gun in hand, before quickly prodding every part of it. She turned it around, looking straight down the muzzle, her finger resting on the keen little trigger. “What is this?” The little child asked Anvar curiously, turning the object around once more and aiming it right at the alpha. Though she didn’t realize it, almost all of her focus was caught with the little designs and the overall gleaming shininess.

It was pretty much a foreign object to her, and she pressed down on the trigger curiously, listening intently to the little click and small clunk that notified the user that it was empty and needed to be reloaded.

Meanwhile, Renmy was still running through the house, just coming up to the hall where the meeting room was located, having followed the hyper-powered child by scent, as the darn slippery girl had gotten out of her sight with her quick little legs practically at the beginning. However, with her figure continually dripping water along the floor, and not to mention her shoes had a good deal of liquid sloshing around her feet and leaking out through the holes and material, it caused her to slip as she had stopped abruptly before turning around with some of that previous momentum left over. She went sliding straight across the floor, quickly approaching a nice sleek table with a very expensive vase on it.
"Oh bloody hell!" She yelped, colliding right into the table, the vase shifting from the surface slipping right out from under it, thus launching it just a bit forward. Renmy managed to worm her way north on her stomach, grasping desperately for the decorative piece. She barely managed to catch it and she let out a sigh of relief as the table met the floor with a crash. "...." She then looked at the vase, her right eyebrow suddenly arching. "WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?"

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A small beam of light from the hallway entered a dark room through a narrowly opened door. The faint light seemed quickly absorbed in the darkened room, revealing a dresser and a bookshelf before fading away. Completely in the blackness was a medium sized wooden bed, piled high with tangled sheets. A large form lay curled up on top of the sheets, her bushy tail curled around her body and covering her nose. Her chest lightly moved up and down, ears flicking as she gave a small whine in response to some dream. Abruptly, a soundless snarl contorted the wolf's long muzzle, exposing fierce fangs. Her leg twitched a couple times and she gave a couple deep huffs before settling back to her former relaxed position.

Suddenly, her dark ears flickered, catching the sounds of a door slamming open, a little girl's voice. One yellow eye slowly opened, observing the quiet room before scrunching closed again as the large wolf shifted into a deep stretch. Settling back on the pile of sheets, she yawned, sharp teeth gleaming even in the dark room.Cyra hopped down from the bed, her large paws making a soft thud on the carpet before she glided out of the room. As she pushed the door open, a loud bang resounded from downstairs. This was soon followed by yelling. It was Renmy alright.

She quietly strode down the stairs, sniffing the various small puddles that dotted the floor. They lead her right to the study. Not surprisingly, Renmy was laying on the slightly wet floor, a vase in her outstretched arms and its table on the ground beside her. 'You okay?' Cyra inquired, her tail still and straight out behind her as she sniffed the girl, quickly determining she had no new injuries, at least nothing major. 'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.' She considered Renmy with a wry look in her eye. She roughly nudged the girl's shoulder several times with her nose, wanting her to get up.

When Cyra was satisfied, she gave a final wag of her bushy tail and lazily walked into the study, quickly taking everything in. Anvar was sitting behind his desk, the light from the rising sun lighting his face. She noted a bottle of whiskey on the desk, nearly half empty, not far from where little Vale was busy playing with a gun. Cyra's ears went back reflexively, a look of concern in her eyes before she noted the repeating click that signaled the gun was empty. Still standing in the doorway, Cyra's eyes went emphatically to the whiskey bottle before landing on Anvar's face.

'That should probably be put away before...' her eyes flickered to the girl, "does a taste test." As she ambled over to a couch on the left of the desk, she mumbled, 'Don't get why you are drinking in the morning, anyway.' She hopped up at one end of the couch and sat, watching Vale play with the gun.

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Cain's eyes opened for a second before he quickly shut them again, raising a hand to block his face from the morning sunlight streaming in. He rolled over onto his side and stretched, letting out a loud yawn. His dull red eyes reopened, lazily looking back over to the window. The curtains weren't drawn tightly closed as they usually were- they were letting in far more light than Cain would accept at this hour. Groaning, he raised himself from his bed and walked to the window, hastily tugging the curtains closed.

Turning back to his room, he grabbed a stray t-shirt from the floor and tugged it on before exiting his room. He eyes were bleary and his hair was unkempt as usual, but those were the only two things that showed that he had only just woken up. The fact that he was wearing an old, messy looking t-shirt could have also been a sign, but only to people who recognized his usual style of dressing.

Cain walked downstairs, taking notice of the few lights that were on, but decided to disregard them for now. It wasn't surprising seeing as how most of the pack members usually got up before him anyways. He made his way into the kitchen, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and opening one of the cabinets. He pushed aside a few things until he found the small box that he'd shoved into the very back, attempting to keep it hidden from the others. It was a half-full box of small shortbread cookies, one of Cain's favorite foods. After taking two out, he put one in his mouth and put the box back again, leaving the kitchen.

Soon enough he was walking back down the hallway towards Anvar's study. He stopped short when he saw a figure sprawled out on the floor, soon recognizing it as Renmy. He walked over to her, stepping carefully as he realized that the floor was wet around her. He kneeled down, his same neutral expression still in place, the cookie still in his mouth. Biting off the piece that was in his mouth, he took out the rest before speaking. "...Are you alright?" His eyebrow was slightly arched as he looked at her, wondering how she'd ended up like this, as well as how she'd gotten soaked to the bone.

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"WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?"

It was the last straw as the silk sheets slowly raised from the still bed resembling an apparition. The darkness also added to the illusion as the curtains securely blocked the rising sun's light from entering the room. For a few moments, the scenery remained without change and was only dispelled by a click of a tongue. Long and slender fingers grabbed on to the sheets and pulled it away with much resentment. Upon doing so, it revealed a handsome young man with messy crimson hair and mesmerizing pair of red and gold eyes. Albeit, the eyes were hazed with annoyance accompanied by a tint of sleepiness. This person was none other than Brandin. Placing his right hand over his face, it effectively covered half of it as he closed his eyes. He always hated waking up to unpleasant noises unless they were the screams of those he had the ecstasy of killing. It would also seem that his fellow wolves were already up and about with their every movement creating more noises to his sensitive ears. Opening his gold eyes that was not covered up, he looked at the digital watch at the end table near his bed. It was just a little past 4 in the morning. How could he sleep peacefully like this? Gritting his teeth, he removed his hand from his face and quickly stood up from his bed. The silk covers hiding his frame now fully revealed him.

"So noisy. Tsk."

Clicking his tongue once again, Brandin stood beside his bed and scratch his head in dismal of his situation. He was only wearing a pair of black pajama pants without a top. In short, he was half-naked and it did not bother him at all. He went to the small corner of his room where a table and a chair were elegantly placed. On the table, there was a Staunton chess set with some of its pieces already moved. It was not any chess set as it was one of the 500 sets that were signed and numbered by Howard Staunton the one designed this particular chess set. If he could recall, this set was numbered 1. As if he would allow himself to have anything less. He grabbed hold of his black sleeping robe and wore it. He did not bother closing it properly. After doing so, he moved the black rook forward defeating the white knight piece. This made him smirk but only momentarily as he released a yawn. It seemed he still require a few hours of sleep. However, the noises keep continuing on along with the few voices that reached his ears.

"Who died for them to be so freakin' lively?"

Speaking with a tone of irritation yet low enough indicating Brandin was still not in the mood for lively chatter. He left his room and released a soft sigh. It irked him to wake up so early. It was not even an emergency. They were not the only living being here in the house. He had even took the room farthest from everyone due to his preference of peace and quiet and a lot of privacy. He even made a point that Vale would never enter his room at all costs. If he remembered correctly, he frightened the little pup to the point the young one would avoid him. He was scolded by the Alpha because of that. Well, it did not matter to him. He got he wanted anyway. The hell hound of curiosity did not imposed on his privacy or bother him with the pup's triviality. Although, it was a miracle that despite the location of his room he could still hear their incessant noises not to mention that scream which broke his patience. Closing the door to his room, he walked towards where the congregation of the noises were coming from. They knew better than to get him in a bad mood so early in the morning.

Soon, Brandin turned around the corner and was now in the hallway leading to the Alpha's study room/meeting hall as well. His eyes caught sight of two individuals. One was Cain and another one was having an intimate discussion with the floor which he had noticed to be Renmy. Approaching the two, he looked at Cain momentarily and then to Renmy who was holding a vase. He was certain that she was the one shouting earlier. It was also noticeable that she was soaking wet. He hardly doubt that the vase did that. Looking at the corner of his eyes, he saw the fallen table and placed it back to its proper position. Afterwards, he took the vase in Renmy's hand without saying anything and placed it on the table. Taking a moment to look at his handiwork, he returned his attention to Renmy. The girl was a klutz. Everyone knew that. He only wished she would do that when he is not sleeping.

