Deepwood Weald BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

With the intent to bargain with the swarthy wolf before him, the Neverwinter Alpha kept a cautionary gaze upon the Donnelaith regal. An ivory wolf came upon them as well – and Eshe had caught up to him. One ear would flicker in the direction of Goldhawk’s question, and his own muzzle jerked in the direction of the Gamma, giving an assertive shake of his head – they would not start the bloodshed upon the Donnelaith wolves – he had offered their peace once to the man who stood at the carcass now, and Scimitar meant to keep that word.
 
Lasher was quick to judge though – Scimitar would have corrected him, but the cool greeting was enough to stir further words from his voice. He did not make a move to stop the wolf from taking more of the kill – nor did he make move to advance after him.
 
When the ivory wolf lunged forward, the agouti Alpha released a snarl then – this was not a wolf who he would hold back from, and while it was likely the youth would make away with some meat, Scimitar made to lunge at the younger wolf’s side, his jaws seeking flesh to reprimand as the boy was busy trying to tear in to the carcass. His own nape arched in attempt to protect his throat, and a snarl snaked forward from his vocals, stirring spittle to drip from his mouth.
 
His family was hungry, and he had no quarrels putting a lone wolf in their place to keep those of his own pack alive.