Wolf RPG - drifting out slowly

@Fang , located at the edge of BDP border

The white prince trotted forward, today he was going to patrol the borders of his new pack. He had spent the previous days in Blacktail Deer Plateau exploring the territory but now he had a mental map in his head and was looking forward to do other jobs as a pack member. The first thing he would do today is patrolling.

He sniffed the edge of the border, lifted a leg and sprayed his scent marker, he began patrolling, walking the edge of the pack boundaries. Blue eyes scanning to see if there were any wolves about. Any wolves too close to the border.

referencing it a short time after This

Fang moved slowly, the sharp pain felt in his hind leg shot along his body like a lightning bolt every time he put a little too much weight down, or twisted the wrong way. Usually followed by an inward comment along the lines of Bitch referring to the inflicter of his discomfort.

Despite his injury he still managed to travel some distance away from the spire. His mood declining with each passing hour. When he finally decided to work out where he was he was more than a little surprised to recognise the familiar scent that lingered nearby. The same scent that was carried by the silver harlequin he'd met, nearby apparently.

The stink of recently marked borders caused the halfbreed to inwardly thank himself for stopping when he did. He was in no condition to confront someone on the wrong side of their border. A quick glance around would reveal to him the oncoming alabaster creature. He considered leaving, moving off in some random direction. Another shot of pain erupted in his hind leg as soon as he began to back-up. Fucking bitch! he snarled a little louder than he intended lifting the afflicted limb, he hopped a few steps completely ignoring the white wolf he'd spotted a moment before.

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Aquilo spotted a wolf or was it a wolf? The white prince trotted closer, steely eyes on the male. His scent was different, not entirely wolf. A halfbreed? A wolf dog. He stopped in front of the stranger male, ears pricked and tail raised. He seemed to be injured and in a lot of pain too by the comments he had made a moment before, the white wolf looked on as the halfbreed started hopping.

"Well, what do we have here?" he said, amusement edging his voice as he trotted closer to the stranger, bright blue eyes flicking between its injured leg and his face trying to see if he had met him before.

In the moments if pain and irritation the white male closed the distance between them. His voice cutting through the pain that just hit him. No thought was offered in his response. The fuck does it look like? He muttered. Regaining his composure he looked at the white male.

Ugh, sorry. A grimace spread over his face as he backedm
Limped back a few steps. Don't mind me, I just sort of, wandered here. .. He recalled the last time an interloper was at the sunspires border without an excuse, he added quickly. I uhh, I recognised the scent of someone I met nearby. Finley? Dropping a name might offset his initial insult, at least he hoped.

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Sorry for the late reply. :(

"The fuck does it look like?" the white male stared, half amused, half annoyed at the other's words. "Don't mind me, I just sort of, wandered here..." he raised his brows slightly, he sort of wandered here? he was about to reply when the halfbreed added another sentence to the pile. "I uhh, I recognised the scent of someone I met nearby. Finley?"

Finley....he'd heard that name somewhere and hadn't met her yet but he knew that she was one of his packmates. He did not say anything about her, just turned his icy sapphire blue gaze onto the halfbreed, a smirk covering his face though danger lurked beneath. "Hmm, and you decided to just wander closer?" he asked, his voice silky.

Closer? Of course he'd just been slowly making his way towards nothing in particular, but so far as he was aware the claimed territory was still a ways off. The irritation would be etched In his features when the male turned his eyes on him, his own golden eyes looking back. No, I just fell from the sky, and if I'm not mistaken, the territory is over there, and I'm over here. He nodded his head toward the nearby borders.

Shaking his head slightly, the half-breed let out a brief huff before he began a slow step parallel to the border, he was in no condition to move terribly swiftly without due cause, and whilst he was making a general "walking away from this shit" sort of move, he wasn't moving out of earshot of the male. His ears flicked, listening for any reaction from the white male.

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