Wolf RPG

To enrich the diet of his young Burke decided to go up the river from the Black Feather Woods area. It wouldn't hurt to see check the territories close to his woods. Maybe there was something interesting happening, and if not, he hoped he could make a meal out of one of the otters. Some might think that they are adorable but Burke just found them more like the rabbits of the water, which meant that they were a perfect meal. Now it would be a good time to hunt them since that hadn't any ice settled on top of the stream. In cold winters, just like last year, this would often happen. 

The large grey male trotted out of the territory. He didn't leave the dark woods as often as he did before. His young tied him to the pack, and being the alpha also contributed to him not being able to go away for long periods of time. Especially now his beta akela vanished too. Burke was quite saddened by his Beta gone missing, hopefully his dear friend didn't die, maybe he passed out somewhere and would return. Burke was inching closer to the main part of Otter Creek. He stayed low to the ground, spying the river for movement. When he realized there wasn't any, the male sat up. Great. No otters.

When Trajan left Noctem Vagus, he had no idea where he would go; he had no set destination, no place where he knew he would be safe. Nothing. It scared him, yet it excited him at the sametime, after all, he was almost a yearling and it was time to find a life of his own, away from his father's overprotective gaze. It was time to put the skills he'd learnt to a test in the real, wild world. Obviously, Trajan wasn't going to fight everything his eyes landed on, that would just get him killed, but he hoped to enhance his hunting and fighting skills somehow; maybe he would even end up joining a pack somewhere and find a mate, have a family.

No. The boy shook his head. He still had years before he reached his prime, it was too early to think ahead. He wasn't even a year old yet. Instead, Trajan concentrated on his surroundings. He knew there was a pack nearby but he wasn't afraid; he was a good distance away from their pack lands and if they were aggressive....well, Trajan would consider his options and if the consequences did not equal his death, then, perhaps he'll fight it out. Or maybe not. Too early to die.

Shaking his head clear of interrupting thoughts. He focused on where he was. This place was unfamiliar, yet it seemed familiar at the sametime. He felt like he'd been here before, but it wasn't possible. Of all places he could've gone after leaving Noctem Vagus, he managed to make it to his birth lands? It just wasn't possible....or maybe it was. The gods could be guiding him here but then again, why here? Unless...his siblings were still living here. Again, not possible. Then - You can think about that later, stupid boy. Right now, concentrate! Someone else is here, hissed the voice of his patron god in his head.

Biting back a sharp retort, Trajan sniffed the air and caught the scent of the wolf. It was a male, and a lot older than him; he was also from a pack. Not any pack, but from the pack nearby. Curiosity burned through the boy and he inched forward silently, white paws treading the ground with caution. He was still downwind, which meant the other male did not know he was here...for now. Right now, Trajan had several options. He could go out and ask about this place or he could stay here like a cowardly stalker.

Nah. The Roman boy could do that later. Right now, he needed info on where he was. Unafraid, he trotted forward. "Any otters in the lake?" Trajan inquired, coming into the other wolf's view. Shadow told him most wolves spoke the common tongue around here, not his native tongue of Latin, so that was what he used unless this wolf spoke another language. "I'm a bit hungry," the corner of his lip quirked upward in a half smile, his confidence evident in the way he walked and stood.

Burke looked up as he saw a young male approaching. His pale eyes instantly drilled into the other, wondering why this yearling was even so bold to approach him so close to his lands. He wasn't actually trespassing but Burke was always a bit itchy with loners too close for comfort. The male would soon find out what kind of pack they were. The darkness and the blood of trespassers on some parts of the borders. Burke's docked tail was raised as for his head. The male was signaling to the male that there shouldn't cross a certain line. It wasn't because he was bigger, he was just letting his status known.

The large male kept where he had been sitting previously, though now he was back on all fours. The alpha, and now single father, was wary of this male. This wariness often turned into aggression on Burke's side. But maybe Burke could just channel his inner calmness and just ignore the male. Yet, that might send the wrong message. He was close to his home, his home where his children were. Burke lowered his head a bit, just to protect his neck and get more into an attackers position. Her bared his teeth towards the younger make. The bulky alpha set a step forward. He wasn't the one that was in for a fancy chit chat with a male that behaved like this. For a loner he was too confident for his liking. It reminded him a bit of some wolf he heard about, but his age didn't match with him. A growl came from the male's throat as a warning. Burke's body getting in a defensive mode. "I do not really care if you are hungry. You are not in my pack, which you are quite close to," he pointed out.

