The Tangle BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Grace had ventured far from her willowy home, accidentally following the scent of Warbone and a few others. Why were so many out of the territory? 
Eventually, the sounds of aggression rung out and echoed to the russet female, and she picked up her pace until she was galloping towards her alpha. She stopped onto to assess the situation, and her eyes were drawn to the fallen deer between her alpha and another. The yearling knew that meat from that deer would be highly appreciated by all of the marauders, and since it seemed that they were merely ripping into it for a claim. 
The coywolf female lashed out at Warbone, and a snarl ripped from Graces throat.
She needed to get to that kill.
As silent as she could, hoping her dark pelt would meld with the brown earth, the faded girl limped up behind Warbone for cover, golden eyes locked onto the deer. Surely, she could not take the carcass. It was simply too big for her. A leg, however, was not. Stark had a good hold of it, it seemed, but a Saltwinter male had an antler. If she jumped in to take meat, either he would have to let go to retaliate against her, or keep hold of it. Letting go was basically giving them the carcass, so he'd better hope someone else stopped her from taking a leg. Grace glanced to her alpha, hoping to convey her plan through a look and get a yes or no, but there was no time to wait. If they were going to get ANYTHING in their bellies, failing was not an option.
Go! She bolted forward, locking her fangs into the hip closest to Stark, and started to rip it away from the rest. She could feel meat ripping, tendons snapping, and a shudder ran through her tugging frame. This was what her brother had done to her, did they feel the same predatory instinct that she did now?
Grace prayed that someone, anyone, was watching her back and warding off attacks. If she could take this away and bury it somewhere, maybe there would be enough time to grab another. Assuming the fight wasn't won, by then.

Not missing a beat, Rayen sprang into action with a snarl. Kjalarr had just appeared, both Alphas were brawling, the newest member of Saltwinter was taking on the rival's coywolf, a third member of the other's group was about to attack, and a fourth had shown up to dig into the deer. 

Rayen sighted on the gimpy girl and locked onto her, she would be easier to take down than the larger male whom she left for Kjalarr. Rayen could always help the other two Salt males after taking out the deformed girl.

With a vicious growl she leaped towards the black and russet girl, intent on knocking her bad leg from under her.

He watched with narrowed green eyes as Slancio darted to the side, pressing his shoulder to Teag's side, but the coywolf was faster and dodged the gray wolf, ears flattening against his fiery cranium as he dipped his neck, protecting his throat and peeled back his lips, exposing his teeth, a low snarl rumbling from his chest. Teagan noticed Stark and Grace dragging the deer away, with Slancio on the other side. He was about to leap on Slan, knocking him away when his green gaze focused instead on another wolf, a female, from Saltwinter, leaping towards Grace.

Immediately, before the stranger could even touch his packmate, Teagan's growl, formerly directed towards Slancio was now directed towards the female as he leapt forward, a malicious snarl wrinkling his muzzle as he aimed to knock straight into the female, wanting to push her away while twisting his head to sink his teeth into her shoulder. His viridian gaze glittered with fury as he snarled, "Back the fuck off," the hybrid hissed between gritted teeth, ready to attack once more, while still paying some attention to the catch and his packmates. "You don't touch her."

gonna go with teagan biting her!

Just as quickly as the male's attention had shifted, so too did Rayen's. His teeth dug into her shoulder, stopping her attack. With a vicious snarl she slapped a paw against his face, hoping to land a blow to that ugly mug of his. 

"You back the fuck off." Rayen practically spat the words as she swiped at him once more before shaking free of his hold, blood running from the wound on her shoulder. "You don't touch them." 

"The Tangle is ours and thus that deer is as well." With that, Rayen turned and headed back into the fray, once more aimed for the female hunched over the deer.

The mess cleared out slightly and everybody in the clearing seemed to have found an opponent, Slancio started to drag the deer north, hoping to get to the borders as fast as possible. The sooner he got the remains of the deer within Saltwinter borders, the quicker he could rest.He growled when a burly wolf came barrelling at him, sinking his fangs into the deer's flank. A dark pelted female joined him soon enough, and he felt the deer behind to slip from his grip.

The female from Saltwinter made a sudden appearance, flying at the female. Upon furthur inspection, the female had a lame leg. Yet Teagan darted in front of her, quick as the wind when he bit her. Slancio cursed internally, letting go of the deer's antler for a moment to swipe a paw at the female's leg, hoping to complete what his packmate had failed to accomplish. Turning back to the deer, he fastened his jaw back onto the antlers, resuming his duties.

