Swiftcurrent Creek Freeway dirt bike, popping wheelies

Akavir is aiming an attack to Arashi's side, given Arric is aiming for his face. I can roll a dice if wanted. He's aiming to seriously wound, as per trespasser rules on the site.

Tension at the borders.

Akavir was still fatigued from the illness prior, but the day found him marking the creek borders and inwardly cursing the current season.

When he heard lifted voices, it drew him quickly to the gathering.

A stoical glance given as he assessed--three wolves pleading sternly to some stranger within their home to leave, while Arric lunged to action.

Like a phantom, Akavir descended. Swift to the side of his Beta, following the lead of the dark wolf, his own intent upon leaving a more permanent impression on the intruder and ensuring Arric's more open angle remained more protected with his presence as his jaws aimed for the man's side.

He never had been one to try to hash these type of offenses with words.