Wolf RPG

"Bones. Bones." Bazi's voice was a frantic whisper. She gave her snoozing friend a hard shove in the ribs with both fore-paws to rouse her.

It was a few hours after midnight, and a smattering of stars were visible through the slow-moving sheet of scattered clouds. Prey was returning to the fields that surrounded their territory, drawn by the sound of running water and the promise of vegetation. Bazi had spent the evening downwind from a female herd of bison, scoping out the youngest and oldest animals. Bison did not go down easy and calves were hard to get at, but an older male duty-bound to protect the breeding females might be brazen enough to break away.

But that wasn't why it was important for Bones to wake up. Bazi hadn't been the only animal watching the herd that night. A small group of mangy, flea-bitten coyotes had taken up position within the pack's borders, watching her work with big, hungry eyes - and no matter what she did, Bazi could not drive them away. A show of strength was required, and Bones was the nearest wolf available.

With any luck, they could deal with the intrusion quietly and without needing to call on backup.

Bones slept lightly, a byproduct of her upbringing in a place like Tortuga. She woke and sprang onto all fours within seconds of Bazi's hard nudge. "What, what?" she asked uncomprehendingly, blinking sleep from her pastel green eyes. "'S wrong?" she queried, feeling a headache gathering behind her eyes from the sudden wake-up call. Not one to be deterred by such things, she ignored it, still blinking slowly as her eyes fixed on Bazi's pale, moonlit face.

Bones exploded into action before the last syllable had left Bazi's lips, and she scuttled back in surprise. Ferdie was less easily roused. She made a mental note to adjust her tactics and spare Bones the risk of cardiac arrest next time.

"Coyotes," she whispered, shifting anxiously and throwing glances over her shoulder. "I can't shift them on my own, and they're creeping further in. There's a herd gathering near our borders, and I think they're looking to settle near it. Will you help? I'll call Ferdie, too."

The word coyotes made Bones's eyes narrow slightly. "Rapscallions," she whispered under her breath. Coyotes were the sworn enemy of Tortuga, as the coyote bandits gave the wolf raiders a run for their money, for sure. "Aye," she added in response to the formal request for help. "Should we call Cap'n Fox or the others?"

Motioning for Bazi to lead the way even as she spoke, Bones fell into step with her. Both sleepiness and soberness over the situation at hand erased the usual smile from her youthful face, leaving it blank and stony, with a determined quirk to her brow.

"Rapscallions."

The word sent a shiver down Bazi's spine, but there was no time to ask what it meant - at the mere mention of coyotes, Bones was suddenly stern warlike, directing Bazi to lead the way. The paler wolf nodded in return, and moved with swift steps towards their mangy visitors.

As they marched, she howled a low and ominous warning to all that called the Creek their home, and finished with calls to @Ferdie von Pelt, @Jace, and @Fox. Njal was presumably still away (which was a shame; the mere sight of him might be enough to ward off intruders), and Jinx had not been seen for days. Lecter would probably scare the herd away with the coyotes, so she left him out of the summons as well.

The howl roused Fox from her sleep, and she blinked a few times before finally exiting the den that she and @Haunter shared. “You coming?” she asked him with a gravelly voice, although she did not wait to hear his answer. With a shake of her coat, she set off toward the epicenter of Bazi's call, loping at a swift pace. Her eyes were still tired, but she managed to arrive in a decent amount of time.

Bones and Bazi were both marching toward a group of shapes, and it took Fox a moment to realize that they were none other than coyotes. When this was realized, the yearling was suddenly wide-awake, adrenaline pumping through her as she advanced so that she was beside her white comrade. Fox's tail was held over her back, and she bristled instinctively, her eyes locked on the clan of coyotes that meant to take their herd away from them.

Jace heard the howl and standing swiftly he began to lope quickly towards the sound. His black pelt blended in nicely with the surrounding shadows and he was able to make it right after Fox. He titled his head to look at what all were looking at and then he caught sight of the coyotes and a feral growl, full of deep dark promises erupted from him. One would not know it was coming from the gangly youth if you weren't right next to him, his eyes flashed in the waning light. He was more than willing to go after all of them chase them away this was his pack's land, his pack's food.

