Wolf RPG

As the days wore on, Twister found himself scouting ahead solo more and more. Whether this meant that their ranks were thinning (which they probably were) or his actions were pushing him to be so solitary, he couldn't have said. But for the last few days, he had been watching as a smaller, almost ragtag group had started their claim on the slopes of a mountain. His pride still demolished from their last foray into the territory of the wolves, he had found a new emotion that he had never grappled with: desperation. He was hungry, he was angry; the list went on disdainfully.

Boldly and on short notice, he had decided they were going to rain on the parade that was happening on the mountainside before him. The malinois threw his head back and called for some of the others, not caring who came and who didn't. If none of them came, then he would have at the spoils he believed to be within. And if they all came, well, they'd have themselves a mountain.

Despite having had a couple of successful catches, the food that Sweet Tooth had found alone had not been enough to satisfy her. At least it had kept her alive this long, but more and more she had considered theft an option.

When Twister's call sounded within range, the intention clear, she made her decision. She would try.

Whether it was belief in the fortune of good timing or pure desperation that led her, she did not know. But she was quick. If the situation turned sour, perhaps she could outrun the guardians of whatever they were seeking to take. Those slower would be left to handle any pursuit.

Or perhaps, while they were busy fighting, she could slip in to steal some food.

Liking this idea better, she approach Twister's location, but hung back and out of sight, hoping to see what progressed before truly joining in. She was ever calculating, ever obsessed with keeping herself out of harm. Even if it meant throwing the rest, literally, to the wolves.

He was in the middle of investigating a very interesting plant that grew on the side of the mountain when a call went up. He stiffened and listened carefully, trying to figure out who - what - was making that noise. His mind raced through the rumours that he had heard the Redhawk Caldera about things that wanted to be wolves attacking actual wolf packs.

This was the wrong time, the pack wasn't quite stable enough to deal with the loss of life. He would never say that they had wolves to spare but right now, with Raissa's bombshell that she may be in heat any day, it was downright terrifying.

With a start, FitzDutiful began to rush to the site, howling for any and all pack mates to join him. The more of them that were there and the bigger of a threat they would look to pose, the more chance that these... mutts, would leave them alone.

Arriving on the scene he watched the dog outside, assessing the danger about to happen to his pack.

Somehow, despite her indescretion against the lone dog on that previous day (however long ago it was - she couldn't tell), the collective had welcomed her. Perhaps it was the bond of the lost and desperate, the bond between all dogs, which allowed them to ignore the attack upon Dogmeat; that, or they did not know of it. It was entirely possible that these creatures were unaffiliated. Szechuan had no way of really knowing, and she would not - did not - question things when she came upon the rabble travelling together. She fell in line (far at the back mind you, silent and stressed from her wounds) and behind them, she marched.

But somehow, she drifted from them again. As the plains gave way to mountainous terrain, to strange sounds and smells (some thick and familiar, but not familiar at the same time), Szechuan became wary. Her route was uneven as it traced its way up the side - until she came to an abrupt halt, spotting a dark silhouette in time to see the dog toss back its head. The sound of the call hearkened to something deep within her. She chose not to hide herself now - seeking out the shepherd without a sound.

While she moved, something else did, and Szech froze. She thought briefly that the willow-thin figure was a deer; the sight of it made some remnant of her wild side awaken, her ears tilting forward and an expectant, hungry look crossed in to her good eye. But the creature moved more like a dog than a deer, slinking along curiously, and Szechuan re-evaluated. There was little time, though. A second call rose up and this time, Szechuan's urge to run (either towards danger or away) was ignited. It wasn't like the shepherd's call. It was deeper, stronger, more wild, just the kind of thing Szechuan was hunting.

She bayed a deep sound from her own muzzle, either as a taunt to that call or to alert the others that she was there, and ready. Then she resumed her march - heading for the shepherd in earnest, to accept his invitation to the raid. Whether they were successful or not, they were in for one hell of a fight - and even the burn of her torn cheek and ruined face could not dissuade her from this.

Tempest heard the first call, alien and warning. Her ears twisted flat against her skull, and she whirled, trying desperately to pinpoint from where the threatening call had come from. Fitz howled out soon after, rallying his pack around him. Before rushing to him, Tempest leaned back her muzzle and let out her own call, one that threatened any creature that harmed her pack with death. Her normally happy gaze flickered a deadly, angry look, and she rushed toward Fitz.

As she loped through the white, an instinct ignited within her. "Fight," it whispered"Protect.". As she loped quickly toward Fitz, another baying howl/bark rent the air. Something was on their territory, something she had not seen before. Instead of worrying her, it only made her angrier. She materialized at Fitz's side, staring up at the figure, only to see another join it. Her eyes narrowed, and a feral, low growl escaped her.

