Wolf RPG

He had found some traces of something foreign on his last patrol. A pile of fresh droppings, to start with. A few meters away, a naked tree had been gouged clean of its bark, and the hard skin lay in tatters across the roots and rocks below. He studied the marks with as much care as he studied all things - which is to say, Lazarus wasn't entirely interested - but he was bored, and hungry, and in need of a good fight, so he sought to find the culprit of this dishevelment and put and end to things. If it was an interloping wolf he would find great pleasure in tearing out its throat, and would present the head and heart to Amekaze. If it were something more foreign, something that he was not so equipped to deal with, then... He would have to figure things out if that moment arose. For now Lazarus paced like a great pale bear through the trees, he followed one of the naturally curving paths of the mountain as he hunting for further signs of this beast. Yet he would not succeed; the taunting of the cougar would persist for another day, as Lazarus found himself on the edge of a precipice and with nothing to show for his hunt.

He stared down in to the abyss of tangled branches and low-growing shrubs, the likes of which were still trying desperately to recover their foliage after the onslaught of bugs. It seemed as if the world would be barren forever; or perhaps the mountains were the last place to be touched by green. Either way, it was an awful view, and one he was quite keen on ignoring. As he began to step back and turn around, he heard a wolfish call. This set him in to a rigid stance, and he turned slowly, as if to survey the surroundings for an enemy. Lazarus was not sure what he found when his eyes lit upon the dark face of this stranger; he seemed mirthful, and his words were jokingly morbid. 

No, he rumbled with that decidedly gravel-like voice of his, no jumping, no eating. He would not fall prey to this mountain as he conquered it, nor would he allow anyone to feast upon his body. Laz thought of the girl that he had found, of the struggle between himself and the Alpha boy over her remains, and knew he would never let anyone strip him in such a way. He lurched towards the dark figure as he adjusted upon the ledge, then began to stride by him, his eyes never wavering from their place upon the stranger's features. Maybe we can bait a cougar with you, though. Or a bear. Or whatever it was that had killed Ness and remained rooted to the mountain, eager to feed off of them.

The stranger's assertion was met with a small snort. Then, uncharacteristically perhaps, Lazarus continued with the verbal prodding. You would need to be heftier, I think. Too small now. Not enough meat to even lure a hungry boar, and pigs would eat anything if there was enough blood to coax them in to it. Lazarus remained passive in his expression, somewhat cold and detatched, but as he moved he took notice of the way the narrow male carried himself. He moved with swift steps and a quiet ease, but more importantly he held himself with confidence, or at least with more favor to his posture than Lazarus did himself. He noticed the raised tail and wondered how this tiny creature had become more esteemed among their pack than Lazarus, who still considered himself second only to Charon, and even that was a fleeting construct. The fur of his nape prickled but he said nothing more, only walked and raised his tail to match that of his new companion, and wondered if he would take notice.

Dash wasn't one to usually care what others thought of him. So when the other male commented on his small frame, and lack of meat, Dash let it roll off of his shoulders. I'm not that much meatier, even without the famine, he choose to comment. Maybe more muscular, though he kept that to himself. 

The other male's body language did not go unnoticed, and Dash challenged it, his expression tightening as he raised his tail a little higher. He and the other male were only one rank apart, and usually Dash wouldn't bother to hold his own, but there was something about this male that put him on edge. Dash wouldn't have cared if it wasn't his gut telling him he needed to. The ebony male didn't think he was the only one this wolf was fooling with. If he was right, the weird-acting male would be putting everyone on edge.

The boy made a comment which carried with it a hint of humor, though his tone seemed more serious than Lazarus' own comment. The pale man had been trying to be funny. It wasn't his forte, so the manner in which the boy took his words left much to be desired, and in seeing this and feeling a bit rejected by his attempt at conversation, the burly creature decides swiftly to end the exchange. He grunts, and his steps carry him around and away from the dark boy, no longer interested in whatever fleeting conversation had been present before. Silently, and without looking back or addressing him in any way, Lazarus chooses to slip away from his companion and carry on along the mountain path.

The other male was peculiar, to the say the least, and Dash couldn't get a solid read on him. One moment he seemed serious, the next he might have been making a joke, but the black male just couldn't tell. Dash was relieved when the male made his exit, choosing not to respond to the grunt. He turned, watching the while pack mate as he left, thinking he would steer clear of him in the future.