"You woke me up, Renmy."

His eyes of red and gold stared at her with clear irritation. After a brief moment to let his words sink in, Brandin looked at Cain again. He did not spare the man any greetings but gave a nod of acknowledgement before passing him to gain entrance to the study. After all, he was rudely woken up. Entering the study without much of respect, his eyes traveled at the ones present inside and casually leaned at the door frame. Crossing his arms, he released a small yawn. His eyes showed annoyance which made those heterochromic eyes glow in an eerie manner. If one did not know any better, they would find beauty in danger. He lazily placed his right index finger into his right ear and turned it around playfully.

"Would you keep it down. You're not the only people here."

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To no surprise to the alpha, the figuire standing in the doorway was in fact the little pup who's curiousity could kill over half the cats in the world. Her eyes rested on something through the window to which Anvar paid no attention too his focus was on Vale, and as a massive smile lit up her small little face he himself couldn't help but to smile with. Her gaze quickly flickered to him acknowledging he did infact exist and out of no where with her childish, erratic energy sprinted over to his desk, leaning up on it, with some difficulties, with her small hands scrabbling along the wood surface towards his whiskey. "What is this? Are you drinking it?? I wanna try some!" And before Anvar could explain it wasn't for children, those little hands of hers had snatched up the bottle while her index finger was sliding along the mouth of the container and back into her own. She scrunched up her face immediately, and brought a hand to her throat, coughing and sticking her tongue out. "What ITH that thtuthf!? Blehc." She made a mock gag causing a bout of laughter from him, pointing to her open mouth with her tongue still out in the open, a sort of frown on her face. Anvar took the bottle back from the little pup, smile still on his face. "It's called whiskey and don't worry when you're older, and maybe the alpha one day, you'll learn to like it." He remarked in a calm tone.

He noticed her eyes focussing on something else and once againer hands were already up on the sturdy piece of furniture once more, her tongue returned into her mouth, pushing herself up again her hands made towards Retrobution. Her curious little wandering Vale hands quickly met the metal and enclosed around the barrel, dragging it back to her body as Anvar merely continued to watch, intrigued by her rection to his gun. She then dropped her little frame down, gun in hand, before quickly prodding every part of it. She turned it around, looking straight down the muzzle, making the alpha bite his lower lip as he was grateful he had kept it unloaded as her finger resting on the keen little trigger. “What is this?” The little child asked Anvar curiously, turning the object around once more and aiming it right at the alpha. Though she didn’t realize it, almost all of her focus was caught with the dangerous weapon that she was oblivious too.

She pressed down on the trigger curiously, Damn I'm glad I made this room child safe with her around he thought, a feeling of relief that he kept the ammunition to his gun locked away in the desk, she was listening intently to the little click and small clunk that notified the user that it was empty and needed to be reloaded. Clearing his throat to get her attention he looked her in her large eyes, his smile still on his lips. "That my little princess is called a gun but this one has a name, Retrobution." He paused so that she could take it in before he carried on. "It was my father's and when he..." He was interupted as his ears picked up a body hitting the floor followed by a "WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?" It was no doubt Renmy the pups 'social worker', Anvar couldn't help but to bring his right hand to his face, shaking his head slightly, after a second or two of this he began to carry on his sentance. "When he died, it became mine." The memory of his father's death was still caused a sharp pain in his heart and left a bitter feeling when it subsided. "If you want I can teach you how to use it, that is though if a little princess like you would want to know how to use a big old gun like that." The bitter feeling subsided as a strange paternal feeling crept into him but was cut short when his ears once again picked up movement just outside the door

A wolf imeddiately entered the study and despite it being a member of the canine family he knew it was Cyra. Her eyes first went to him, then his bottle of whiskey and finally to the pup playing with the doubled barrelled magnum, ears slanted down while her eyes shone with concern, causing a feeling of slight amusement to Anvar. She seemed to relax when a little when it became obvious the gun wasn't loaded. Still standing in the doorway, Cyra's eyes went emphatically to the whiskey bottle before landing on Anvar's face. 'That should probably be put away before...' her eyes flickered to the girl, "does a taste test." Causing a low chuckle to come from his throat. "Too late my little princess has already tried it bu I don't think I'm going to make an alcoholic out of her just yet." He smiled that rather unsettling, to a normal human anyway, wolfish grin of his, she then ambled to the couch and mumbled something which even with his good hearing he still couldn't quite pick out the words and began to watch Vale play.

In a moment of them watching her another member entered the room, Ulrica, Anvar met her gaze as she nodded to him, giving her a warm smile, he knew she was a shy one and didn't hold it against her that she doesn't just say hello like most people would. She walked over to a seat close to the other beta and must have heard what she mumbled as she gave a soft smile to her. "Well this is Anvar we're talking about..." She spoke quietly, making it clear that she was emphasizing on the word "Is". "Besides he is the alpha..." She finished, leaning against the wall deciding she wasn't going to sit, Anvar let out another wolfish grin turning his attention to Ulrica. "You know I've always liked you Ulrica.... You get me." He almost cackled bur held it in, he wasn't being mean about her comment he just made a joke over a lot of things, you could say it was a defence mechanism of his and you'd be half right. "Alright I'm going to be a bit serious....I know scary right. Anyway I hope you both would remember what day it is but I'll forgive you if you don't it's not like it effects either of you really." His voice grew seriously, although only slightly. "Anyway I'll be leaving you two in full charge of the pack today when you go for patrol soon." He shooked his head at their surprise. "Now don't be like that I trust both of you with my hide no matter what the situation is and besides you both still owe me for these." His tone grew back to it's joker like ways as he pointed to the various scars that covered his skin.

"Would you keep it down. You're not the only people here." An irritated voice spoke up, revealing it to be Brandin. Wow it's busier than usual in here, he thought surprised at the multi-coloured eyed werekin. "Well maybe if you stopped taking lessons from Sleeping Beauty and took a page out of my book you'd already be up and doing something productive but now you are and guess what you're going on patrol soon." His smile faded, out of all the members of his pack he liked Brandin, or the Sleaping Beauty wannabe as Anvar often dubbed him, the least. His attitude towards the rest of them was rather cold at best and down right hostile at worst. "And besides you don't need any beauty sleep, what ever God exist knows it won't help you." He smirked, getting up and stretching before taking the bottle and downed the rest of his drink, placing it back down when he finished. He walked over to Vale, who was still engrossed in the gun, and picked her up placing her on his left shoulder so she was sitting down. He turned around to the betas his smile returning. "Will you two beauties round up everyone and take them on patrol?" They replied and done what he wished, he waited till all of them had left the house, watching them through the window while Vale remained on his shoulder. "Vale, would you like to come to a special place of mine?" He asked, looking up into her little face.

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Renmy's figure shook slightly, the adrenaline from the slide still coursing through her nerves and networks, the vase wobbling in her clutches. She let out a few more small breaths, realizing once again that her hair was plastered all over her face- something that was an extreme irritation. She had brought up her knees just a bit for a more comfortable position, though she still wasn't completely comfortable with getting up. But then Cyra decided to wander over and check on her, making a snide comment on the side.

'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.'

Renmy's eyes traveled over to where her fellow wolf was standing, and she let out a huff of breath before replying carefully. "I... really, don't think that you'd be able- to er, find enough glue for that anyway. Besides, I'd probably forget and then get my hand stuck somewhere or, uh, other." She didn't expect Cyra to then proceed in the act of prodding her with her nose, something that made the red-headed gamma jump ever so slightly in surprise, her hands slipping off the vase for a second, and then fumbling to re-catch it before it fell over and cracked or something.

She shot a small glare at Cyra as she abandoned her and walked into the alpha's office. However, she didn't get to keep that train of thought going, as she soon saw Ulrica, the second female beta (which she didn't understand- having two females for the betas, but shrugged it off anyway), completely ignore her presence and walk straight into the study. The fem pressed her lips together, blinking quietly. I... guess that's a good thing. One less person I have to explain myself to. She thought to herself a bit strained, trying to console her conscience.

Carefully, she slid backwards on her knees, attempting to prop herself up so she could sit down. In the process, she distractedly had the thought of her form representing a worm like in the cartoons moving. After another shiver, Ren let out a collected sigh, glad that she had made it thus far. But once more, another member of the pack wandered over to her.

It was none other than Cain, and she clutched the vase close to her chest at the sound of his voice asking if she was alright. She nibbled her lip a bit nervously before replying to him. "I'm fine. Er, well, as fine as I can be at any one particular moment in time...." Her face suddenly whitened as she realized just how many people had gotten up and looked over her, which meant that she must have also woken them up.

