Wolf RPG

Peregrine's thoughts and feelings had vacillated a lot recently. He blamed his hormones. Fox's heat was coming to an end soon. He knew there was much more to come; impregnating her was only the beginning. She needed him to be in one piece to help rear these pups. But his mind kept turning toward the squatters in Haunted Wood and how much he resented their presence.

Feeling actively angry about it today, he strode right into the forest, his head and tail high and his hackles prickled. He scouted out a small clearing, squatted and took one of the biggest dumps in his life. Peregrine then stood proudly over his pile of dung, teeth bared slightly as he silently dared someone to approach his dumping ground.

This was what they could look forward to if they insisted on trying to scratch out a living here despite all the reasons to move on somewhere else.

 The golden owl had been on the run for quite some time. Well not running but flying. She had no real destination, she only went where the wind took her. Today the wind had taken her to the Haunted Wood.

 She flapped her wings through the trees of the wood. The first thing she noticed was the smell. Yes, no doubt that wolves ran the place. That did not worry her though. If they weren't friendly all she could do was fly away. Wolves did not have the wings owls had.

 The second thing she noticed was a wolf. He seemed to camouflage amongst the trees. Vulpine landed on a branch high in the trees and watched the wolf do his dirt. Well this was a terrible time to be here. "Hello  fine sir, she called from above, "What might your name be?"

The only creature that came calling was an owl. Good, he thought, leering off into the trees and momentarily ignoring the bird. You'd better be gone. Peregrine stamped his feet like an impatient bull, though he froze when a birdie voice disrupted his thoughts.

"What?" he blurted, always taken off guard when animals outside his species tried conversing with him. "Why don't you come down here so I can eat you," he suggested, rather than offer his name as requested.

She lowered her head as the wolf spoke. Was he stupid or something? Maybe he couldn't understand her. She let out a chuckle, shaking her head. "You are silly, sir. I only come down when the mice scurry." She had no other need to be on the ground. There were too many predators, such as wolves, lurking down there.

 She leaped off her branch, beating her wings against the air and landing on another branch. "Is this your home Mr. Wolf? Have I intruded?" Even if she did, she had no intent on leaving. Wolves could not chase her out as long as she was up in the trees. It was amusing to see them try though. Barking and snapping at the air.

He quirked a brow at the deadpan reply. He wondered if birds knew about sarcasm. Maybe there was a reason "birdbrain" was an insult? Peregrine was pondering this when she asked if she was trespassing. His brow rose even more. If wolves suddenly worried about birds in their territories, they would go mad trying to keep them out. It was absurd.

"No, it's just my bathroom." He sneered (not directed at her), then a thought struck him. "There are some wolves trying to make a home in this area. If you agree to attack them and otherwise give them hell, I'll give you mice. How about three per attack? I'll bump it up to a full rabbit if you manage to kill one. How sharp are those talons?" Peregrine inquired, squaring up to negotiate payment and details.

So these were not his lands after all. She was slightly worried of the fact. She knew that wolves could be very territorial. Did this wolf wish for death? If any others would come, she would be ready to get out.

 Her wings were ready to take flight, until the wolf put out a little wager. Something that caught her interest. "Attacking a wolf in return for food you say? I'm listening." It was obvious she liked this deal this wolf had to offer. Extra food was always great for her. When the wolf asked how sharp her talons were, she lifted one foot to show her sharp killers. "Sharp enough to do damage even on the strongest of wolves, if used with wisdom."

 She stared into the woods, then back down at Peregrine. "Are their puppies present?" They were always the easiest to swoop up and kill.

He had her attention. Peregrine smirked. This was going to be good. When she held out her foot, her scaled toes curled and her long claws obvious, he tipped his head to the side to focus his good eye on it. His smirk grew. This was going to be really good.

"Yeah, they have cubs," he said, thinking of the small Leo. "Show no mercy, though. I definitely don't want to spare the young." The father inside him felt a pang for the lives of the innocent but all he had to do was think of that dumb black bitch. If her children died, it was her own damn fault. She had been warned, thoroughly.

"So is it a deal?"

She was happy to hear there were youngsters in the wood. She could kill them easily, as long as te parents weren't around. She did notintend to show mercy either. She could care less of youngstes as long as she could get a meal for them.

 Vulpine straigtened herself, looking rater regal. "Alright, you twisted my wing. Deal." She did not care fo the lives she may ruin, only the reward. "If I am to be swindled, you will pay the price. I am putting my own life on the line." She hated swindlers. If she was tricked out of a bargain, then she would trick them rightback. "For whom am I working with? And who are my targets?"

It was a deal. Peregrine smiled smugly. The owl didn't seem the least perturbed about the idea of slaying wolf pups. In fact, she sounded quite game for it. He supposed it made sense; they were easier prey. He had eaten his fair share of adorable baby animals without batting an eyelash. They were often more tender and tasty too.

He wondered what she meant about paying the price and quirked a brow. But Peregrine fully intended to honor his end of the bargain. Hunting mice and rabbits was easy. He would sooner tangle with fuzzy little animals than territorial wolves, though he would continue to do that himself too, of course. The owl was just an added bonus.

"My name's Peregrine," he told her. He didn't really care about her name, though he asked, "What's yours?" anyhow. "Your primary target is a black she-wolf with blue eyes. Her name is Lusa. Any wolves with her are fair game. The less mercy you show, the greater your prize will be," the swarthy wolf added, sweetening the deal.

Peregrine. It reminded her of the occasional falcon she crossed paths with. "My name is Vulpine," she hooted. She never knew why she was named after the red creature, but names were names. 

 "I will be sure to keep an eye out," the barn owl assured. She wouldn't stay at this place just to attack the wolves who inhabit. Plenty to do, yes. More animals to greet and more sights to see. This task would be at the bottom of the list, for she wasn't too excited to risk her life.

 "Farwell Mr. Peregrine," she called, taking off from the branch and off to get a lay of the land once more.

 

Before he could comment on the irony of her name, the owl promised to keep her sharp eyes out for her targets, then promptly took flight. Both eyes lifted to watch her, although only one saw as she rose higher and higher, then disappeared. He frowned thoughtfully. She had left before they could discuss when and where to meet to discuss a progress report.

He stood there a while, trying to decide what to do about that, but eventually shrugged. He turned, then loped back toward the caldera. On his way out of Haunted Wood, he hiked his leg against a beech tree and urinated copiously, then made a point to wipe his paws on the leaf litter on the ground. Only then did he make his exit.