Having the typical cockiness of a teenager, Trajan didn't really care what the other wolf thought about him. To be honest, the Roman had almost forgotten he didn't have his father around anymore, that he was no longer in the safety of the pack. He had forgotten that he was no longer the Prince of Rome, the son of the revered one, the child that no one dared attack for fear of the wrath of his father. Here, Trajan was as vulnerable as any sort of prey. Here, no one knew or care about his heritage. Here, knowing someone's father was an Alpha didn't help. You had to prove your own worth, not your parent's worth, they had already proven theirs. This was the wild; this was the real world and Trajan, not even a year old, had already forgotten and was in danger of dying because of his sheer teenage stupidity.

If his father was there and saw what was happening, he would probably have beaten Traj into a bloody pulp and yelled at him about how he taught his son to be better than that. Luckily for Shadow though, Trajan didn't know about his father's teenage self and how he had acted similarly to how Trajan behaved now because if the teenager knew...not even Jupiter would be able to save his father. And all those years of careful teaching would vanish in a gust of wind.

Thankfully however, the moment the older male rose onto all fours and lifted his docked tail, Trajan remembered where he was and quickly ran through all sorts of plans in his head. While it simply wasn't in his nature to run away, he wasn't that stupid, he knew how to act if he wanted to live. Averting his bi-colored gaze from the pack wolf for he knew keeping eye contact was a signal for a challenge, he took a few steps back, wariness evident in his step. Trajan kept watching the wolf out of the corner of his eye, readying himself to bolt if needed and when the charcoal tank of a wolf lowered his head slightly and shifted so he was in a combative stance, Trajan moved too.

He lowered his own head to protect his neck and shifted into a defensive position, pulling back his black lips slightly. It was obvious, now, that Trajan was ready to run or fight, depending on how things went from this point. The older man had more experience and was stronger, but he was younger, faster and had more endurance. If things went badly...the teenager felt that at least, he probably wouldn't die. Probably.

"You're from that pack, huh? What's its name?" Trajan asked, then immediately bit his tongue. Idiot. One day, his impulsiveness and his damning curiosity was going to get him killed. That day, however, was not going to be today. "Nevermind," the boy said, shaking his pale silver crown. "All I want is to catch my own food. I don't care about your pack, I don't care about you. I'll have you know I have no intention of trespassing in your lands, or stealing your food or doing any kind of stupid shit like that. If you take a chill pill and leave me alone so I can catch my food in peace, I won't bother you," Trajan hissed through gritted teeth at the male, bi-colored eyes fierce as he met the other's gaze, the recklessness coming through once more.

Burke let out a warning growl to the boy before him. In a way Burke was reminded of Damien when seeing this young male. He was cocky, too cocky. Burke was a bit torn because he didn't feel like disciplining some stranger but he also didn't want the teenager to walk over him. Burke was pretty much done with him already. At first he seemed interested in the name of his pack but then he dared to talk back to him. If there was something Burke disliked, then it was younger teenage wolves talking back like they knew it all. As the wolf was talking about how how he didn't care and how he wasn't going to do any stupid shit Burke decided that this was the perfect moment to attacked the talkative boy. 

Burke rushed forward, there wasn't much aggression in his attack. But it was a clear warning for the boy to fuck off. With one howl Burke could call his pack and then this young wolf was going to be killed or at least be chased down. He knew at least some of his wolves were eon patrol on this side of the forest. Burke shot forward and tried to give the young boy a warning bite/nip on his shoulder. It wouldn't give any wounds just a good bruise the boy was going to feel if it was a hit. If it wasn't a hit then at least the boy would know very clearly that the male gave a warning for him to behave around him and possibly leave him. Now it was time for the youngster to leave, Burke gave him a chance to leave this part of the creek and make space for him. If he was arrogant enough to stay then Burke would have to resort to other matters which wouldn't be favorable for the young male.

Burke disliked his tone and even though this was a stranger Burke wasn't going to let himself be pushed around on the territories close to Black Feather. His attack had been a warning at best, so it wasn't like the alpha was plainly attacking. Still there was seriousness in his warning, a warning that definitely need to be taken in account.

A low warning growl rumbled out from the charcoal tank's throat and Trajan felt a cold feeling snake its way up his spine. Nevertheless, he held his ground and dug his blunt claws into the earth, ready to take off any moment if needed, or even better...fight back. It seemed like the pale eyed wolf was not the talkative type which was in a way, rather annoying but also, refreshing at the sametime. Annoying because he liked to see the reaction of other wolves to his sarcastic quips and refreshing because a wolf was finally acting wild, acting like a real wild wolf. Most wolves back home didn't adhere to their natural instincts of survival but to the ways of Rome which was normal, to them, but Trajan liked the idea of going along with their instincts.

However, Trajan most definitely did not like wolves who attacked in the middle of his sentence and that was exactly what the male did. He rushed forward like a huge charging dark gray bull, head lowered. It was clear that he wasn't giving his best; he wasn't aiming to kill but to warn him off. Immediately, Trajan skidded sideways, eyes narrowed, trying to get away from the wolf's path. He managed to do that just in time and skedaddle out of the older male's path.

