Wolf RPG

He had spent a good portion of his day wadding in the river's waters and catching whatever he could. One fish, in particular, was his best catch, it was large and meaty, easily could feed at least three wolves, or more if they were smaller wolves like under a year's age if they weren't starving. Dripping wet, he came back to the hoard of which he was building, a pile of fish to dig and hide for later use should anyone get hungry with no fresh prey to catch. He was proud of his work this day and when a stranger was seen carrying off his biggest prize...

The painted knight jumped into action. The medium trout dropped to the ground in a wet slap as he ran off, quickly toward the dark stranger with a growl ripping through his chest. He knew times were tough, it wasn't a famine like earlier this year... but still, winter was the beginning of the end for most who were unprepared. If this one had not trespassed, he would have happily tossed her a fish. But this was unacceptable. 

Drop the fish and leave. This is your first and only warning. As Hiero always did, he offered a warning first. Tail lashing behind him with hackles slowly rising, time was ticking for this midnight woman, for her decision to be made. He could only hope she would do as he asked - maybe if they talked it out, he would be more open to show her how to fish and feed herself rather than just give her a meal to last one day.

Another day, another patrol.
 
Aliana ran a tongue over her lips while she patrols the borders of Kaistleoki. She strolled along with it at a lazy pace but her eyes kept their careful gaze on the border and over the horizon. She kept an eye out for any bear-shaped figures or coyotes looking for an easy meal. The last thing she wanted was for another coyote culling if she can help it.
 
So imagine the shock that it wasn’t a coyote that crossed the borders this time...but a wolf. Her hackles bristled with a wave of rising anger, similar to the She-wolf in the Plains, a line has been crossed. Figuratively and Literally. Aliana moves swiftly, charging through the Forest, following after the scent of the Stranger wolf until she came to the sight of the Constable confronting the trespasser, watching them talk for a moment before the She-wolf bolts for it.
With a snarl, she pivots and rushes in to intercept, fangs bared, hackles bristled. She knows they were to give the trespasser a chance to turn and leave, but she was itching to sink her fangs into this Invader. How dare she come onto their land, take their food! A meal that won’t even last her a week! The She-wolf was either really desperate or really dumb.
 
Aliana did her best to come in an angle in which the black She-wolf wouldn’t see her coming as most likely she’d be focused on Heiro to notice her coming in. She sought to barrel into She-wolf, tackling her into the ground, pin her with fangs seeking perch on the nape of her neck.

He didn't expect shit to hit the fan right off the bat, but hey! He was here for it. Dorian was doing a little walking and happened upon the scene. He saw Hiero, and a woman he didn't know - and another woman he didn't know. The Constable was snarling at the black coated one to drop the fish. Then the brown lady attacked. An audible gasp came from the coywolf as he, too, rushed.

What was it? What was this? Was he gonna do the right thing? For his pack, yeah. For the loner, no. Kaistleoki was a good pack full of good wolves. If only the vagabond had come to ask instead of take. Dorian held hope the woman would have made it out in one piece, if so! "Heya, Hiero" was what he chose to say first as he passed his new friend.

A wink and a grin before he circled the lone wolf, trying to grab her back leg. He knew he wasn't a great fighter so he kept to the back of her for the least possible injury.

Yes. He almost sounded like he was humored by her, light and jokingly in tone despite his less than impressed scowl. He took a threatening step forward, the last final warning he would issue should she refuse his verbal one - and someone else came barging in to finish his threat for him. Aliana came rushing in, barely giving the woman time to think about her decision. No time to think now, Aliana was in and so was the painted knight! As she ran, they pursued.

Dorian was the second to arrive, calling out a greeting to the Constable to which he could only smile to see him arrive so quickly. Finally Ira too, of course she would. They were all on the stranger and her stolen prize, and as her attention turned to Ira who was right in her face, Hiero made the move to bark and growl, snarl and foam to be the loudest distraction he could to take her attention away from Ira's face. 

Attempting to push and shove the ebony woman, he snapped and bit at whatever just to be the center of her attention. If anyone was going to get hurt here, it would be him. He would make damn well certain of that.

The ire of Kaistleoki beset the intruder with little mercy; karma has come in the form of several fangs that were now digging themselves into She-wolf. Aliana saw the shocked look on the She-wolf’s face when she practically leaped out of nowhere, and it was utterly priceless. She probably wasn't accounting that the Pack would be home to such large wolves like Ira and herself. She could only imagine what was going through her head right now. 
 
Fear? Panic? Anger?

Didn’t matter. Not at this moment. As hungry as she could be, she should have known. So punishment must be dealt and a lesson must be taught. 

After watching a bit, the she-wolf began to lash out, fangs scoring Ira’s muzzle. Anger sparking up again, and Aliana quickly leaped into the fray with a snarl, fangs bared. She sunk them into the She-wolf’s flank, pulling and shaking her head roughly. She tore the skin and dug into the flesh, blood danced on her tongue. Not a terrible wound but one that would hurt and leave a scar. A reminder to seek permission before taking something that’s not hers. A reminder that next time if she did this again with another pack, she might not just leave with a few painful wounds.

