Wolf RPG

Hush had finally come to a conclusion on what he wanted to do for his pack. He wanted to protect them. To be a guardian. Yes, that seemed like the perfect thing for him. He already was one when he wandered through the forests and grasslands, protecting and helping any who needed his help. Defending the weak from the strong and all that. His pack didn't need that same kind of protection (Heda and Gyda were not weak women at all), but their borders must be protected.

And so, Hush paced quickly at the foot of the Dragon, restless in the snow. In order to become a guardian he must first become a fighter. He needed to know how to fight. He knew the basics that any wolf knew to defend themselves, and even had his own, swift moving, sharp biting style, but there was a finesse that real warriors had that he didn't. Hopefully, a wolf would come along - perhaps one of his Warrior Queens - who could teach him the finer points in wolf-on-wolf combat.

Magpie's talent were not physical, unless one counted the arts of seduction and pleasure. It was a side of her that had always been present, though she did not yet understand it or its power. That would come with her first heat, when the teachings of the Corvidae women would be felt primally, rather than known only as mere stories. It was her coming heat that drove Magpie's ambition and desire to begin a family of her own, though she was still unaware of the force of that connection.

She was more suited to logic, words, stamina, speed. It seemed, from her distant observations, that this was at odds with the rest of her pack mates. Her position as advisor would be her only way to ascend, then-- and so she knew she must be careful. Only Thuringwethil knew of her ambition, and if others were to find out, there would be little she could do against a physical challenge. She would need to tread carefully.

As often as Magpie observed her pack mates from afar, to absorb the culture without betraying her ignorance, the Corvidae would take to outriding. It was as important to an advisor to understand the lay of their pack's home, and new sights had always been a delight to the woman. Traversing the borders wasn't particularly stimulating, but it allowed her time to think on what had been learned. To determine her next move.

When another came into view, Magpie stiffened on instinct and breathed in its scent. Male. Pack. It told her enough to know that he was friendly. She offered a chuff in greeting, maintaining a dominant but relaxed posture, internally grateful to have someone to talk to.

Hush was restless. He warmed himself up, making mock lunges and feints to the air, melting the snow beneath him with every energized step. But luckily for him, it was not long for a wolf to come join him. With a gentle chuff, a young female resembling a magpie stood before him, her stance relaxed. Hush nodded back, wondering why so many animal-themed females seemed to frequent Sleeping Dragon, but he left it alone. Hush, unable to speak, lunged forward and snapped his jaws a few inches away from her chest and then jumped backwards, bending into a play stance, inviting the young female to spar with him.

"Hey--" she began, but before the sound fully left her, the male was lunging toward her. On instinct, Magpie dropped to a defensive stance, her fur bristling and lips pulling back. She was a lover, not a fighter, but she would not simply succumb to a threat. These instincts had taken over, but in a second the woman realized there was nothing to worry about; he had shifted to a stance that communicated playfulness, not aggression, and she relaxed considerably.

Magpie wasn't particularly keen on sparring, but after a moment of consideration, she dropped her posture to mirror him; green eyes watching for his next move.

While the woman jumped back with surprise, he was pleased to see that she understood his intentions quickly. The black-furred woman mirrored his stance, and a small smile crossed the mute's face as he looked her over. Sure, she didn't look like much of a warrior, but wouldn't it help for her to get some training as well?

The coywolfdog leapt forward, aiming at her right shoulder (jumping towards the left from his perspective), intent on shocking her into falling over or connecting with her body and pushing her over with his less-than-substantial weight.

Magpie was quick and agile, but unused to fighting; and so was unprepared as the male barreled toward her. Although she moved to dodge, she had realized the male's intention too late and she took the brunt of his "attack". She backpedalled a few steps to keep balance, eyes never leaving the male— waiting his next move, for he had the advantage and she was unable to recover fully before he came towards her for round two.

The two sparred for sometime, until Magpie felt thoroughly exhausted and beaten. She was not wounded, but her muscles would ache tomorrow for the work she had made them do.