Set two days after his thread with Indra.
The thief trekked as close as he comfortably could to the edges of the pack. He had met three from their horde and the red girl had struck him with a foolish charm. The long-legged coywolf was not pleased that she was pure-blooded, but her peculiarities were moderately enchanting, and he thought her to be pleasant in her own right. To learn more, he believed that he was intended to visit them in their home and collect each imperfection that he could from the lot. Tadec had sneaking suspicions that there would be many – that they were all imperfect in their own unique ways. He would be full of them before he was through.
Drawing his narrow muzzle toward the skies, the fiendish little hound parted his jaws and yipped against the evening air. A cool breeze ruffled through the reddish hairs of his pelt and Tadec shuddered at the touch. The embers of his gaze peered into their claim and willed a familiar face to approach him. He would have enjoyed seeing Indra again, though she had not been gone long. The thief then sat patiently and curled his tail neatly at his paws.
woo reigi... tadec is awkward af don't u mind him
It was a familiar face that approached him, and he was met with a chuff that hinted she recalled their meeting, though neither one had shared a name. The thief’s tail twitched, and he lowered his skull appropriately to provide her with the submission that wolves so craved. The movement of his tail ceased, and he tucked it to his hocks. With a low skull and a glance in the opposite direction, Tadec searched for a sign of Indra near them, and when he could not find one, he glanced back toward the wolf dog and canted his head to the left just so that his ears rose some.
“Indra?” the moonlighter asked. His tone was pleasant and inquisitive. Tadec was not able to procure a name for the woman who stood before him, but she had not really been the reason he was seeking their borders. It was the red-furred female with the missing tail that had caught his gaze, and he was eager to see her again. “Indra here, yes?” he then repeated, hoping that he had arrived to the correct claim to seek her.
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The female was silent – as he had recalled her being on their first meeting – and she regarded him with an immovable set of features on her face. The halfling wondered if she was not of their leadership, or if she truly was more dog than wolf and had no understanding of the nature of wild things. A little taken aback by her stiffness and neutral state, he shuffled his feet and cast his gaze to the snow beyond where they were. Even his beast of a father would have found the submission to be adequate, but Tadec was not capable of inquiring to her what she thought wrong in him.
The woman lifted her head and called. He pulled his ears forward and glanced back toward her before peering away skittishly. A brush of the wind tugged at the coal coloring in his fur and sent shivers along his back and spine. Tadec assumed that she would be calling for Indra, or he would not have wished to delay his search by wasting so much time with the silent, stoic wolfdog. While holding his polite posture, the rawboned thing kept his head turned away from her and his body low.
Skipping over Reigi per her last ooc remark. :) Of course she's welcome to respond as she pleases for her trade.
It took very little time for a large pale brute to find them just outside of the entrance to their pack. Tadec glanced toward him and quivered softly at the sight of the lumbering, meaty creature. The thief could smell the reek of wolf as he neared, and his cold voice did little to quell the nerves that had burned against his pink flesh. The halfling held his posture but lowered his head further and tucked his tail tightly against his rump. The tip of his tassel twitched apologetically. The tone of the other male’s voice reminded the coywolf of Tiel’c; the lash of his tongue had been savaging.
The words that struck him did not seem welcoming or sweet, and the spindly halfling thought it odd that Indra would insert herself with the type to stand so unwillingly at the edge of their land. Understanding that his claim must have been sacred, the thief fixed the Alpha with a shriveled smile and bob of his narrow muzzle. “Tadec wolf… half-blood,” he explained quietly. Tadec’s voice had fallen like the distant sound of rumbling thunder. The embers of his gaze roamed over the tall white figure and caused him to shrink further.
“Tadec come to join. Know Indra.”
The first remark the fell from the pale wolf’s mouth caused the thief to frown and turned to look at him with a surprised expression. If Tadec had not been attempting to join the male’s pack, he would have made a cold remark about exactly what kind of a wolf would mate with a coyote. Instead, he held his tongue and gritted his fangs together to turn his dark lips into a thin line. The halfling hoped that the red-eyed wolf would change the subject and request a different kind of information from him. As it happened, he focused his attention on the new inquiries and nodded his head.
“Indra… friend,” he said softly, lowering his head some and looking to the left. “Tadec fast, sneaky, good thief,” he then bolstered his own abilities with a sure nod. Of course, he was not certain that doltish wolves would find this to be an ideal set of traits. Some part of him hoped that the red woman would appear and would save him from the conversation he was presently having, but she did not seem to be anywhere in sight.
Tadec out <3 thanks you guys.
As was suspected, the large white figure had not appeared very fond of Tadec’s skillset. The coywolf recoiled with a wince, anticipating that the warning would reach his slender muzzle and leave a gash in his face. The snap of Xan’s fangs sounded that it had not met a mark, and the fire-eyed crow looked to the Alpha with a wary expression. After the show of dominance, he made sure to tuck his tail close to his hocks and shrink himself. The moonlighter was already a slender and small creature, but he did well to appear as non-threatening as he could. The way of the wolf was so peculiar to him, but he had learned well how to cow to the meaty brutes of the world.
Instruction was given for the smoky little thief to find Indra and he gaped at the white brute with some awe at having been accepted. With a low skull and skittish steps, Tadec crossed their border and entered the valley that they had claimed. The dark thing’s eyes were careful to watch Xan for any further surprise lunges, but it seemed that the large brute was more interested in the wolfdog. Drawing his tongue along his muzzle nervously, the thief slunk into their pack and sought the red-furred woman.