Wolf RPG - look like meat's back on the menu, boys

@Saucy had returned, and velen was relieved. it seemed ford had sent her on an expedition, and he suspected the man who had assaulted dalia was the focus of that. he attempted not to think of the event these days, for it set his jaw on edge and the boy did not trust himself to keep from rash things.
but saucy — velen called to her from his perch, hoping the striped girl would join him so that they could catch up. and perhaps so he could bend her ear about the nature of her depature, but that was beside the point.

Saucy’s border patrols had become more frequent since her return, her attitude about the whole idea of their pack was slightly changed. She was more serious now- they were becoming a pack, not just a group of friends. Others had joined their ranks, and claims were being made; she’d become accustomed to the land and was starting to establish a pride in it. The sea felt like her own, the crashing waves were her compatriots as much as her pack mates. Everything was just so much more valuable to her now, so her need to protect it all was more urgent than ever.

The white lioness was finishing up a patrol when she heard the call of a friend. Velen, good old trouty mouth. She smiled at the sound of his voice, as they hadn’t had much time to catch up since her return. She took up her paws in the direction of the bronze male, her excitement to see him was brimming, though she tried to contain it. She couldn’t seem too excited to see him, she didn’t want to give him that power. When he came into view she slowed her pace to a confident swing and a friendly smirk and called out, Missed me?

she drew up quickly, her sarcasm easy. "hadn't even noticed you were gone," velen lied obnoxiously, closing the short distance between them with a swift trudge of his paws. in truth, and of course saucy would know this, he had missed her, not only for her place in stormrift but her companionship alongside himself and dalia.
but here the lioness was again, the scent of the bay firmly wreathed into her withers once more. "didja see dalia yet?" he inquired, chestnut eyes searching her own. there was a solemnity there; surely the flower-girl had informed her friend of what had happened, and it was important to velen that they had reconnected, even if he did not want to be privy to those details.

Saucy chuckled at his sarcastic reply, somehow comforted to hear it. She had missed him, however snarky she may be about it. And even though she often over exaggerated finding him annoying, she in fact didn’t find him annoying at all. Their sardonic chats were just the kind she was built for, sass and all. Cool, I didn’t miss you either, what’s your name again actually? she replied, though her eyes were filled with that familiar playfulness.

Velen asked if she had seen Dalia yet, and she could see in his gaze the gravity he meant. She nodded, Yeah I did. She seems better I think, she said, the pinch of the whole ordeal returning as she thought of it. She walked a little closer to Velen, and brushed her nose against his shoulder in a rare moment of sincerity towards him, she said that you were there for her. Thank you.

velen gasped in fake shock, lifting a paw in a fair imitation of a housewife's swoon. "guess i meant nothing to you, but okay," he muttered, teeth flashing in a smirk the next moment. the brush of saucy's shoulder brought an answering nudge of his muzzle to her own; velen nodded. "i'm glad she felt safe with me." he wasn't a she-wolf, however; surely there was an intimacy between women that the man would never understand.
he set their pace at an easy gait downward toward the beach. "so tell me about the coolest thing you saw," velen invited. "i personally saw three squirrels in a gangbang." arching a brow, he glanced to saucy; there was no possible way she could top that — could she?

They started towards the beach now, Saucy appeared to follow him at first but then sped up to be ahead of him. She turned her head to look at his over her shoulder when he invited her to weave a tale. The two wolves were almost childish in their games, they were trapped in a perpetual round of ‘beat that’. Saucy just couldn’t say no to a challenge of any sort.

Oh yeah, I bet you didn’t see a fish fly out of a river and hit a bird right in the balls, she replied with a familiar grin. She dared him to beat that, if he even believed it. But frankly, she didn’t believe him either.

fuck; she soared past him effortlessly. "wow, i bet that was really a sight, spicy," velen mused aloud in a tone that pretended it was not simply teasing. she'd painted quite a picture, which of course begged the question: did birds even have balls? and if so, why had he never seen a proud 'ol scrote on all the birds he'd killed?
like, whatever.
"i saw a moose suck its own dick," he announced next, deadpan as ever. there was literally no way she could not react to that, let alone top it — the more outrageous the better, and velen was king of that.