And as if to confirm her suspicion, Brandin stormed mutely over, picking up the table and replacing it against the wall. The girl's lower lip trembled unseen, and the two-hued eyes seemed, at least to her, to bore into her face and figure before the owner of them stooped over her and practically pried the vase from her trembling fingers, replacing it on the table. Almost as soon as her hands were free from the object, her left one shot up to her face and pulled back the hair sticking annoyingly onto her skin and poking her eyes. The right one clutched her right thigh lightly, her eyes straying over to Cain's feet to distract herself from Brandin's wrath.

"You woke me up, Renmy."

And her face had just begun to return to color too. The red-headed gamma remained utterly silent, crossing her arms one in front of the other loosely, she peered up at him, but his gaze rested on Cain now before he shuffled into the alpha's office. Renmy once more bit her lower lip before looking up at Cain's face and reached for his hand to assist her in getting up. She'd probably slip again, no matter what the odds might be, so her damp and clammy hand met his warm one, and she pulled herself up once she noted he had braced himself a bit. Or at least she hoped that that was what he was doing. Man, would that ever be a calamity if he should tumble down with her onto the floor if he hadn't been paying attention to what she herself had been doing.


Vale Alvers


The little pup scrunched up her face, glancing at Anvar with her right eye squinted and her left eyebrow raised. "I don't think I could ever like this yucky water stuff. And I don't want to be an alpha, it's too much work." She put her hands on her hips, and shook her head resolutely, the gun still in her hand. As the older wolf explained to her just what she was handling, she scanned his face warily. She didn't particularly like being called princess, but she let it slide, and didn't tell anyone about it either. It was mostly just the alpha who called her that anyway.

"Ret- yeah, uhm, I can't... I don't think I can say tha- Retruo... Re...." Once more she shook her head, clutching the gun tightly as she continued to fidget with it as he paused with the crash coming from outside the room. Vale didn't pay it much mind, already knowing it was probably Renmy. Though, she did take a second to peer out the door, though couldn't really see anything anyway.

"When he died, it became mine." Vale looked up innocently, still not understanding the full technicalities of how death worked. "I think that's sad. Why do people... die, Anvar?" The child's eyes always grew at least a little bit wider whenever she asked a question. Her features picked up though when he said he'd teach her how to use such a dangerous, although again still unbeknownst to her, weapon. In reality, the girl would probably end up causing some serious damage to both object and person alike if not warned properly about such a thing.

She looked over as she heard Cyra enter the room, and grinned brightly again, flailing her little arm in greeting to another member of her family. She watched as the girl in wolf form flickered her ears this way and that as she communicated and accentuated such speech with different facial features and stances before finally resting down on the couch and allowing a mumble of sorts to permeate the air. Then Ulrica decided to join the group and Vale gave her a sideways expression of greeting, soon losing interest in her as she didn't speak often.

She could vaguely hear titters in her range of hearing as people made talk out in the hall in response to Renmy's crash, although Vale was fairly unawares of what actually happened out there. But she was captured in the shininess of the gun, her attention recalled and refocused to it. That is, until Brandin came in too. The little girl whirled around and pointed the gun right at him, pulling down on the trigger. She beamed up at him cheerfully, the click coming quickly after the action, and then the thunk a half second later. Sure, he was a little scary, but she wasn't really too nervous what with all the other members in the room as well. Besides, it was in her nature not to be phased too much by a more intimidating pack member. Or at least as long as she was a pup, she'd have to learn about those things eventually, but that wasn't until later.

Her arm dropped once more, and she looked back up at Anvar as he began to comment on a Disney character or other, and she made a revolted face as he downed the rest of the nasty liquid. He then began to talk about duties and such and the child quickly lost interest in the room and gun, replacing it on his desk.

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Cyra gave a small huff, amusement plain on her face when Anvar informed her that Vale had already gotten a taste. Cyra wasn't surprised at all, but sometimes the girl's intense curiosity concerned her. What would happen when she got into something more dangerous that a taste of whiskey or an unloaded gun? And even worse, what if none of the pack was able to get the pup out of it?

Ulrica entered the room just as Cyra made her comment. Of course, Ulrica had to make a comment of her own. Cyra's ears went back slightly, her eyes narrowing for a moment at her fellow beta. Though it was a true statement, and even one that Cyra agreed with, she resented it when it came from one who she deemed a rival. Though Cyra and Ulrica were equal in authority, Cyra was always wary of any attempt by Ulrica to gain more authority, imagined or not. At Anvar's grinning comment, Cyra somehow got the idea that the alpha was beginning to favor Ulrica over her, though it was said in a joking manner. Her ears flattened back more severely, eyes again narrowing at the beta, as a soundless growl rumbled in her throat.

This was quickly cut off by the alpha's next statement. Cyra gave a sneeze, and her expression instantaneously changed, one ear straight up with the other cocked back in almost playful manner. With her head tilted to one side, she seemed curious and attentive to the Alpha's words. She was only slightly surprised that he was sending them out on patrol without him, but she took the responsibility seriously. When he pointed at his various scars, one side of Cyra's lip curled up, tail wagging playfully as she grinned back at him in her own way.

Suddenly, Brandin came in, grumpy as usual. Cyra merely turned her grin to him, happy at the thought of getting out of the house, even if it was just to go on patrol. She gave another amused huff as Vale "shot" him with the gun. She paid little attention to Anvar's banter with Brandin, laying her head down on her massive paws.

When Anvar told the betas to round everyone up for patrol, more of an order than a request, Cyra jumped off the couch and strode out of the room, hurrying a bit to beat Ulrica. Without breaking stride, she communicated to Renmy and Cain. "Time to go on patrol. Renmy, I think Anvar is planning on watching Vale, so you can come." Usually, Renmy didn't go on patrol with them, already having her hands full with Vale, but perhaps she would decide to this time.

Not pausing to reflect on this, Cyra continued through the lower floor in search of Cassius, pausing a moment at the stairs to listen for any movement upstairs before heading outside. Pausing to the right of the door, one foot held up as she sniffed the ground, she searched for his scent. She soon picked it up, along with Vale and Renmy's from earlier and the older scents of the whole pack. She followed his scent around the house, nose going low to the ground every few steps.

After a moment, she caught sight of him lying in the grass, obviously asleep. Cyra didn't question why he was out here, but instead, joyfully bounded over to him. She jabbed his shoulder sharply with her nose and pawed at him several times until he woke up. When he awoke, she bounded backwards once as playfully as a young puppy, her front legs on the ground with her rump high in the air and her tail wagging fiercely. "We're going on patrol. Come on!"

She ran back to the front steps, waiting until everyone that was going was ready, and, running off beside Ulrica, quickly settled into a fast but efficient lope with her tail lazily wagging as they headed off on patrol.

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Brandin looked at the pup of the pack which was Vale as she shot him with Anvar's gun. Unfortunately for him, the gun was not reloaded. If it was, he would have enough reason to tear the girl into shreds. He adored that idea especially when he was rudely awakened. The pup will do as a stress reliever. Although, he was certain that rest of the pack would be quite furious with what he was thinking inwardly. Furthermore, he was not in the mood to tackle everyone here just to bite Vale's head off. So, all he did was to smile at Vale with a tint of malicious intent gleaming across his heterochromatic eyes. It was enough to make anyone shiver of what was the vile idea forming within the mind of the antagonistic member of the pack. His attention was taken away when the Alpha called him with his wonderful nickname, 'Sleeping Beauty'. He really did not mind at all. Being compared to a person who has no care in the world, it would be good. However, he would rather die than be kissed by someone to wake him up.

"Did you just say patrol? You must be joking."

Those eyes that were holding back his annoyance were now being shown fully. Brandin's crimson-colored eye was like raging fire while the gold one was similar to a blazing sun. He would rather go to sleep than go to a patrol with any of them at the moment. His words were delivered in a deadpan tone as it seems the idea of tackling everyone inside this room was beginning to be a good idea for him. He felt Ulrica tugging his arm to come with her. Glancing at one of the female betas, there was no remorse or even the feeling of respect within that gaze. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. He pulled back his arm as if he was disgusted being touched by Ulrica. There is no way he is going with anyone to patrol. The only way he is taking was the one straight to his room to sleep. God forbid, if anyone bothers or tell him otherwise. This morning would be a bloodbath for certain.

"Hell I would listen to you. I'm going back to sleep. You would do me a favor and go out faster."

Glaring at Anvar one more time, Brandin left the room without another word. He was certain that he had made his point. He walked passed Renmy and Cain without even acknowledging them as he went back to his room. His presence was similar to a roaring flame. He was certainly not in the mood to entertain anyone. One would wonder what made him join the pack in the first place. It would seem he would have been better alone since he has no intention of getting along with anyone or as far as to listen to anyone unless it is productive for him. Moreover, he seems to have no loyalties as he tends to be hostile to anyone in the pack. No one was safe from his aggressiveness even the young ones. Soon enough, Brandin had arrived in his room and shut the door with large sound as it echoed within the house. Afterwards, he removed his night robe and threw it over a nearby chair then laid on his bed while covering his head with a blanket. He would sleep until he was satisfied and he has no intention of changing that no matter who they are.

