The tawny stray paced and prowled until his unrest dragged him across Swiftcurrent Creek’s borders and south-west until he reached the mountains. He seethed and stewed and spoiled for a fight, with metaphorical sleeves rolled up the arms and fists that clenched instinctively, but that wasn’t quite the purpose for doing what he meant to now. His mind was focused and sharp as a blade, but his body was left free to roam on auto-pilot, and in his trek he found he’d lost track of time and his sense of the distance he’d deliberately placed between himself and Swiftcurrent Creek. He’d turned his back to them, literally speaking, but there was no getting around it that they were the nagging force in the back of his mind that drove him to where he headed just then.
He’d decidedly gone far enough, and standing statuesque in the middle of that valley he let forth a wild, taunting call to summon the great black wolf he’d once mended on the bank of the creek. He was likely the only wolf who would oblige his outright demand for answers where Fox had so infuriatingly denied them, and one of the few Razo might vaguely be able to tolerate, or else delight in making Jace miserable for having met with him at all. That said, Razo’s call should appropriately have been more diplomatic, but he found he couldn’t muster that even now, and his savage mood beckoned the Sunspire wolf with as much barbarism he could stuff violently into one howl.
Jace lifted blue eyed gaze to the sky and swore under his breath Oh fuck. It was not the time for him to be called to a cock fight. He already had one and that was enough for a day he felt, jeesh. Standing up tall and hissing through his teeth, at the pain that shot up his leg into his chest, like a sharp knife poker hot. Not that he would really know what a knife felt like. He limped and tripped down the lands to stand in front of the healer of the creek. He stared at him refusing to lessen the stare, or even look down. what da fuck you want Beautiful? So tell me Razo what is it that you need with me? I think your leader has done enough damage to the pack, if I were you I wouldn’t do anymore. His words were ripe with sarcasm and irritation.
He stood then waiting Blue eyes gazing at him, the scars that littered his pelt and around his neck hardened in the sun, while the blood that covered his face and the wounds on his shoulder that Scimitar had left, still littered his obsidian coat, not having gotten to completely cleaning his body of the blood yet. He dipped pink tongue out, and traced the piece of flesh torn from his muzzle and waited. you should see the other guy. was all he said, though he was fairly certain that Scimitar didn’t look that bad. He had aimed mostly for the guy’s chest and shoulder so those would be the worst wounds.
The black wolf made his approach with an obvious limp, and just before Razo locked eyes with him in a stare filled to the brim with tension, he shrewdly surveyed the damage to his strong, young body. When Jace came to a halt, however, their eyes met and neither gave over to the other. Icy blue burned violently into severe yellow.
If you were me,
he quipped snidely, I’d be quick to congratulate you on such stunning self-improvement.
His eyes flashed deviously for good measure before he tilted his head slightly and idly took another direction when the dark male ventured a suggestion. “Guy” might have been a simple slip of colloquialism, or, on the other hand, it might actually have been a male that dealt Jace such a blow. Who, however, Razo couldn’t tell, but Scimitar made the most sense if he’d accompanied Bazi after Fox had danced around with her feeble explanations. That also meant, then, that the others that had so naïvely followed Fox had not successfully fled on their own.
As it happens, though—
he proceeded, laying the tedious banter aside and lowering his muscled haunches to the ground. If he’d wanted to cause Jace or Ferdie grief, and if he’d thought they were worthy of his time and effort in that sense, he would have done a better job of it than Fox had. I’m not here to cause anything. I only want to know what happened when a band of Swiftcurrent wolves recently aimed to play their pranks on your pack yet again—
his sharp enunciation made his annoyance ring absolutely clear at this point, —and perhaps who left you in shambles this time... Fox didn’t mention your involvement.
She hadn’t mentioned much, actually, and that was precisely why Razo was there, because it most certainly wasn’t for pleasure.
Jace chuckled You're just jealous. Jace studied him, it was Scimitar and Njal probably the only two males present company excluded that could hurt him, in such a way, be worthy opponents so to speak.
His eyes flashed angry and irritable and then he looked at him You precious leader didn't tell you? He licked muzzle and studied the other, wondering if he jested. But he felt that he was sincere so he spoke. Fox came to the borders and pissed all over them she brought imp...i mean Leaf and Magpie a yearling and a six month old to a bitch fight..... he snorted then irritated with the whole thing. She knew we would meet her with violence, but she didn't bring anyone but youth's. We came at her as she knew we would and when ferdie took a chunk out of her back, she ran away letting magpie and Leaf here to suffere whatever wrath we could deal...as of right now they are merely captives, we don't mean them any harm. We just want fox and I don't even think Ferdie wants to hurt her he's just tired of this bull shit. As for my sorry hide, this is from a fight at your borders with Scimitar when i came down to talk to Bazi and Bazi only, but her boyfriend showed up to be superman and My temper got he best of me, foolishly so clearly. Thought he didn't like to he could admit when he was wrong it just sucked to do so.