The Roman didn't run away however, instead, adrenaline and anger fueled him and he turned around to look at the older male. "I'm sorry for acting so arrogantly and vainly just now," Trajan apologised sincerely, tail low and head down then he raised his smoky gray crown and frowned. "But you could've just attacked right after I spoke. I mean, I know that's playing fair and wolves don't play fair but....man, c'mon." Trajan crouched, tail swiping the air behind him, head low to protect his neck and pulled his black lips ever so slightly backwards to show his teeth. "I told ya, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just here to hunt." Trajan suppressed a growl as he said that. Just because he apologised didn't mean he was angry, because he was. He'd only apologised because it was the 'right' thing to do, but after he did the 'right thing', he always followed his instincts.

Yep. Shadow taught him weird things.

If the charcoal wolf attacked, then it was on. If he didn't, then maybe both of them would come out unscathed and maybe Traj would survive winter.

Burke could care less what the male found from his behavior, or his attack. The pup was quick and avoided his attack but his warning was headed and he did apologize. It didn't sound that genuine but Burke let it slide. He just wanted this to be over with, and by that he wanted the loner away from the creek. It wasn't technically BFW territory, but Burke did count this creek as part of their hunting grounds. It gave them variety from deer meat, it provided fish and otter. Sure he couldn't claim this land as his own but Burke expected that if he was at Otter Creek others would know to get out their way. This loner could talk all he wanted he didn't want to cause trouble or steal their food. But Burke didn't trust this loner. He already talked back, and after he apologized to Burke he had his comments ready again.

"Your behavior doesn't really makes your words believable," he pointed out. The male looked agitated with the youngster. If the male had been respectful or at least not behaving like he was right now Burke might have showed some respect in return. Yet, the man hadn't showed any of that so why should he be the civil one? Burke had enough members to support him and chase this male out if he liked that. He had the strength in numbers. "I'm going to give you one last warning to leave right now, or I will call my warriors and assassins to chase you down. Then your body will be used to mark out borders," he pointed out really casually. Burke was being a bit of a bully but he didn't care. He had his pack at his disposal and the loner had not.

Oh, Trajan's apology was genuine enough. Or at least, as genuine as he could get. Apologies did not come easily to the silver furred male, despite the many hours Shadow spent drilling the importance of knowing when one was wrong and saying sorry into his head. It just simply didn't come to him easily. Yes, he still apologised when he knew he was wrong but he had to grit his teeth and literally force himself to spit the words out. This? That wolf should be proud he managed to weasel those words out of the teenager's mouth. He definitely shouldn't be complaining about it.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Trajan said, faking a surprisingly believable apologetic face. "Should I do it once more?" The apologetic look turned into a devilish smile, tinged with barely contained annoyance. "I'm genuinely sorry for being an ignorant pup and acting like I'm the king of this land, because I know I'm not. But I'm not sorry for trying to lighten up the atmosphere and getting attacked because of it. Granted, my attitude towards it and, of course, you, was wrong and entirely my mistake but....- you know what? Why am I even wasting my breath? I'm sorry for disrupting your afternoon, sir, I'll be leaving right now."

The Roman turned on his heel and was about to go, expertly reining in his anger because the moment he let go of those reins, he knew he was going to charge around and attack that man. Now, however, was not the time and so he kept his resolute stoicness. "Have a good day, sir," he flashed a coy smile at the man, head and tail lowered slightly as he trudged away, showing a sort of grudging respect for the old man. Trajan didn't like him, but respected how he defended his land, even though Otter Creek technically wasn't his territory.

Who cares? Trajan didn't want to settle in a dark, suffocating forest anyways. A Northerner had no place in the south. Nah. He was going to head North now and see what he could find there. Maybe there would be a pack more suitable for him somewhere. Breaking into a run, Trajan left the encounter and the grumpy Alpha behind, already finding more important things to occupy his mind with.

Burke watched the male take his warning signal close to his heart now. Burke wasn't even listening to the male who was trying to defend his earlier words. The tank only nodded shortly back in return. The younger wolf hadn't been attacked badly. Burke found that it hadn't even been an attack in the first place just a good warning. His docked tail was still up as the male left. He was smart to do so. Burke was also pleased he didn't have to mobilize his pack only for a youngster. 

The heavy set male sat down once the other vanished from his vision. His attention turned back to the lake and to see if the Otters had returned by now. It still seemed quiet, they probably wouldn't return until dusk with these squabbling wolves around. Burke let out a soft sigh, so his young would have to do with red meat today once more. Not that it was bad he just wanted them to get adjusted to different types of food at an early age. 

Part of Burke's attentions stayed to the direction where the male left. He didn't want the male to return and maybe attack him in the back. This didn't seem to happen and Burke returned safely to the borders of his lands. At least he still got it.