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Cain Sullien

He listened to Renmy quietly, as he tilted his head wolfishly. The others had slowly crowded in and eventually he faded into the background. His mind turning inwards as he thought about how they had been a family. Eventually their alpha told them to patrol but he shook his head and laid a hand on his stomach preparing himself to skip out. However, the resident sleeping beauty spoke up.

"Hell I would listen to you. I'm going back to sleep. You would do me a favor and go out faster." Cain bristled at the hostility but hunched his shoulders, deciding to keep his temper in check. Their were pups present anyways. Brandon brushed past and he started to grimace before shaking his head, his express turning cold. He turned to the Alpha submissively.

“I’m not feeling well. It’s the truth.” He said impassively, hoping his declaration of truth would be good enough to let them know he was serious. He turned to the younger members of the pack. “Be careful. I’m going to stay here.” He glanced to Anvar checking for permission before loping back up to his bedroom to rest. He would catch up with the others later.

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Renmy Soril


Renmy let out a relieved breath as Cain was sturdy to pull her up. Though it only struck her as a brutal blow when Cyra informed her that they would be going out on a patrol. She couldn't possibly go out there in her current state, but she was pretty much being forced to because of those two prissy boys. She couldn't possibly expect to be allowed to stay behind what with two of their pack already out of commission. She'd catch a cold, or slip, or fall into a ditch, or in a hidden crevasse, or into a tree, or get caught between two rocks and twist her ankle and then have to have somebody help her out, then it'd be entirely that much worse, because she'd get stuck with Vale at the house because she couldn't go out, or Oh gosh, I have got to get out of that. Or at least get dry, but then I'll have to take the extra time....

During that whole horrible menagerie of possible outcomes because of her morning dip, her facial expression just kept getting worse and worse, from blank to slightly worried, to disgruntled and then absolutely horrified and confused. "I-I just need to go and get d-dried up, I'll probably just CatchYouGuysLaterOrSomethingI'mGoingToGoNow, Don'tWaitUp!!" She made a sheepish attempt at a noncommittal grin, and then disappeared down one of the halls towards one of the bathrooms, leaving a small trail of faint puddles behind her.

With a huge sigh, she carefully stepped onto the tile flooring, measuring each footstep carefully so she wouldn't slip and wind herself or something. Renmy cringed quietly as all new thoughts of pain and falling flooded into her mind. With a sideways glance towards the mirror to review her reflection, she quickly leaned over some cabinets, prying the doors open and rummaging around for a towel. Once she found what she had been questing for, she unfolded it and then laid it on the counter of the sink. The red-headed gamma had a naively worried look on her face as she removed her wet clothing (a portion of the water had successfully been converted to the floor near the alpha's office) and tried to work swiftly at drying herself off.

Once she was somewhat satisfied with her job, she laid the wet towel onto the ground and then placed her wet clothing inside of it. Reassured that this would work, she folded the towel over itself and once again, forming a small little pouch almost. The point was that the clothes wouldn't fall out when she was carrying it, thus also reducing the space needed to carry all of the cloth in wolf form.

She really didn't have time to put her clothes through the wash and dry, so without a word, she focused on shifting her figure into that of her wolf. It was a fairly quick process, and the only pain she really felt was from all of her cuts and bruises from previous days and today's morning.

Renmy sat down on her haunches, her ears back a bit and her maw open in a small whine as she glanced to and fro before kneeling and carefully picking up the towel in her mouth. She then began to paw at the crack she left in the door, getting it wide enough to stick her muzzle in and push the rest of the way open. After this, she loped silently up to her own room and raised her upper body to the handle, placing a paw down on the long knob and pushing forward on the door. It popped open and she quickly moved to the large window and door at the back of the room.

Setting down the towel, she nudged it in order to get it to unfold again, and then left the clothes there to dry. She would have taken it out onto the small porch that her room featured, but didn't have the time or will to fumble with the door lock. The others had probably already set off, so she'd have to do a bit of catching up in order to reach them. A low whine squeaked through her vocals, and she wrinkled her nose just slightly before scrabbling out the door once more and carefully nudging it shut with a back leg. Once set, she hopped down the stairs and set outside.

Vale Alvers


Vale shrugged off Brandin's hostility as just being a cranky pants from being woken up so 'early' in the day. Though once all the pack members departed from the room, she beamed up at Anvar, clasping her hands together behind her back and leaning forward just fractionally. "So where's and what is this special place of yours, Anvar? And are you sure we should be leaving the pack after having told them to go on patrol? What if they found something interesting? Like a big shiny thing? And then what if you an' me are gone?" She pouted up at him, now putting her hands on her hips.

She then giggled, scratching the side of her head contently. "Let's go explore!" Little Vale once more flashed him a huge smile, standing still as he leaned down and put both hands under her arms and sides, picking her up and hoisting her to his shoulders. She grinned, patting her hands down on his head with a naive, cheeky smile.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Onward loyal steed!" She tugged on his hair with some force, though it was a gentle oull (or at least probably not going to hurt him much, considering he was the alpha and she was just a pup, not to mention he'd probably be used to it by now).

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Rose Larkin


Rose's small form was laying across a low branch, her long red locks hanging down. She wasn't quite asleep, but she wasn't fully awake either. A small noise pulled her from her half-asleep state. She let out a long yawn and stretched out her arms as she opened her mismatched eyes. She had left the house that she lived in with the wolves early in the morning, like she usually did. Occasionally if one of the other pack members where up she would invite them along. She liked to climb high in one of the trees and watch the sun rise as the early morning dew set in the grass.

With another long yawn, she swung her legs over the branch and jumped onto the ground. Turning to where she heard the noise, she listened carefully. Another quite noise. Not the soft footsteps of a deer or the chirping of birds. More like. . . The sound of paws against the earth. Maybe the wolves? It sounded like a bunch of bodies, moving then settling.

As quietly as possible, she walked towards the sound and stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted it. Cats. She knew they had spotted her, too. She didn't exactly blend in- with her fiery red hair, green and violet eyes, and oversized sweatshirt she borrowed from one of her male pack mates that left one of her shoulders bare.
Of corse, it would be impossible to pass off as a human. Her pack mates often told her what an interesting smell she had- in her human form she smelled distinctly like a fox, but the smell of wolf usually overpowered it.

Rose quickly turned on her heel, and ran. She would've been faster in her fox form, but she didn't bother to shift. They where close to the wolves' ranch house, so it didnt take long for her to reach the home. She was relived as she saw Renmy just outside. "Ren- there's a bunch of cats just east of here. Not like little housecats- like lions and jaguars and cheetahs." she told the wolf, before hurrying inside to find Anvar. Instead she found. . . Nobody. Everybody seemed to either be out or in their rooms.

Figuring she would probably regret this, she knocked on Brandin's door. "Where's Anvar? There's a small pride of what I think are were cats that where just hunting on our territory." she called through the door, not particularly sure if he would even bother to answer her.

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There it was again. Brandin's sleep ruined once more. Do they truly want to anger him so greatly? Or, do they truly want him to kill someone? Honestly, he was leaning to the latter part. He would not mind killing someone at this very moment. Sitting up on his bed, the blanket that covered him fell like silken water. His head was lowered as his hair prevented anyone to see his face from any angle. Despite that, it was fairly obvious that he was not pleased at all. Was it very hard for them to understand to never wake him up? Especially when he had explicitly demonstrated it earlier. There were times that he found people who opposed him interesting but right now, he only see them as someone to be killed. Raising his head, his eyes of gold and red glared at his bedroom door. The scent that permeated through his room was from the fox that had joined the pack. He hated it with a vengeance even more now. It also struck him slight wonder as to when did this fox think they were in good terms. He never once showed her any kind gestures even casual ones. As noted by the Alpha, he was completely ignoring the fox and had even received a lecture about being hospitable. Thus, he did what was best for him, ignore it all together.

Standing from his bed, Brandin did not bother making himself presentable by covering himself with his previously discarded robe. He opened the door and looked at the one who had the nerve to wake him up with intention. His eyes of red and gold seemed to glow with such intensity. It was probably due to the rage he was feeling. Without another word and a second to waste, he right hand grabbed the fox's throat and lifted her a few inches from the ground. It was not difficult for him especially when he is not in a good mood to begin with. He moved forward with her in hand as he closes the door to his room. Each movement, his hold on her neck tightened. He intends to slowly choke her. His eyes showed no respite or mercy. He did not even fear the consequences of his action once the other pack members see what he was about to do. Furthermore, he could careless about her reason to have the guts to come to him.

"It seems you have a death wish, fox."

Brandin's voice was oozing with maliciousness and rage. There was nothing mellow or even the hint of being sleepy. Without warning, he roughly threw the fox to the nearby wall with much force. His hold on her neck remained. He has no intention of releasing his prey any moment soon.

