He had sought to distract her, tempt her away from their course. Lakhesis doubted he was a witch — perhaps he was something else. Not a wolf. A demon. He certainly looked the part, all red eyes and dark fur. Why else would he try to lure Shego away, using whatever mind tricks he knew. Why, Lakhesis did not know. Did he seek to take Clotho's place? Or was this a trickster? A demon who wanted nothing more than to stall their progress and cast doubt in their minds?
Whatever the case, the young witch would make sure there were no further interruptions.
Here, here is where the demon lived. He and his kin. She knew he had kin, he was too young not to. Whether they would take the form of his mother, father, siblings...even to punish his pack mates would satisfy her enough. The dark girl skulked forward, quietly and quickly, eyes scouting the trees as she travelled towards the thick scent of urine, wary of any movements within the territory.
Dante intended to go to the Rise soon, bearer of unhappy news. But first he wished to ensure without a doubt that all was well here. Despite his own reclusive tendencies and the difficulty with which he conversed with others of late, he had his responsibility, and above all else he would not see this pack fall to ruin. Whatever that may take.
He was on his way to scout a herd at the moment. It was time for the young ones of the pack to participate in a hunt, at least in an assisting manner. All three he knew would have no problem picking up on the concept, and he had little doubt that all would be thrilled with the idea. They deserved some happy excitement after all that had happened.
As he neared the border, he paused. Sensing something out there, he growled, tail lifting and ears thrusting forward in an attempt to figure out what exactly had flagged him so. He could not see her yet, but he knew someone was close, and was not fond of this proximity.
Siren was silent these days at best – she attempted to aid the pack in whichever way she could.. whether it was by keeping close watch upon the migrating herds and their patterns, or even patrolling the borders. Today was no different – reclusive as ever, and yet the ashen male’s scent that so infiltrated the land had come to her. Her blue eyes fell upon him, but it seemed she had gone unnoticed by her Alpha. She would have been content with this, finding herself shy around him.. and yet once a light breeze swept past, she realized where he was off to in such a hurry.
And Siren did not waste her time in quickening her pace, loping after him.
Yet, as she began to close the distance, Dante paused – as if perhaps the scent had come as a surprise to him now. Perhaps, the breeze had come from a different angle. Tentatively, the girl came to his left hind, and had she felt more like pack, she would have greeted her leader with a gentle nudge to his side. Instead, her eyes drifted from him, to watch for movement along their borders.
Sorry for the wait D:
She knew not to go too close to the borders, the scent of Blackfeather Woods was thick upon her pelt — the scent of ravens and trees, a smell much different to the one that was here. There would be no convincing anyone that she was a loner, a drifter, and she let out a soft hiss at her carelessness of not properly concealing her scent beforehand. She had left in a rush and hadn't even formulated a proper plan yet. All she knew was that the young demon had to be stopped from tempting her sister further.
Her ears pricked as she heard footfalls ahead of her, shortly followed a set of softer ones. The witch paused, lowering herself to the ground as two figures appeared among the trees. They were near polar opposites in appearance — the male robust and dark while the female was slender and fair. They were a fair distance away. Lakhesis hesitated for a moment, still forming her plan, having not planned to meet two wolves.
Nevertheless, she then moved forward, purposefully snapping a twig as she meekly strode towards the two pack wolves, keeping her head and tail low, eyes wide in mock surprise as if she hadn't expected to stumble upon their borders.
He sensed Siren's presence, and upon turning, gave her a small nod of welcome and acknowledgement before again seeking the source of his discomfort.
A twig snapped, closely tailed by a figure stepping into view. She approached peacefully enough but still he kept his posture warning, raising his head and tracking her carefully. He did not recognize her, and the slight tang of disappointment he would soon grow accustomed to slipped through, gone almost as swiftly as it came.
"That is close enough," he deemed at length, tone final. What the stranger wanted he wasn't sure, but she was now close enough that he detected the scent of others. Recent others. She was not a loner, it seemed, and this made him more on edge. "Why are you here, so close to our lands?"
The pale she-wolf remained silent as she settled at Dante’s left haunch – the silver wolf gave her a nod, and she offered a flick of her ear in acceptance to this. Instead, she remained a doting subordinate, intent to aid her Alpha if he so required it.. though Siren could only assume that Dante would have the situation handled.
The stranger was dark in color – and bright eyed, as if surprised their borders had come upon her so soon. Siren'’ periwinkle eyes would drift between Dante and the other wolf as he spoke to her, and choosing to speak nothing just yet, Siren waited to hear their visitor’s answer and reason.
The man displayed his dominance proudly, keen eyes trained upon her own form. Lakhesis shot him back a look before quickly averting it again, sweeping her gaze over to the subordinate — or who she deemed to be so. She was pretty, with a delicate appearance that reminded her of Clotho. The witch lingered on the other girl before her attention slowly returned to the male. Our lands? An Alpha, then?
"Apologies," she said with a lilting voice, dipping her head as if shamed she had come much too close to their borders. "There is a boy here, dark fur and red eyes?" she asked after a brief pause, head lifting slightly to look up to the Alpha meekly.
He couldn't imagine what this stranger would want with one of their children, but whatever it was, Dante didn't like it. He softened none in the face of her manners and, if anything, grew more unfriendly as she continued. Even if she was a friend to Casmir, she should know better than to approach lands unannounced. She could have called for him by name from neutral ground. This he was not having. She bore pack scent and therefore was not likely a recruitment possibility. The only thing that would have made her proximity permissible.
"If you have a name to give me, and a name to whom I should deliver it, I can tell them that you were here. But you need to leave." His stance told that he would not be swayed... Already he itched to push her back.
The she-wolf remained close to the flank of the silver wolf, and as the stranger before them questioned about a brown boy with bright eyes, she felt the tension roil from her Alpha with uneasiness. As if she could ease her companion, Siren would shift her weight, brushing his flank gently with her own fur to remind him that should he need it, she was here as well.
She still spoke nothing. She didn't like the other female if only because she rubbed her the wrong way -- her days as a lone wolf had made her untrusting to others, and perhaps this was why she found it so hard to truly settle and open herself up to the Plateau.
With a hard stare to their visitor, she waited for the female to accept this and leave. If a wolf like Dante had requested she do it, Siren would have been gone in a flash.
Sorry, I suck ;_; But last post from me!
The tension was palpable, and Lakhesis knew her time was short here. Muscles beneath the man's fur were tensed and indicated that she would be chased on a single wrong move. Her eyes flicked to the female who, while decidedly less hostile, was no less welcoming. She bowed her head again, ears lurching forward as she caught his words. A snarl of frustration threatened to ripple across her features but she restrained, instead looking up again with a polite nod.
"No matter," she said off-handedly, before giving him a hard stare.
"But beware, the boy is cursed." At least, he would be in time — and if she could turn his packmates against him, all the better. With a flick of her tail and one last glance to the steadfast subordinate, the witch fled from the pack lands.
That was.... odd. His lip lifted at her stare, but he did nothing but stand unyielding as she retreated. His warning had been enough. Her words went in one ear and out the other, though her presence there he noted and her scent he would remember. Curses were fancies that the logical alpha dismissed on principle. But the threat she might present was real.
Finally he turned gratefully to Siren, thanking her approvingly for the extra assistance and inviting her to join him as he finished his rounds. No telling if she had friends skulking with her, ready to try their own luck on the plateau's edge.