A chilling howl split the air. It wasn't the tone of the howl that was chilling, it was the fact that it wasn't made by a wolf. And it was near by. With her body ticking closer and closer to plunging into heat, she instantly felt her blood boil at the fact that some animal thought it could just march right into their territory and howl without being ripped to shreds. A snarl curled onto her face as she heard Fitz's voice ring loud and clear through the air as well.

She sprinted as fast as she could to the place of the crime, her hackles raised and her eyes wild with fire. When she got there she saw three wolf like creatures along with Fitz and Tempest. She rushed to her pack mates sides, waiting to see the outcome of this threat.

A devilish howl filled the air circling around Bindi, tormenting her. Something or someone was trying to enter the territory. It was then she heard Fitz howl, calling for his pack, and the midnight wolfess took off toward her alpha. She didn't bother to stop running and let out her own howl, telling whatever was trying to invade to fuck off.

When arriving at the scene she saw wolf like creatures, that were ugly, lacked strength, and an insult to canines, a true monster before her eyes. She joined beside her packmates that were at the scene, Fitz, Tempest, and Raissa. Letting a snarl escape her mouth, clearly showing she did not want these canines here. Bindi raised her tail over her head, and raised her chest to make herself look bigger. Now she waits for commands, or for these pathetic creatures to attack, but either way she was not leaving this mountain.

Copper was going after some small game, when a foreign howl filled the air, followed by Fitz's call to duty. Copper bounded down the newly made path, pushing himself to the limit in order to get there in time. No one was going to take the Infamous mountain protectors' homeland. What legendary beast would he be then, cold, near death, stranded on a mountain without a reliable source of food or a home? Copper arrived on the scene, a bit late, but still with energy to spare.

Copper skidded to a stop next to his packmates, ready for anything.
"What's the situation.?" Copper said, not expecting an answer, but open to one, wherever it came from. Copper had stuck to hunting food that ran away. Food that fought back though..
Copper was dissapointed to see that they were similar species to wolves. A bunch of wannabes. Aliens.
Trespassers.

Roadkill wasn't one much for group effort. She'd travelled quite a ways to get here in the past few days, and her paws were weary. Really, all Roadkill wanted was to settle down in front of a fireplace and fall asleep as it popped and crackled, reminding her of the arena. Well, that wasn't gonna happen, so she may as bloody well try to survive in this damned place in some other way. So when the howl came, she decided to follow.

She didn't recognise the other dogs when she came upon them, didn't know if they'd been in the same place in the lab or what. But she knew that the wolves she'd met so far hadn't been much of a joy, so she may as well pick the dog side in all of that. If she had a choice, Roadkill wouldn't have picked sides at all, but she needed a place to rest in safety and some food. Seemed survival was a better choice 'n being stubborn, in the light of her situation here.

By the time she got there, Roadkill saw a good amount of dogs and wolves both. She wasn't as big as the rest of the lot, but she was beefy and not only was she bred to hunt, she was trained to kill. Roadkill licked her scarred lips and shook her head, her single floppy ear making a flapping sound as she did, before looking upon the wolves.

The wolves came out to greet him faster than the turn up of his comrades. A sneer perched itself across his scarred muzzle as the larger beasts came to investigate, but Twister was keen to make good on the fact that he stood outside of their proverbial front door. He had learned from their mistakes at the other mountain pack.

In the end, the dogs were once again outnumbered for the time being. Things were a bit more even in his thoughts though, because he hoped this forming pack was disorganized. He hoped they were lame, weakened from their efforts. The malinois did not know what it took to make a pack, but he knew of the tribulations and trials their ragtag team had already been through.

"Stare them down," he spoke firmly. He had no real authority over the mish-mash of canines, but he tried to sound like it anyway. He wanted to draw those wolves out across their petty line, and offered them a harsh, guttural growl from the depths of his battered body. If one of his compatriots went off like a loose cannon, they'd have no option but to attack. But he wanted time — time enough to find which of them was lamest. Forget taking a leader, he wanted to inflict a little mayhem.

Sweet tooth slunk closer, taking a count and still attempting to remain out of view. The dogs were outnumbered, and that made her decision easy. She would not join the fray.

As soon as battle was joined, however, she would set her own plan in motion. And hopefully she would do so undetected. Her kind were well suited to taking down creatures without fangs of their own, her jaws strong but her girth unimpressive. Perhaps if she could ensure catching the throat of one of the wolven kind, the tale would be different, but risk outweighs benefit. She wasn't sure the others would be so successful with the rest of the wild creatures.