"When did my room became a place for idiotic questions especially to yours."

Pushing her further into the wall as cracks were beginning to be apparent. Brandin leaned his face closed to hers. There face had only a few centimeters apart. There was no doubt that he was a handsome man in all angles. This position would be considered romantic if only his intention was not of a terrible one. However, his face was twisted with the lust to kill and to hate.

"You want to know where Anvar is? I'll show you when you're dead."

It was definitely not a threat. Brandin's words were a declaration. He was truly going to kill her. His hold tightened even more as he could hear the she-fox having difficulty breathing. This brought a smile to his lips which was so sadistic. Taking out something from the pockets of his pants, it was a scissors. The infamous weapon that Brandin uses to kill those who offend him. Raising the scissors in front of Rose, he did not hesitate as he plunges the scissors to its target, the space just between the eyes. However, something with a glint caught his eyes. This made him stopped as the sharp edge of the scissors was just a breath away to pierce her head. There was a moment of silence as his hold on her neck loosened.

"Don't get in my way, next time. Fox."

After saying that, Brandin released his hold as he dropped her unceremoniously on the floor. He stepped back from her and kept his scissors. His eyes of red and gold has lost the raging intensity. It would seemed that he had managed to calm down. Placing a hand on his face, it covered half of it perfectly. He even released a small yawn indicating that he was still sleepy despite everything that he had done. It was then he remembered the fox saying something about werecats. Well, the desire to tear somebody apart has still not disappear. He needed to relieve it. After all, it is not healthy to keep it all bottled up. Glancing at the she-fox, he had cold expression on his face.

"Do something useful. Find the betas. They should be patrolling and report this."

When that was said, Brandin walked away from her and did not return to his room. Instead, he had decided to check out the werecats at his own leisure. Stepping outside the house, he took noticed of Renmy who was already in wolf form.

"Renmy. I will be hunting cats. Come or not. You decide."

At the end of his statement, Brandin shifted to his wolf form which was quite an intimidating sight. His bloody red fur and his height was enough to strike a certain sense of fear. When it was done, he bit his pants that was left behind due to his sudden change and threw it inside the house as it landed on one of the chairs in the living room. Afterwards, he ran off without waiting whether Renmy would follow or not.

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Vale Alvers


Vale peered over at him as he answered her thought process. “Yay, more shiny stuff for Vale!” She tilted her head to the side, her eyes closed in a cheerful grin. It was dropped as he continued speaking, “A secret, huh? I’ll try not to tell anyone then.” A conspirational look crossed her face, and then she coughed quietly, her focus tilting to the noises her alpha was making as they left the house.

Her eyes quickly flickered to the clearing as they came upon it, her small fingers entwining into the alpha’s hair and then out distractedly. The sun certainly gave off a pretty reflection on the pond water, and so naturally that’s where Vale’s attention was harbored. The scents of the wildflowers also reached her nostrils, and she smiled again, inhaling deeply.

However, she was quickly shaken out of her trance-like state by Anvar calling her princess again. She merely blinked, and then spread her elbows out so he could manage getting her to the ground better. "Here, see that big black stone in the middle? Run up to it and see if you can read the two names on it." Vale nodded, quickly tottering away to the pond waters. As nimbly as a seven year old can be, she hopped on the stepping stones, her left hand in her pocket while the right remained loosely by her side. She then climbed up to the big plaque, and stood on her tippy toes, her hands both supporting her by clutching the corners as she leaned over it and tried to read the names. Her right ear twitched as Anvar called to her, and she turned to focus on him.

“Wildflowers? Okay.” The pup nodded, walking lightly towards a patch she thought looked good. Kneeling down, she carefully placed her fingers at the base of each stem and pulled up, nearly tumbling over from the reaction. But she caught herself and giggled quietly, finishing up her job and placing it at the base of the black stone. She then grinned, spinning around and quickly trotting down the small rise and over the stepping stones to her Alpha. Her eyes were completely focused on the gun resting in his hands.


Renmy Soril

Renmy had just placed her paws down on the ground when her ears flickered up to attention, and a comical look of exasperation fell to her face as she scented the pack’s fox. She paused, standing still with her head tilted to the side fractionally. Obviously something was up judging by her stature, and her left ear flicked distractedly.

"Ren- there's a bunch of cats just east of here. Not like little housecats- like lions and jaguars and cheetahs."

Her head snapped up in attention, and her ears immediately pressed back against her skull, a look of defense taking up residence among her wolfish facials. However, Renmy didn’t get a chance to say anything back to her as she disappeared inside the house. Which was a bad idea all around what with Anvar being gone and she might call out, thus waking up Brandin’s wrath.

So instead, she settled down, her mind racing with both the complications of the werecats (obviously they’d have to be, those species don’t just hang around each other, let alone live in this area unless zoo bred, but even then they wouldn’t survive) but also Rose’s foolish move. It wasn’t that she was protective of the fox, but a pack was a pack, and you don’t just leave someone out of it. Their numbers made them strong and kept all stats up.

Her ears were swiveling back and forth, trying to listen in on what was happening inside. A look of disdain quickly made itself apparent, and she wrinkled her nose for a moment. And then finally Brandin decided to come out after some display of something or other on the upper level of the house. She of course had no idea what had happened, other than him ruining the wall. Sure, it wasn’t normal at all for even a wolf to hear that, but when you break so much stuff in your life, you start to easily pick up on the tearing of mass. Anvar wouldn’t be happy about it, as it would cost money they could use for other more important things. Or he might just leave it there. She let out a huff of breath, much more lax than she was this morning around him.

”Renmy. I will be hunting cats. Come or not. You decide.” She waited a second as he turned to wolf form, his seemingly blood-stained fur a prominent sight in the sunlight. She was used to it by now, and it only intimidated her fractionally. As he started off, she took one last look towards the house and quickly rose to her paws, loping after him mellowly. He was part of the pack, and she wasn’t just about to let him go alone. Sure, he was strong, but up against who knows how many cats, he could be outmatched. It was good to have backup, even if you didn’t need any. He wouldn’t call on her even if he was in trouble, but she’d have already stepped in on her own. And then get yelled at after, that was just how Brandin seemed to be.

She kept her eyes low and focused on the ground, her tail at a neutral position and her paws making little to no noise. Despite being clumsy in human form, which was only when she was around other people or not paying attention to all aspects around her (like the water and slipping), she was unusually deft in wolf form or when she was alone. She made sure to keep a small distance between them, but didn’t let the gap grow too largely. She was the one in the pack (other than perhaps the fox) who stayed behind and took up a more stealth-like approach to things. She wasn’t strong physically, but you didn’t need to be physical. So while Brandin might go rush into the area like a mad man, she’d take up a good position in a tree, downwind, and keep tabs and lend a little bit of assistance to tilt the tables if need be.

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Cassius Jagger Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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Cyra loped along happily. The morning was warm, and the light from the rising sun slowly spilled over them. The grass under her paws was green and the earth was soft from a recent rain. Countless grasshoppers scattered out before them, along with small, fluttering butterflies. A rabbit was startled from its hiding place and darted away. Cyra gazed disinterestedly at it as it disappeared from view in the tall grass. A soft breeze carressed their backs, bringing a refreshing coolness. Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed bringing a new and rather strong scent. Ulrica pointed it out, making it even more obvious than it already was. She seemed confused by the scent, as if she could not quite place it, but Cyra knew it immediately. "Werecats." Cyra's hackles rose, making her look larger than she already was. A deep growl rumbled in her chest as she continued to scent the air. "Not only are they on our land, but they have also been hunting." Cyra could smell the freshly killed meat even from here, though it was not as prominent in her nostrils as the smell of the cats. This realization only made her growl increase in intensity. "Let's go. Cassius, Anvar needs to be informed of this. Hurry!"

The length of her stride increased until she was almost in a flat out run, the motion seeming effortless. Within minutes, they were in sight of the river. The intruders were close. Suddenly, another scent came to her. It was that of Brandin and Cyra thought she also detected Renmy. She had thought that Brandin was still at the house. What woke him up and brought him out here? It was unlikely that Renmy had woken him up, she was smarter than that. She slightly changed her direction again to intercept Brandin and Renmy. It would be better if they faced this theat as a group. They were getting closer and closer to the cats, and Cyra was getting noticeably more tense. There was a familiar scent amont those intruders, one that brought back memories that Cyra would rather forget. She desperately hoped that she was mistaken, but even if she was not, she would not hesitate to protect her pack and home at all costs if necessary.

Finally, the werecats came into view, some in human form but several still in animal form. Her pace slowed, her bearing menacing and face curled in a snarl. "How dare you intrude on our land!" A fierce, rasping growl emanated from the wolf, expressing the extent of her displeasure at the werecats presence.