Bazi sent out a starlight bark, summoning help to deal with the band of trespassers. Bones's ears twitched and she scanned the nighttime scenery, waiting to see who might join them. Captain Fox arrived quite promptly, falling into step on Bazi's other flank. Although separated by the white scout, the juvenile tipped her head in acknowledgement of the leader. Her skull bobbed again when another dark shadow, a stranger, joined the group.

Before long, they approached the skulking troupe of shadows. Like the unseen Fox, Bones bristled at the mere sight of the coyotes. Although such a laid-back, easygoing creature, her black lips peeled back from her teeth in a dangerous scowl and her ears swept backward, nearly disappearing against her skull as she glowered at her sworn enemies. A rare growl—high-pitched but nonetheless dangerous-sounding—clawed its way up her throat, bursting from her mouth to echo in the otherwise quiet darkness.

Something happened to the four Creek wolves. They regressed, shedding ritual and civility for something simpler, closer to the metal. Eight eyes glittered dangerously in the faint glow. Bones, ordinarily the very essence of mirth, became a bristling beast. Jace, a picture good manners, was a snarling shadow next to Fox, whose size in no way detracted from the ferocious snarl that split her face in half. Bazi herself became sharp teeth and slaver.

Their foes were pathetic by contrast. Small, scruffy creatures with scarcely the bulk of one Creek wolf between them, but despite this they bared their ugly little teeth at the advancing formation.

There was nothing organized about their attack. There was nothing smart about it either, but the desperate pests refused to be pushed out.

Suddenly, a flood of animals launched at the Creek wolves like a cloud of yipping madness. They attacked in ones and twos, choosing different opponents rather than working as a cohesive unit. Two went for Jace, snapping at his ankles. A more ominous-looking creature leaped straight for Fox. A further three decided to team up, pushing Bones and Bazi into the rear.

One of the larger coyotes lunged at Fox, but she was not a wolf to be trifled with, despite her size. With her jaws open, she ran at the attacker with full force, throwing herself into the battle with reckless abandon. She and the coyote were at each other's throats, snapping, growling, and biting wherever they could. From the outside, it looked like a blur of tawny coats wrapped into one. The sharp bite of the coyote's teeth sank into her left foreleg, and Fox yelped out of surprise and pain. Just as quickly, she had the 'yote's tail in her mouth and was tugging it this way and that.

Next thing she knew, Fox's ear was in her attacker's jaws, and she was pulling away from him, causing a tear in her ear and a snarl in her throat. She lunged back at him, teeth scraping against his shoulder and digging in as far as they would go there. He fell back for only a moment before tackling her yet again. Fox rolled, her rival on top of her as he bit at her chest and neck, though she managed to tuck her chin so that he could not get to her most vital areas. Her back feet kicked, attempting to knock him off balance and away from her.

A guttural loud filled the air. Ferdie's mouth wide open to accentuate the loud noise, it was a noise that would fill the hearts of the cyote’s with fear. Ferdie Von Pelt tore across the ground, His hackles raised all raised making the huge brute seemed even bigger, His tail held high; they were canines after all they’d understand rudimentary dominance, not that Ferdie was trying to dominate anything it was just natural to him and the farthest thing from his mind. Ferdi e charged the cluster group of coyote, running into it full force he connected with one sending the tiny thing flying , flipping his head to the left, his jaws snapped attempting to come into contact with a coyote His jaws at full strength he meant to crush bone and ask questions later. NO ONE attacked his pack NO ONE!!



A coyote that rolled into submission upon his arrival and lay upon the ground leapt up and made contact with Ferdie’s inner thigh, a wolf with a matted coat might have had more protection he did not but with his adrenaline on high he didn’t notice he flicked his leg connecting with the thing as it connected with him another roar escaped him, attempting to drain any bravery the cyote’s might have left in the face of such great danger

Jace reared back a step and planting his feet he snaked his head and snapped at the nearest coyote catching it's ear and he nudged the second with his shoulder. His stance was wide yet sturdy as he launched himself at the two coyotes attacking him, his blue eyes were alight with an almost otherworldly fire as he fought and dodged as his father had taught him, holding the very blood lust that his father had at bay.

