Wolf RPG

Too many days later, the wolves were starving - and it made them take risks. Bazi approached the edge of the forest several times that morning, searching for a way out through the now two remaining bears. The waiting game had taken its toll on Morran's companions, and now she was down to a single supporter.

They had been at it for hours when the sound of approaching wolves became apparent - Bazi striking out at Morran, and the great bear doing the same, reaching into the wood that protected the wolf. This had to end - and soon.

 

They spent days searching for them, looking for hide or hair, any trace of scent that would lead them toward their beloved mother, sister, alpha, and her two children. Kaskara had no idea where they might have gone. Finally, as if the heavens smiled down on them, Kas caught scent of Bazi and Swift, a smear of blood upon the rocks, and they were off. Racing through territories, stopping only long enough to find the trail again, hackles raised at the scent of bear that followed - or led - the wolves they sought.

It seemed like years later that Kas heard the first sounds of fighting. She paused her group, looking at each in turn, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. That was definitely Bazi out there, but who was she fighting? After a pause to catch their breath, Kaskara led them out of the shadows, and saw the nightmare unfold before them. Bazi, bloody and bruised and fighting for her life, pitted herself against a bear. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she forced calm. With one last look at her companions, Kaskara surged forward, teeth flashing and nails swinging as she raced toward her sister.

Kaskara and he had departed, him ushering the children in a direction he had deemed safest, rather than them tagging along and seeing something that might haunt them for life. Kieran had joined them part way – having been on his way to the pack call, and the three made quick work of tracking their missing pack mates.
 
Nausea pulled at him, but all thoughts were pushed aside as he sought the missing half of his family. Bazi and he were on the brink of ruin, but he would never wish anything to happen to her – and the idea of anything happening to his children sickened him.
 
Coherent thought was not possible, and so the wolf followed numbly behind Kaskara, his nose glued to the ground and seeking out the clues of what had happened to his family.
 
Bear teased at their senses, but not until they came upon the group did the truth truly shine through. Kaskara was quick to action, and with it, he was well. Kieran was at his side, no doubt just as eager to protect his new mate as well as his family. The sight of three large wolves coming to them shouldn’t have fully scared them – but it seemed to be enough, and as his teeth slashed toward fur, Scimitar lost sense of what his actions might have been. Burned in his mind was the battered state of his mate and Swift – Allure seemingly fine, if not for the terrified gleam in her eyes.
 
A paw swiped at him – it clipped his shoulders and sent him back, and despite the blood that flowed freely from his wound, the wolf was upon his paws far swifter than he had been in any other fight – the fight for his children.
 
The attackers fled – and he could only hope it was not in the direction of Jade Fern Grove. Without word, the man rushed to his son and daughter, his muzzle worrying over them and his heart aching at the realization that his son did not look at him with sight – his eyes were gone. Scimitar Frostfur had failed his family.

After so many days on the attack, Morran was more exhausted than she realized. The interest of her companions had waned quickly after the first night of waiting, and the male still at her side barely engaged with the Jade Fern Grove wolves when they came.

It all ended with a sad fizzle. Morran fought without heart, swiping her sharp claws at Scimitar, Kaskara, and Kieran only a handful of times before hightailing it south. The white female in the woods disappeared, no doubt to fetch her children before the filthy lot of them made their way back to Jade Fern Grove. 

Morran's ugly face twisted into a snarl as she loped into the grasslands on slow, heavy feet. At least she hurt them. At least she got the boy's eye.

When they came, spearheaded by a snarling Kaskara, Bazi cried so hard she thought her chest might rip itself apart. The bear turned away to face her fresh attackers, and a beaten, dirty mother rushed to fetch her children - to bring them home. She and Allure extracted Swift from the nest, guiding him into the light beyond the Haunted Wood and into his father's waiting paws. The look in his eyes sliced clean through Bazi's heart. She stared at him, willing him to look back, to see it written in her eyes that it wasn't his fault. Those feelings would evolve, of course - as they always did; Bazi's mind was as unpredictable as a witch's cauldron operated by a band of drunk occult novices. But in that moment, safe and sound for the first time in days, she felt a glimmer of that love that had united them. But he did not look at her, and without speaking a word to each other, the four Grove wolves escorted their children back home.