Had Teagan not stepped in and stoped Rayen, the female would have met her mark of Grace. However, thanks to the coywolf, she was now much more aware of her surroundings. The male tugging at the antler made a quick swipe at her, and the russet girl shifted to avoid it. It was obvious that her leg, though not a direct burden to her at the moment, was drawing attention and making her a target. While that did kind of suck for her, it also gave her packmates a moment of break. To avoid anymore worry of her leg, she picked it up and held it close to her flank: no longer would it being a target effect her. 
Unable to see Warbone or her other packmates over her focus on herself, Teagan was assumed her saving grace and hero. Unable to do anything but flash him a grateful golden look, Grace worried more about the deer before her. Though Stark still had a pretty good grip on it, she started to worry at Rayen's words. Were they stealing this prey?
No borders had been crossed, and so she eventually decided that it was fair game. Her tugging didn't cease, but she could feel the meat ripping a little more every time. At least SOME of it would be the Marauders, whether Saltwinter liked it or not. They would survive.

When the fight broke loose, Trick could only hope their food wouldn't get stolen as a whole. Why no one had yet jumped on him, for he was probably the smallest of the bunch safe Grace, was a mystery to him. He had only shown hostility toward the leader of the other group, for she had been the only one to act, but she soon got followed by more. They were evenly matched, that Trick could say. With a hateful look at the female leader, he swiveled his head around to look at Warbone for commands, but none came, only the booming voice of the other leader. Hell no, they would not take their kill.

Without sitting around and waiting for Warbone to say something, Trick acted on his own. Grace had entered the scene, which was scary for the trickster. He liked her, as a friend, and that was rare. If anything would happen to the limping girl, he would never forgive himself. He snarled at the other pack, grabbing a random piece of meat to pull as well, keeping a close eye on Grace.

As she was being aimed for, Trick had almost jumped in front of her to safe her, but a reddish flash prevented him from doing so. It was Teabag, his man-crush, that saved his best friend in the pack from a terrible fait, and he sighed in relief. He snorted, flashing an angry look at the one bold enough to attack a cripple. That was the lowest of the low, even Wylie knew that. He growled loudly, still holding on his piece of meat and pulled as hard as he could. But even with his trained yet small body, he made almost no difference. Now he was just waiting for someone to leap at his small yet dangerous frame.

He twisted his face, but wasn't fast enough and her paw connected with it, making a resounding crack. He narrowed his green gaze and bared his teeth; nothing was broken, it just hurt, but he would get over it. This girl on the other hand was dead, so fucking dead. "Wow, repeating things now are we? Is your brain so tiny that you can't even think of a comeback? Wait, no, obviously you're so damn smart, that's why you went for the girl. Well, guess what? That was one stupid move, sweetie." Teagan spat out quickly, liquid fury written over his face as he spoke, jaws snapping at her, hoping to gain purchase at her flesh and rip some out. 

"Touch what? You're ass, pussycat? Nah, too ugly," Teagan managed a condescending smirk. When he was angry, more often than not, he tended to do verbal sparring while physically sparring, he was blessed with a silver tongue after all, why not use it. Especially in the most ridiculous of situations. "Sorry babe, I didn't notice any of your piss marks around the Tangle. Obviously, your piss smells so damn strong, you and your packmates, after all, the strength of the smell in your piss depends on the intelligence in your brain. Oh wait. You don't have a brain! Guess that's why I couldn't smell shit. Sorry, sweetheart. Your bad." Right now, he was speaking super quickly, the words spilling out of his mouth before he even had a chance to stop it. "Your logic is as logical as you are pretty, 'cept you ain't." He leapt for her once more, her and the deer, for despite his warning, she still seemed to be going for Grace. "Trickey," he hissed lowly, utteriing a warning to his boy friend to watch out.

With his tail lashing, he uttered another growl, ready to fend any wolves away from his pack's kill.

While their leaders brawled the packs themselves were set on claiming the kill. "Ours," Stark growled around his mouthful, feeling the buck's meat falling apart the more that Grace shook her head. The attacks against her were defended by their packmates and when the other wolf released the kill Stark began to backpedal quickly, tugging the buck back towards their lands. He quickly returned his gaze and Stark's blue eyes bore down onto the man, the one who had the audacity to try and actively steal their kill while the rest continued to squabble. 