He grabbed the leg of the nearest and bit down hard while he scrabbled at the other with claws and shoulders pushing it away or to the ground whichever he could get. He would rip their throats out if they weren't careful and left soon.

The coyotes made the first move, leaving the wolves to defend and counterattack. Bones's eyes flicked hither and thither, trying to track each of the rascally beasts. But when three rounded on herself and Bazi, her attention fixed on them particularly. She looked at each in turn, quickly ascertaining the strongest, the weakest and the middlemost among them. The youth decided the one in the center looked the fittest, so she trained her focus on its curling black lips.

"Scram, ye surly, onion-eyed barnacles!" Bones said, her voice loud in an effort to frighten them. A moment later, her speech gave way to a thick, rolling snarl. She snapped at the air, further trying to intimidate the trio of coyotes that continued to press toward them, their eyes hungry and jaws slavering.

Ferdie thundered in as the band of miscreants launched forth, and the sight of five capable wolves seemed to ignite a flicker of dissent. Bazi saw it in the eyes of the three that rounded on her and Bones. Strengthened by the sound of wolfish snarls all around her, she couldn't help but grin at the younger wolf's outburst. Onion-eyed barnacles?

The second largest of the three stooges went flying as Ferdie barreled into it, and the sight of his comrades being flung about like rag-dolls was quite enough for the smallest of the group. Bones's surprisingly guttural snarl sent him packing, tail between his legs and reputation presumably in tatters. Outnumbered now, Bones's main target cast hasty glances at its battling crew and soon decided to follow suit, leaving both girls open to help their alpha. Both barreled into the side of Fox's assailant - the largest of the lot - in a flurry of fur, teeth, and snarls. But they were three against one now, and numbers trumped size.

Ferdie glanced over and saw fox in trouble his heart nearly stopped right there but it didn't stop his next actions.

With the other two wolves closing in distracting the coyote and the fact it's rest of it's rout was fleeing, and Fox attempting to dislodge the coyote the thing was totally distracted, Ferdie bounded over in two steps to make his entrance to the Coyote fast and unseen until it was to late.

Hackles and adrenaline high he roared as he snapped his jaws at back of the coyotes neck it would fit neatly in his deadly jaws and the crushing of bones would stop any more attacks upon Fox which would delight Ferdie to no end.

And maybe this Pelt would please Bazi as well, Either way Ferdie had a trophy in his jaws from this battle and he wasn't about to drop it until he knew it was lifeless

jace had seen the smaller alpha in trouble but since he had two mangy problems of his own he couldn't help but he was confident the others would help her. the coyote whose leg he bit yelped and ran but the other snapped her jaws and caught part of his shoulder. a snarl ripped from his maw as he felt the bite and with a roar he turned and grasped the coyote by the neck growling and shaking it till it lay limp before him his eyes held their red tinge and he turned to help the others though he was sure ferdie could kill it.

Bazi and Bones, two of her favorite young ladies, came quick to her aid, and the large coyote was knocked off of her and quickly became the target of many wolves against one coyote. He was a large one, but even the largest could not fend off more than two wolves. Three would be damn near impossible. With Fox, Bones, Ferdie, and Bazi all heading toward him at once, the largest (and apparently leader of the gang) fled the scene almost immediately, and Fox turned her attention to those that remained.

It seemed Jace was the last one standing, and he held a lifeless coyote's neck in his mouth. Fox breathed deeply, hackles still raised and eyes still wild with adrenaline. “Leave it here,” she commanded, “It will show them not to return.” Nothing like a rotting coyote corpse to say, "This kind of shit won't be tolerated."

Jace tossed the kill with a swift toss of his head and grimaced softly at the pain in his shoulder he turned his head and licked at it. Keeping his eyes from anyone looking at them knowing they held the blood red tinge that his father was so famous for, the berserker rages his father had called them, blood lust. He refused to let anyone find out this secret that he carried, what would they think of him prone to dark rages when angry, he had learned to control it and he would never hurt anyone near him, unless they deserved it, but some did not care and most feared what they did not understand.

He then waited with his head down for anymore orders as his breathing slowed, and his adrenaline also slowed.

EDIT Sorry about the posting order for some reason I read fox's name and thinking ferdie i guess cause i'm behind him *hides face in shame* no stones please. :)