Wolf RPG - Your whole life you had an attitude

Night timeeeee for @Baron!

The days after her argument with @Holland had led the silvered valkyrie even further than before. Whether or not such defiance of his wants of her was intentional would remain unknown, a possibility she did not give much credence to as she spent her time moving north of her home and angling into the Hinterlands. There was, of course, a small voice that told her to be wary, that reminded her that the Saints lived on this side of the wilderness. It was this voice that she intentionally ignored, forging on ahead despite the risk she knew it brought.

Moon shining bright above her, Keres would carefully pick her way along the wet-slick stones of the river banks, her surroundings a sight to behold. And yet, the beauty of the location was lost on her, her focus turned inwards as she moved almost mechanically. A slave to her own thoughts, the presence of another wolf was also lost to her, not seeing him across across the narrowed neck of the river.

the night was quiet to baron's sensitive ears, silence only broken by the trickle of the river and wind between the trees. the black barbarian's maw was buried in the innards of a trout, lips smacking as he pulled the meat from its frail bones. he pressed his sharp nails against the tail of the fish, holding it down while ivory teeth ripped at the rotting head.

sure, fish was gross. slimy was the only thing baron could think as he grimaced from the taste, his nose wrinkling at the reek of the day old carcass. however, he wasn't going to turn down a free meal to soothe his stomach. being picky was a fool's choice, and baron didn't have any such option. the wilds here were foreign to him, the territory unknown. he'd willingly ignored the scents of wolves just to get to the decomposing fish. whatever. if anyone were to get up their ass over it, he'd fucking deal with it.

wiping the mucus from his muzzle, his eyes glanced up and he stared at the silver wolf across the water walking aimlessly. ugh. squinting his golden gaze, he stood up and instinctually placed himself over the trout. even if they passed without noticing him, he wasn't going to stand idly by and leave himself open for an attack. he grumbled deep from his throat and straightened his thick neck, black fur standing on edge.

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Aimless or not, the growl of another wolf grabbed the woman by her scruff and dragged her from her reverie; hopping to the side and turning to face him in a fluid movement, thick fur fluffed and spiked along her back, her own teeth baring in response to the threat. Only when evergreen eyes settled on his hulking form upon the opposite side of the river did she realize he was not as close as she thought, not as much of an immediate threat as she had expected. Still, the giant wolf was awfully agressive for someone that was across the damn river.

Anger flaring to life, she snorted, breath furling from her nose like a trail of dragon-smoke. Problem? She asked roughly, tail flicking once or twice in irritation. Still, as the woman was not looking for a fight, her lips slipped back down over her teeth again, hackles gradually settling back down along her spine.

if he was younger, her sudden movement would caused him to flinch. however, he held himself steady and statuesque, brows furrowed as he scrutinized her appearance. she looked plenty capable of handling herself, but he wasn't going to start a brawl over measly scraps. he had better fights to save his energy for. he scowled and lowered his tail before turning back to his fish. viscera and flayed fish skin dropped as he picked it up, white meat hanging limply from the pathetic carcass.

"piss off, and let me eat," he said, voice muffled by the food between his jaws. waving his thick tail in dismissal, he harrumphed before turning his back towards the she-wolf. he laid down on the polished stones of the river bank, resuming at grabbing and pulling the meal back into his mouth. turning his head, he looked back at the stranger with a cautious eye and a bit of a snarl on his lips. "i'll fuck off once i'm done, so keep off my back."

His trophy cause a curl of her lip, out of disgust more than anger, the fetid smell wafting closer as he all but waved it around. While she didn't mind fish, it wasn't her favorite meal, less so if it smelled like that. Keres could imagine, however, that with all that size, the bear-like wolf probably had to eat often or risk losing all that musculature.

Judgement aside, she couldn't help the concerned comment, his attitude be damned. Are you really going to eat that? Ears shifted forward, cupping towards him as her nose wiggled, taking in the scents and focusing on them. Unfortunately, with him being across the river, his scent was not terribly strong, and she could not yet parse all the nuances of it yet.

Now that she thought of it, she was hungry too. Do you not know how to fish? She asked, less judgemental this time. Much more neutral.

seriously? she was going to be critical of what he ate? with a stern glare, baron pulled at the fish's tail before chomping it down and gulping. to make his point further, he licked at his chops sloppily, tilting his head like a smart ass.

"it's free chum, and i'm hungry," he said. "turned down some food earlier. if it ruins my morning tomorrow, you can be proud of yourself for being oh-so concerned." he should have taken that meal when he had the chance. still, he didn't dwell on it. picking at the bones despite the foul scent that offended his nostrils, he gnawed before glancing up at the woman.

"no," he replied curtly, ears flattened. though he'd been born along a river, he and his brethren were never trained in the art of catching fish. pops told him those skills were for midgets who could fill up on a fish filet. so he never learned. baron specialized in the hunt of beasts; elk, deer, moose. still, he remained opportunistic as any wolf and was never too proud to scavenge and take easier prey as well. he was, however, too proud to ask for help.