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Character Portrait: Ophis Nyx Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: James A. Avery Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Larissa Vellamo
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It did not take too long for Brandin to find the location of a really unwelcome scent in the pack's dominion. The very moment he got the scent a snarl that was almost equivalent to a smirk in his human form appeared on his face. He was going to enjoy this encounter. It was something he could already tell. Although in his opinion, there are a lot of unwanted smells that he wishes to remove even within his own group. They did not need to be werecats. Noticing that Renmy did follow him, he slowed down his pace to a certain degree so that she-wolf could trail behind. However, it was not noticeable as he maintained a good enough meters of gap between them. After all, she was not the kind to do head-on battle from his observation. So, the girl would probably find some tree to perched onto. It did not bother him. He had every intention of having the pleasure of ripping flesh on his own.

Soon, his preys were before Brandin. He was quite certain that they also knew his presence even before he presented himself to them. After all, he wanted them to know it firsthand. He blocked their pathway standing in front of them in his flaming red fur. Ears perked emphasizing, he was very much attuned to his surroundings. His head was raised haughtily at them and his tail was stiff horizontally indicating his intention. He was not here for negotiation or talks. His eyes of gold and red glowed with an eerie malice as he also scanned the rather small group of werecats. Some of them were still in human form and others were not. This would only make things easier. Despite his pack's interpretation that he is the type to rush headlong, he was actually the cunning one when in combat. Taking in everything about his prey, calculating movements, looking for weaknesses, and then crushing with ecstasy. These were the basic steps in his combat.

Brandin lowly growled at the group of werecats. It sounded like rumbling thunder signalling an incoming storm. He was quite certain that the female with silver hair was the leader of this pride. Her scent and the way she carries herself proves that. He crouched down with his eyes affixed on the silver-haired one. He seemingly smiled as it showed his fangs that gleamed dangerously from the morning sun. His claws were all extended to its fullest. Well, he did come to tear something up. There was no exception to this. He would not even care if it was a child much less a female. Advancing forward, it was like he was stalking cornered prey. There was no minute gestures that showed that he was hesitant or fearful taking the entire pride without much help. Honestly, he was quite delighted as he licked his lips. His heterochromatic eyes glistened with devious and blood lust as it gazed at the cats in front of him.

Unfortunately, Brandin's moment was interrupted as he caught an annoying scent. It was one of the female betas. This agitated him as his face curled into a nasty snarl. He did tell the dimwitted fox to inform the betas. However, he intended to finish them before they even came. This also includes Anvar. That old man was getting too soft in his opinion. He had a prediction that the Alpha would rather have an agreement than a full-collision with the werecats if possible. For him, he did not care either way. As of the moment, the werecats stepped on their boundaries without any provocation. He has all the reason to kill them on sight and no one would stop him from engaging. However, he was thankful for the beta's arrival. This did give him a small window as the cats' attention turned towards Cyra. As if on cue, he lunged forward toward the silver-headed leader.

This was the beginning of the riot. Brandin pinned down the silver-haired female and was about to bite her throat when he noticed the other cats staring to counterattack. Well, he expected nothing less. They were supposed to be more finesse and more fast than wolves aren't they? This only added to the fun and thrill of taking them all down. The down side, he knew how they are going to act. They would eliminate him at all costs. He quickly removed himself from the position and even dodge a few strikes in the process. Although, he did have tips of his fur cut off. Well, it was one of the sacrifices to make things more interesting. Making a safe distance, his eyes of gold and red seemed to smile at the werecats in delight. It was also like his red fur began to burn. His adrenaline was now pumping as he readied himself for another attack. These guys will do for his entertainment. Raising his head arrogantly, he was challenging the werecats to retaliate.

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Character Portrait: Rose Larkin Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: James A. Avery Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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Vale Alvers


"Don't worry about the bruises though, they haven't stopped you from being so god damn pretty." Vale's face visibly paled and she quickly assumed that of a horrible poker face, pointing her index finger out uncertainly, but it quickly bent and she made a 'bleck' face at the whole situation. "H-hey, pg-13 here! Vale's still here!!!" She whined, flailing her arms about and trying to regather the adult's attention.

However, it wasn't any use, and she was pretty much ignored as they both got caught up in official matters, outside, Vale's face remained a bit pouty, but on the inside she was absolutely desolate and twitching in a confused manner. She was actually being utterly ignored, like she didn't even exist. She wouldn't even get to learn how to learn to use Anvar's gun. And again, she was merely dragged along back to the pack house.

"It would probably be best if you stayed here, Vale." Vale smiled cheerfully up at the fox, and nodded. "Yeah, okay!" 'You wouldn't want some stupid pup getting in under your feet, right?' Again, she was completely crushed inside about how suddenly everyone's moods changed, she just didn't understand, and that was just what she was thinking, of course she didn't say that out loud; Vale occasionally... gets random bouts of depression, though they hardly lasted more than forty-five minutes at best.

"And no lighting the house on fire or anything."

She had been distracted, but she suddenly looked up, her face actually quite blank in that confused sort of anime way. "Wat?" But the two adults had already sped off without so much as another word to her other than a feeble goodbye as they disappeared into the trees. The small child just stood there for a few minutes after, still staring after where they'd disappeared. One might almost say it was her being dumbstruck, but Vale wasn't like that.

She shook her head, and blinked a few times, turning around and twitching her right ear (as she was unable to wiggle her left in human form), she smiled to herself cheerfully, and hopped down the lawn and into the trees, in the opposite direction of the adults herself, humming as she went.


Renmy Soril



Renmy had remained utterly silent, so as she sensed, through Brandin's subtle body language and scents, that they had come to where the cats were, she took a soft detour to the left, reverting to her human form and placing an index finger gently to the side in the bandages wrapped around her upper back and chest, pulling even softer on them, loosening a couple of the bands. She had a double layer of bandages on of course, though. Obviously you couldn't do long-range anything in wolf form.

Without a word, she scaled the tree she had come to a stop at, carefully placing her hands into the knots and knolls of the old bark, hoisting herself further and further up until she paused and shifted to the right, placing her feet carefully onto her chosen branch and skirting along to a comfortable position where it would be a clear shot into the clearing.

Well, if anything, it certainly helped her scent that she had been pretty much drenched that morning, and only dried off so well.

She allowed her eyes to flicker shut, and she focused on her more trained sense of scent and hearing. While she focused on what was happening down in the clearing, her fingers made swift work of some spots on her outer bandages, slipping almost paper-thin knives out until she had a total of four carefully positioned in her lap, one hand at the ready while the other supported her on the branch.

She really only kept so few knives on her, she really had no idea that this would come up, had she known, she would have been better prepared. But she had four shots, used for distraction and chaotic confusion should there be a need for it. Brandin was hardly in much trouble... yet.... If she really felt he had been in any real danger, those deadly knives of hers would already be embedded before the feet of the enemy as a warning. They couldn't scent her... they couldn't see her... they wouldn't know how many others might be up in the trees, even if it was truly only just her. Annnd... there we go. She sucked in her lower lip in absolute comical disbelief that it'd escalate so fast. Without a word, she slid her thumb along the hilt of one knife, smoothly picking it up and positioning it between thumb and index, as well slightly her middle.

The gamma then flicked her wrist, allowing the small projectile to slice straight through the air and bury itself centimeters from Dante's northern most toe. Without missing a beat, remaining knives already in her fingers, she slid soundlessly from one branch to another until she settled onto a very new branch in a new tree (they grew in nice proportion in regards to distance from each other) crouching low and seeing if she made a mark. Her face visibly paled and she could have sworn small sweat trickled down her face in accords to her mind which was now in panic mode and a somewhat apologetic, spluttering over her silent words kind of state. Oh my GOD I did not mean to hit that close to him, ah my gosh, what if I had severed a toe or something, that wouldn't be good at all, you need your toes!!! YouNeedThem!!! Without a fraction of sound she flailed her arms in horror, despite that they were obviously in the wrong.

But with her new position she could hear their voices, though somewhat muffled, well enough to make out most of the snappy shots at each other. The voices were so strange to her.... But at least whoever was charging Brandin probably got the message not to go too close to him. "Touch her again and I'll rip you to shreds mutt." She narrowed her eyes and set her mouth in a straight line, an obvious expression of: 'Seriously, you're really going to approach him?' For a moment Renmy considered flinging the same warning in his face, but decided she'd have gotten her point across. Plus if they tried to pick up her knives, she mightn't be so nice with where she made the next one land. She liked her pretty sleek grey knives, and didn't like other people picking them up.

But it was Rose's that stood out the most clearly. Her face turned into disdain at what she ended up saying. Really? Is she... trying to appease them? We have every right to kill them. They trespassed on our territory. Now, of course that's not that big of a deal, but when you go hunting on our land with such abandon and no regards for the consequences, obviously you're asking for a beating. And- hey, what? He isn't that bloodthirsty. Her confusion and slight exasperation only grew, and she put her chin in the palm of one hand, thinking over the situation and making silent comments to herself. Alarm? Like I said, it isn't their bloody right! We can take them on easily... how many of them are there? Not too many, I know that, but....