Strength of the pack aside, he felt a bit bad. Dorian knew how it was to feel hungry and desperate. He had been a vagabond for some time before this pack took him in. He also knew that winter made wolves do things they wouldn't, and he hoped for the loner's sake she would learn her lesson. Quickly.

He sank his teeth into her tail, more or less a pathetic nibble compared to the rest of the assault. He didn't want to hurt her much - and it showed in his own actions. He hoped the others wouldn't hold it against him, but he could play it off as being an inexperienced fighter. So he hoped.

The poor woman was surrounded, everyone taking their part of her. Ira even called for her to leave. The woman had her chance, and though Kaistleoki were a kind bunch, they had proven themselves once before with trespassers on how unwelcoming they can be when necessary. If the girl didn't turn to leave now, he feared for her health - but, what else were they to do? If she was too prideful to save her skin, there was little any of them could do other than act upon their rights as beasts to protect their lands. Keeping to her front, the Constable tried to keep her attention on him. Snapping and growling to her face, cheek, ears, anything to stop her from biting anyone else.

The stranger kicked at her in an attempt to get her to let go. Though the effort barely dissuaded her. They seemingly bounced off of the thick guard hairs that were backed by powerful muscles molded, tested, and strengthened by years of ordeals.  A measly kick will do nothing but surprisingly Aliana did let go. A bleeding wound was left in her wake as her jaws went to seek another place grab.
 
This was what she wanted to do in the first place with the trespasser, unfortunately, slipping by her. Aliana roughly grabbed the trespasser by the nape, a little too roughly as she felt and tasted more hot blood well up. Aliana ignored it while she raised a forepaw and placed it down on the She-wolf’s back. Together with her weight and strength, she pressed down in an effort to get the She-wolf down onto the ground. That’s all she wanted out of her; to lay down and submit. She would bite harder if the She-wolf were to struggle. 
Aliana did all of this trying to keep in mind that this was some young wolf, a yearling who was a few months old. But still, a yearling who should have known better.

The trespasser told them to let her go. Dorian subconsciously let go of her tail, fearing he'd be labelled a coward. He just didn't feel right about this. She asked them to stop and they kept going at her. He backed away, not daring to look at Hiero. He told the guy he wasn't a fighter - but he had tried. For his new friend. For the pack that Hiero cared about.

Shit, I'm sorry he wanted to say to the yearling. He wanted to say sorry to Hiero, to Ira, to the other woman that came to assist. He knew that no amount of thanking would ever make the trespasser believe he meant it. Dorian had clamped down on her tail. He had done the deed of violence. It was hard to believe what he felt right now.

The woman demanded to let go and everyone else seemed to step back. The Constable kept close enough to her, threatening with silence and a glare that should she make the wrong move, he was more than happy to end her right here and now. With hackles still risen, I'll walk you to the borders, move. His voice was stern, unmoving in its decision. There was no room to talk herself out of this now.

At least with his escorting, she wouldn't be attacked by anyone else who didn't already know she was here. Not to mention, he could stop her from doing any more damage by not being watched carefully... He'd walk with her, as slow as needed due to her injuries - but he wouldn't let her rest until she was long gone... and he'd wait at the borders too until she was out of his sight, as long as necessary. 

[last from me! <3]

 
Aliana glanced at Ira the moment her name was called and stepped off of the She-wolf. Her head low, ears curled back slightly as she felt that she may have gone a bit overboard. She left that up to Count’s opinion; she felt she did what she must to end the fight.
She stood back as Ira berated the She-wolf with professionalism to it, it was a lesson to learn, wounds to lick off.   The She-wolf looked back at them with a glare sharply,  a wrathful fire burning behind them. Aliana only snorts, glaring back but it was with a mixture of the same disappointment from before. As a She-wolf that had been raised in a very territorial pack, there was little pity from her. The only pity was that she was young and most likely didn’t know any better or was just foolish in general. The black She-wolf said nothing, silent while Heiro escorted her off their lands.
 
Aliana let out a sigh, licking some of the blood off her lips before looking around. Once again Orlaith was nowhere to be seen. She hadn’t seen her patrolling of late and you’d think she’d be here to chase off the intruder. In fact, she hadn’t seen her for a while but there was no real confirmation that she had left or anything. To Aliana felt like she had been ghosting around Kaistleoki; being there but not physically. Curiosity itched at her but not enough to start seeking out answers just yet. 
For now, she stayed with the small group till the Tresspesser was gone from sight before peeling off to go wash herself off. Today was a hectic day...

With the fight done and over with, Dorian saw little reason to remain. He gave a nod to the others gathered before marching off. He'd been lucky, honestly. No wounds. No blood. Just sharp pains of guilt settling in. The trespasser was escorted by Hiero, and the others were leaving.

So no talking? Okay then. Shuffling backwards until he made sure it was okay to leave, he'd turn on the spot and go further into the territory. His first real taste of battle left him feeling... weird. If it was just one on one, he'd feel less bad. If it was two against one, sure. But almost the whole pack?

Not enough to make him leave - oh no - but enough to make him feel bad. But he understood the need to protect borders. He didn't blame his pack mates at all.