"We killed it, we earned it." Stark growled out, even as Teagan ran his mouth. It might be a good distraction, especially if any of the other wolves were hot headed enough to take his bait. With Teagan and Trick defending Grace he was aware it left himself open but there were so many that seemed squaring off he couldn't try and decide what each would do. Too many variables, too many potential outcomes - there were so many things that each could do .

If they had approached things differently, if the other leader would have just approached them maybe they could have split the kill. Maybe they could have worked together. Maybe things would have played out differently. But unfortunately the female's hysterics meant that she had made a poor choice, and they'd all have to deal with it.

i tried to keep up as best i could and stay vague. i kept my post open so someone can try to intercept kjalarr if they want! c:

It was chaos. There were words, but there was a flurry of movement on both sides that caused Kjalarr to balk as they fought and tore at the deer carcass. The lack of distinction in pelt colors — which seemed to meld together — gave him a fleeting moment of panic. Never before had Kjalarr been faced with something of this magnitude: any fight he'd been apart of had been indisputably one on one and there had not been much outer interference. A deep breath in the small spread of seconds that passed allowed him to regain any composure he'd lost and discern Saltwinter's side from the Keep's side. The strangers were trying to pull it away from Ankyra Sound, while the wolves of Saltwinter were trying to take what they could, or trying to pull it towards their home. Caiaphas was engaged with the stranger pack's leader, he noted. Oddly enough, he had seemingly went ignored and that caused the viking's fur to bristle with unabated irritation. Coupled with the already present irritation of these strangers being on Saltwinter's self-claimed hunting ground birthed a seething ire within him that roiled beneath the scarred northman's skin, the heat of which he felt in his bones.

With a snarl his gaze landed on the dark coated male who spoke that it was their kill and that they earned it. A lost plight of words upon the Viking whose culture was infamous for their raiding habits. “On our hunting grounds. The buck is forfeit to us.” Kjalarr reiterated, harshly; and then he lunged forth, jaws parted for a part of the deer that was unclaimed, his intent to rip off whatever he could, or attempt to aid in the effort to seize it, so long as he wasn't intercepted first.

@Teagan wanna roll to see who wins? I'm assuming they'll be full on fighting so send me a pm if not

Even as she headed for the limping female once more, who was now accompanied by a slender male, the coywolf she had managed to get a good swipe on continued to rant. Rayen didn't bother to listen to most of it, fighting not to roll her eyes and snort at his superiority. Most of it was just insults that were aimed poorly at her looks, things that didn't really affect her whatsoever, or some sort of comment about her intelligence. Now who's repeating themselves?

As if what you all are doing is so much better, she wants to join the fight then we'll fight. I'm not gonna show her empathy just because she has an injured leg.

"Well come on then, fleabag. I wasn't aware there was some code of honor to your little duel. If I'm so stupid, though I really dont see what me being ugly had to do with anything, it should be a piece of cake to beat me. Right?" Rayen's tail rose angrily, ears pinning to keep them from being torn off and her body lowering defensively.

He was so hungry. And yet when the call had risen, Whittier had hesitated. The young Frostfur had been a member of the Saltwiner pack for only a few days, during which he'd been worked hard by his adoptive brother. It was for this reason the hesitation had struck him - he was just so tired, and so hungry. How was he to answer such a call when he was so overwhelmed by these emotions? He'd thought that by joining a pack, he'd be magically taken care of. But life was teaching the soft boy a valuable lesson: life was a cruel, heartless bitch. There were no free meals and no easy rides. His life thus far had been a fable, and this here was reality punching him hard in the gut. His hungry, hungry gut.

Speaking of punching, he was probably in for a world of hurt if he didn't show up to support his new packmates in whatever endeavor this was...

With that thought in his head, Whittier roused himself from his rest and headed towards the call. Even if he'd answered immediately, it would have taken him longer than most. So when he finally arrived on the scene, he came upon what he would consider to be total chaos. Swears and curses were flying and bodies clashing, all over the carcass of a thin, sickly-looking deer that looked like five-star cuisine to his hungry eyes. But, Whittier was no moron (in spite of what history might suggest). He knew that he was not likely of use in the situation that unraveled wildly before him, in spite of how desperate his own hunger was.

And so it was that Whittier stood before the scene - impotent and useless as an elderly dick lacking Viagra. There didn't even seem to be an opening where he could sneak in and try and grab a pound of flesh, so packed together were the wolves that had arrived before him. Still, he lurked and put on the impression that he was waiting to be useful when really, he felt awkward, uncomfortable, and nervous as hell. He'd abandoned a nap for this shit, seriously?