The red-headed gamma paused, scenting the air and trying to separate all the different scents from each other. It wasn't hard to do the pack's, but the strangers... they all had a unique scent but they had their similarities. She grunted silently, They're in the wrong, blasted... well, she wouldn't understand, she's just a fox.... No, Renmy. She's part of the pack, albeit a pain in the butt and not too productive at times, but a pack member nonetheless! Renmy remained utterly silent, allowing things to continue without any... added... chaos to the mix on her part. But obviously everyone would be able to handle themselves now that they outnumbered the cats and had them on a bit of a... roundabout shall we say. Renmy really didn't need to intervene much more on anyone's behalf, though she would in a heartbeat had the situation been any different.

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Character Portrait: Ophis Nyx Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Rose Larkin Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: James A. Avery Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo
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Astrid snapped her gaze to the next kin that ran up, and she realized that the other red streak must have been this one. She narrowed her eyes feeling her feline swirling within the amber irises. "None of us want a fight. Except for maybe the one that attacked you. He's just a bloodthirsty maniac." Astrid checked her throat as she waved towards it and nodded but still wondered exactly what place she had in the pack. "But I’m sure you understand our alarm. You not only intruded on our territory, but you where hunting as well."

Astrid snorted with disdain and let her attention fall on her pride around her. She felt James on her right side and Larissa seemed safe enough. Ophis also seemed to be doing well. A leader was only as good as their people. She took in the rest of the scene, the cats being riled around her human form with the two wolves on the other side, while the fox had arrived a minute before. Astrid sighed briskly and turned to James, not changing her stance but craning her head towards him so that she could look him in the eye. “I’m completely fine.” Her voice was edged with a slight hint of mocking anger towards the wolf but she eased her tone and murmured, “Nothing to worry about.” Now she turned to Dante who had taken a step back and was testing the air with a low growl. She adjusted; just barely brushing his hind leg and he glanced at her, communication going between them.

Dante indicated at the blade in front of him as he moved back for Astrid to see. Astrid nodded and sent her gaze over the field before huffing and leaving the silent communication at that. She directed her gaze back to the fox kin and after a few seconds spoke up. “I do understand. Yet we only mean to pass through.” She paused meaningfully then decided on a tactful approach. “We have been traveling for days without food or water and did not know if your pack still occupied this area. We hunted just outside your borders. So, surely, your prey was not lessened.” Astrid thought back to their plans and what her sister had mentioned. She glanced back at her sister and smiled. “I also wish to speak with your alpha now that we know you’re here. It would benefit us both.”

Dante growled again but subsided as he noticed the cattish smile on Astrid's face. The knife had been centimeters from his paw and he couldn’t find a scent but he was sure they were close. He pinned his ears flat and glared at the wolf kin in front of them. The fox kin had proposed peace. Would they follow? Dante somehow doubted that and now he was getting an even stronger scent that didn’t bode well. It smelled like an Alpha. He stiffened and brushed right up against Astrid, keeping close and closing in the space that could provide vulnerabilities. James on the other side seemed to have it handled. He leaned down and pressed his nose into her shoulder with a deep rumble that was close to a growl. ‘Danger on the way’ Astrid didn’t show any indication that she had understood him but he was sure that she had been paying attention. He then furthered his intent with a small hiss at James and flicked his ears towards the general direction of the scent, past the fox.

Astrid didn’t move as Dante closed the distance between them, overshadowing her like a big kitten. His cold nose pressed to her shoulder and she snapped a quick glance towards the fox, sniffing quietly. The scent came to her but she remained silent, refraining from the snarl that rose in her throat. She had no problem being respectful; she just didn’t like other dominants around her sometimes. At least, not when she was angry. Astrid rose from her crouch, deciding upon looking more civil to represent her pack.

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Ulrica followed quickly, and her eyes narrowed towards the felines in suspicion. 'What are they doing in these parts...' She wonders, before noticing the alpha. She came close, and noticed the others as well. 'I guess most of the pack is here... good thing too...' Her ears drooped a bit, she hadn't been able to help... but next time she will. She was sure of it.
Listening to the conversation's around her, she felt her ears flicker at Anvar's words. She sighs a bit. 'Same ol'.... flirt...'
Ulrica always wondered how he became alpha, but she found out a long time ago. She saw his strong spirit and his leadership when hard times blew in. The pack would probably be in shambles if they didn't have him... and if he wasnt her now, a war probably would have started. She smiles a bit, but quickly noticed and droped it. She stepped closer, right behind the alpha and near the beta, watching the feline's movements and expressions with sharp eyes. the felines didnt seem to mean any trouble, but still... Why were they here. There must be a reason. But of course, Anvar began to offer their home to the felines. Was this a good idea..? She asked herself, but dropped it quickly.
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Ophis lurched forward, beside Astrid and began to check for any wounds... Nothing. She sighed with relief, and smiled a bit. How can she doubt her leaders strength... strong, fast, smart...but still. Ophis turned to look at the wolves.
She felt her throat rumble with anger, but she remained inaudible. Her leader didn't want to start a fight...so she will beckon to her wishes. Stepping closer To Astrid, she checked her leader's little sister and the rest. Everyone seemed ready... and if something were to happen, it should be alright. Though even with the reassurance, she still felt her claws threatening to come out... and felt her legs pulse, with the need to lurch forward at that red head wolf. 'The damn brat...' She stared at Brandin, before scanning the others, 2 female betas...gammas, and finally the alpha. 'Not bad...' She compliment mentally. The alpha appeared to be strong both inside and out, and seemed to have a good leadership. 'But a total flirt...' She took a step forward, eying the alpha and everyone around them. Ophis had to be careful, even if they were on somehow "okay" terms, anything can happen. 'Remain calm Ophis...' she told herself, her eyes going to normal, expression turning neutral and her body relaxing. "So what do you say beautiful wanna come sleep in the big bad wolve's house?" She rolled her eyes, before peering at Astrid briefly.

[sorry for the absence!]

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"Oh. so the feline leader can talk."

It was the only thought that entered Brandin's mind. She is greatly mistaken if that tone, warnings, threats, authority, and promises can cause shivers in him. Actually, it has the opposite effect. This makes it more worthwhile. Licking his wolf lips with maligned intentions, his eyes seemed to spark even more with childish joy. He knew that this was going to be fun and the reactions from her pride members were exquisite. It was as he had expected. As to ensure, he was not alone. He noticed a glint coming from behind stopping one of the werecats from advancing. He knew that it was Renmy. The adrenaline and the need to see blood flowing and staining this land was becoming an insatiable thirst for him. Glancing at one of the male werecats who threatened him of being ripped apart, he gazed with such eerie calmness. But there was nothing innocent about it. In fact, it was glowing with bloody insanity. He was challenging the male to come after him and make his words true. The saying the weakest dog barks the loudest, it must also apply to the cats as the man did not do on his threat and stayed beside the female leader. For that, he sneered and raised his right paw and made a gesture as if saying, "Come on."

However, it would seemed that Brandin's fun would be cut short. This only soured his mood even further. The winds had carried the scent of the alpha and the annoying scent of the fox. His irritation could be clearly seen as a snarl was again present in his face. It even become wider when the fox dared to come in his way again. If he remembered correctly, he warned the midget fox to never cross him. He was also clear to use a language understandable for the pea-brained fox to understand. This only proves that the fox was a lost cause. Soon, the alpha arrived pointing his gun at Brandin's head. It was not hard to tell that Anvar was angry. Heck, he was the only one who has can do that without much effort. Instead of showing fear towards the leader, he raised his head arrogantly and pushed his head to the barrel of the gun. Indicating for Anvar to do it, Brandin did not show any fear towards him or even an ounce of submission. Honestly, he never did once do that.

As expected, Anvar removed his attention from Brandin and proceeded to flirt with the werecat leader as far as offering lodging at their place. This action disgusts him to a certain degree. The eyes of the alpha should be checked thoroughly. His eyesight might be going bad. No, it was probably bad or the man was going senile. There is also that it was both. Although, he would admit the fox was right on one thing. He was bloodthirsty, but as a maniac. It was about to begin right now. Without warning, he lunged as Rose and bite her right shoulder ferociously. It happened without any warning and for anyone to react to it. His fangs buried deep into her shoulder as blood gushed out.