Velen seemed impressed with her description, she gave a cocky nod in response. But then he called Spicy, which was her sister's name. That caught her off guard for a split second, but she quickly recovered from it, the only trace of her thoughts held in a confused squint that became a smirk moments later. It was trouty mouth, sucks you missed it, she replied in a deadpan tone similar to the one he always used.

Of course their game wasn't over, Velen blurted out something that induced a string of snorts from Saucy. Mouse dick lol. She forced herself to stop laughing, not to give him the satisfaction, then sighed. that's cute, I saw a mouse getting eaten out by another mouse though so, she said with a shrug, and the faintest jump of her eyebrows.

trouty-mouth. first velen had found it annoyingly snarky, now he found it oddly charming,a and couldn't fathom it had been so long since saucy had called him that. she matched his tone, his sarcasm, his gait; he found them vexing in a great way together, dastardly duo of stormrift.
she laughed, she totally laughed; velen's tongue lolled from his mouth in a satisified smirk. so far, he was in the lead, even when saucy cut off her snickers to deliver another line his way. "mouselingulus," the boy chortled, his sniggering breaking into outright guffawing.
"fine. fine. you win," he chirruped, nipping her shoulder gently before breaking into a run.

He had the upper hand for a minute, his absolutely ludicrous statement having made her laugh. But Saucy’s response was just as funny it seemed, and Velen submitted to her powerful sarcasm abilities. Her tail swished happily behind her at the words you win, one of her most favorite things to hear. She was about to give a playful boast in response, but before she could he was nipping at her shoulders and speeding away. She shut her mouth, smiled, and then tore off after him.

Her long muscular legs carried her over the cold ground, until she was running at his heels. She didn’t reach his side yet, but she attempted to nip at his tail.

he was fast, but she was just as fast, and soon he felt the tip of her teeth clutch near his tail. grunting, velen sped onward, reaching the peak of his speed. in the next moment, however, the ceto had swerved to the side, hoping to lose her in a spray of wet sand.
all he did, however, was slip awkwardly and stumble at top racing gait. the edge of a half-hidden stone caught his ankle, and velen slammed downward, hitting his chin unceremoniously against the ground and knocking his dumb ass entirely out as the rest of him collapsed against the sand.
good race!

Saucy’s teeth clipped the air right behind his tail, but failed to grab on. She snorted, having been so close and yet so far. He sped forwards, and she tried to catch up but he was basically sonic the hedgehog at this point, and she was starting to lose ground! No way, no way could trouty mouth win! She spurred herself onwards but still to no avail, until suddenly she was flying past him. She started to slow, then skidded to a halt, realizing that she’d lost him somewhere along the way.

The white lioness turned around to look for him, and saw him face down in the sand, completely collapsed and looking like a dummy. A huge smiled broke her face and a loud HA! from her maw. She danced over to him jumping and swinging her hips in a victory strut, and then she hovered above him. Dude I- she started, but broke out into another string of laughter.

velen came to slowly; it had only been a few seconds that he'd been out. saucy's laughter rang over him, and he groaned, rolling to his back and flinging a broad paw over his face "duuuude," was all the boy could eke out for the present. his head rang fiercely, and the flush of shame raced through his body.
"welp. looks like you won that race," velen chuckled a few moments later, lifting himself to a sitting position and rolling his jaw. "really took myself out like an idiot." but his tongue still lolled in a good-natured grin as he glanced to saucy, wondering how the girl would roast him now.
blisteringly, it turned out, and no matter how velen rallied, he simply could do nothing about it. they parted ways some hours after, still both amused by their respective antics.