Tasting the blood of the she-fox, Brandin's eyes glowed even more dangerously. He was going to tear her apart. But an idea entered his mind, the alpha was the only one exempted from talking back to him. Honestly, Anvar was the only one who can insult him and would not suffer Brandin's wrath on most occasions. This is why the pack can have confidence that the alpha could handle him when it comes to worst. However, they forgot one important thing. He was giving Anvar that special privilege and this fox was not included in that. Lifting the fox was not that difficult even more so in his wolf-form, he threw Rose towards Anvar making sure the fox's body collided with the alpha's. After that attack, the blood from his attack dripped from his lips and fangs. His eyes shined with glee from his actions. It was quite a sight as the blood fell on the ground like rain. When it comes to power in the pack, he was not second to anyone. They all knew that. One would even ask why he does not take the position of alpha. He could challenge Anvar for that without problem.

Brandin did remember that someone asked him that question. His answer was "It's too troublesome. I hate babysitting." That is why Anvar knew that whatever actions Brandin did. The gamma wolf would not challenge Anvar's right to authority but at the same time Brandin made sure to remind the alpha, he was not the submissive kind. Licking his lips again, he would allow the fox to live for now. This is the last warning for that idiotic fox. The next time even Anvar cannot protect her from him. No one can. He would no hesitate to tear down the pack to pieces if they pushed him too much. It would appeared that the werecats were not the biggest problem that the wolves have apparently. Turning his back to all of them, Brandin knew that Anvar would be busy with his flirting which included the werecat leader and the fox. He began to walk away but not before looking over his shoulders at Anvar. "Don't forget who you're dealing with." There were no words that came out but those eyes of his seemed to interpret as such. It was good to remind Anvar the reason why Brandin was in the pack once in awhile.

After that, Brandin walked away from the group and even walked passed Renmy without saying a word. But a grey object dropped in front of her. It was one of the knives she threw earlier. Soon enough, he was out of everyone's sight. He would not be coming back to the pack house any moment soon. The stress to kill was still coursing through his systems. In which, he would slaughter some animals he could find. It was better than nothing. Although, it also helps that he was feeling quite famished at the moment.

"Warm-up is done. Time for some breakfast."

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Vale Alvers


Birds chirped to and fro from branches high up in the trees while sunlight streamed through leaves and branches until it filtered downwards onto the grass, dirt, and leaf litter of the forest. Vale hummed lightly to herself with a small smile, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her skirt and fingering the small fraying string in the left one.

There was an occasional rustling among the bushes every so often, but she mostly ignored it. It wouldn't be anything too exciting, just prey. The pack had pretty distinct boundaries, and they never ran into any big predators. The pup paused, putting her hands on her hips, and then inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils, her lips somewhat parted to help for scenting and breathing. With another pause, she blinked, gave herself a reassuring nod, and then turned to the north-east down a small path that was overgrown with grass and small weeds. She continued her humming, though gave half of her attention to the chattering of the birds around her.

I wonder how big the territory actually is. The small girl blinked, gazing up at the treetops and allowing her eyes to trail along as she kept up her casual pace. "Dute de dute de duu...." What's everyone doing that's so important anyhow? A yawn suddenly came over her, and she paused once again in order to rub an eye before continuing on her path.


Renmy Soril


The red-headed gamma's ear twitched, and her eyes narrowed as she listened intently to the conversation below and to the north of her. It was obvious that the pride's leader had some flaws to her excuse and apology, especially considering that they did mark their territory on a regular basis, and it wouldn't have been too hard to cross the river and attempt to scope it out. And then she simply backtracked and said that they hunted outside of the borders, meaning they must have realized that there were borders in the first place, thus making the previous excuse completely void and meaningless. But hey, these were cats they were talking about. So it wasn't much of a surprise, not to mention they might just be flustered from Brandin's show.

With a small blink, she leaned forward just a bit, her eyes darting across the clearing. Speaking of which, what is he occupying himself- However, Renmy didn't get to finish her line of thought as the alpha's scent quickly struck her nostrils, her eyes immediately darting to its strongest point. What she didn't expect was him to be holding his precious gun to one of his own member's heads. Without thinking, one of her three remaining knives was up in her fingers and poised to strike. Though sense froze her hand from moving.

Not only would it be showing insubordination, but it would probably take a chip at Brandin's ego. He really didn't need her to intervene on that, and she'd only get in some massive trouble. But she expected Anvar to take into consideration what it would flaunt to the cats. If the pride knew that those two had a shaky relationship, to say the least..., it would present a question of Anvar's hold over the rest of the pack and his abilities at leadership, not to mention that there was obvious turbulence within the pack itself. If a pack wasn't together, then they were nothing. And numbers were their strength, and such a display meant they were weak. But maybe I'm just thinking into this too much. It's not like it's that serious anyway. Just don't want them getting the wrong idea and trying to harm one of us.

The fem quickly shook her head, refocusing on the voices below as Anvar apologized for the pack's rightful behavior. "And think nothing of trespassing and hunting, most of these wolves forget they had once been in similar dispositions you lot are in." That wasn't supposed to sting the way it did, but nonetheless it was there. Renmy stared blankly down at the alpha, her features revealing nothing.

So now we're nothing more than strangers to you? No better than the cats? We're trying to do what we've always known and always done. The pack comes first; Always. So you're trying to tell us 'oh, it's no big deal, it doesn't matter. Heck, seriously, why are you guys even trying, y'know? Let's just let everyone and anything come into the territory.' I thought you held us in better standings. Really, Anvar, if you wanted things done like that, you should have just told us to do so. Her head was tilted down now, her bangs casting a shadow across her facial features. She clenched her left hand, her fingernails digging into the bark viciously but quietly. It'd hardly be noticeable as an abnormal noise.

Then he invited them to live among them for a small while. Her face visibly paled, and her body tensed. Bloody brilliant idea. It doesn't matter though, he is the alpha. J-just so long as they stay away from me.... She sighed, running her thumb lightly along her shin to calm herself down. She blinked, rubbing her forehead mellowly. This was just a horrible day altogether. It was enough to have to be aware of the pack members she already had, but to have to constantly watch her back among the cats and to try to keep her injury rate the same with all the new challenges posed by them staying with the pack was a lot of work and stress.

It was amazing how generous Anvar could be sometimes. And how thoughtless he could be of the pack's safety. But that was Anvar, and she really wasn't complaining. She was pretty solitary anyway, and always so unsure of herself. She couldn't really ask for anyone else, she'd known his ways so long, and she couldn't really live on her own.

Red fur suddenly caught in her range of vision, and her eyes immediately jumped to the source. A solemn expression rapidly filled her expression as she saw him moving towards the alpha, and was thrown off a bit when he completely skirted to the side and towards the fox. And then it hit her what he had planned. Obviously she couldn't really jump in and intervene, she didn't fight that way and it wouldn't be of any help regardless. She had no idea what to do, the fox was part of their pack too, and she really did value every member, but Brandin was also really frightening, and she'd rather not get any further on his bad side. This was why she usually presumed a neutral position in most matters, and stayed towards the back.

Anvar would probably do something about it, he'd take care of it. Most likely.... But he wouldn't even have to step in, but rather, stand up, as the poor fox's form was flung straight into him, blood splattering the grass and terra. Renmy winced, but quickly resumed her full scale vision on the scene. She growled softly, her gaze locking onto the large white tiger sprinting towards the two, her right hand clenching another knife in aggravation that he'd dare try to hurt either one. It wasn't his place, and she'd already warned him, and had set to be less stingy on her ranging if any of the cats decided to repeat the mistake.

Without allowing another second to be taken leisurely, another knife was sailing through the air, easily catching the rays of the sun and bouncing them back off, causing a nice couple of eye attracting glints. The weapon embedded itself into the earth a small ways in front of the tiger. Through her actions it was apparent that she didn't intend on hitting him, as it was impossible not to do so while he was in such motion unless to miss and then defeat the whole purpose of impeding his motion anyway. Though Renmy hardly needed to intervene, as he stopped on his own out of recognition to Brandin's current state.

She remained silent as Brandin turned from every person in the area, excluding herself as she was below him, and her eyes trailed after his form. Two small objects were dropped near her tree, and the second she saw them she recognized them both as her knives. It was a relief really, she hardly wanted to reveal herself to retrieve the two weapons, and she also didn't want them being picked up and used against anyone from her pack. Though she remained where she was, it was foolish to climb down when all their attention was probably focused on the direction he had just gone. Though only a few would probably linger with that thought before turning their attention to the wounded fox and alphas.

The red-headed gamma let out a sigh, picking up the two knives remaining on her lap and re-securing them into their places between bandages. This was obviously over, and whether or not anyone agreed with what the alpha had decided, it was pretty much final. The felines would be staying with them. She made sure that everything was tight and secure before slowly working her way downwards, trying not to make too much motion within the tree, and kept to the leafiest portions in order to keep her presence mostly hidden. Either they'd assume someone was hiding in this tree, or just think that Brandin had left the knives there so they'd be away from everyone else for the person they belonged to for collection later.

Renmy paused momentarily, both hands on the branch for support as a sudden realization dawned on her.

If everyone's here.... Where's Vale?