One by one, dog and wolf rose up to form ranks; the wolves seemed uneasy, while the dogs were far less emotional about the oncoming conflict. They were simple - she was simple - so too would be their prize. If Szechuan died this day while ensuring that someone did live, it would be worth it.

The shepherd was the only one who spoke, and to the milling dogs he gave a simple order. Szechuan obeyed, but only after a quick look around at her companions, these hungry and desperate hounds that had endured so much already. She set her good eye upon one of the first to arrive - a pale beast (Tempest) - and squared herself off so that one of the other dogs was near to her injured, blinded right. Szech was at a disadvantage because of her oncoming blindness, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be a threat.

She could fight - she would fight, for her life and for the others.

The dogs were badly wounded, and seemingly mad. Which also meant they were probably desperate. Tempest knew what desperate creatures would do, regardless of species. She took a small, involuntary step back, worried. These dogs looked ready to kill, and nothing would stop them from their intent. that was bad for the new pack. Very.

The misty girl detested fighting, but for her new pack, she would. So she pushed her fears aside and looked up at the dogs, searching for a target. Seemingly, these dogs would not be scared away.

The world was so big, yet so small. Minion had managed to avoid any other encounters besides the one after the crash. But, the distant howls caught his attention and prompted the socially awkward dog to investigate. Howls equaled dogs, and while Minion wanted nothing to do with them, his curiosity got the better of him.

He arrived on the scene just in time to hear the words, "Stare them down." There was also another group that seemed to also be dogs. They smelled slightly different, but the difference in appearance went unnoticed; dogs came in all shapes and sizes. There was also the one dog he had encountered before. She was cast aside as soon as his gaze passed her.

It seemed as if a battle were about to take place. Since others were so unwilling to kill him, maybe he could get killed in the battle? If no one killed him then, the least he could do was save some other dog from this terrible life. Thus, he planted himself among the dogs as he glared at the other dog-like creatures.

The dappled thing seemed to be their leader as he commanded that they stared the wolves down. FitzDutiful was pleased that his entire pack had turned out, they would not back down from their new home. Tempest took a shaky step back but held her ground and another dog arrived on the scene. How the hell was he supposed to handle this. The last thing FitzDutiful wanted was a fight, he couldn't - wouldn't - risk his pack members.

Taking a step forward he fixed he sights on their leader, Twister. "What do you want?" he asked. If it was just food then surely they could do something about that, if it was their home then that was another matter all together. As the situation seemed to worsen, he briefly wondered if any other pack wolves were in the area and if they would even defend such a new pack or if they would see Silvertip Mountain as cannon fodder to save their own skins.

One of the wolves — their leader, he presumed — stepped forward and asked what it was that they wanted. A scarred smirk split across his ruddy face, because that question came so unexpectedly. Perhaps a lot of things could have been avoided if they had simply done this before, but Twister doubted that their kindness went far. Still, it was an opportunity that he could not help but seize. It was not for himself, but for all of them.

"Give us food and we'll leave you alone," he said, licking at his chops. He allowed a moment for his demand to sink in. "If you refuse or try and trick us, you will find that there are more of us gathered in these woods than you." His words were confident and pointed; unspoken between the lines was the notion that he was not bluffing. Though it were just as unlikely that the full breadth of his companions were not at all close by, there was little doubt in his mind that they would come if a fight erupted. There were always scavengers.

She watched as yet another wolf like creature joined on the enemy side. Bindi watched as Tempest took a step back, and the midnight wolfess felt both sad and angry. She knew it was scary to face these creatures, but right now the wolves could not spare to show any weakness. When Fitz took a step up Bindi waited for him to speak, and listened as the pale male asked what the creatures wanted. When one of the canine's answered Fitz, Bindi was sure he was the leader.

It was when the canine spoke about wanting food, that Bindi too took a step forward, and she let out a snarl. She had worked extremely hard to get that food, and she was not about to just give it away to some low life wannabes. However if giving away her meal meant saving a packmate then she wouldn't even hesitate about giving away the food.

At the call, Dark Tooth was overjoyed. His true self, the one before the drugs and tests, was coming back in spurts, and today was one of the days when he was him. He loped quickly toward the howl, and soon was beside the one who had sent it, a leader, he presumed. His eyes narrowed with hate when he saw the wolves, and from his maw he issued a growl, low and warning. He was Dark Tooth. He would kill.

At the leaders words, Dark Tooth grinned. This was a hold up, a robbery of sorts. He would eagerly jump into the fray, and hoped that a fight would ensure. He looked toward the wolf leader, or at least who he presumed it to be. He smiled, a smile full of malice and hate. "Surely" he drawled in a very Snape-like voice "You wouldn't want all of your cute little friends killed, would you? Are you willing to risk their puny lives for some stringy flesh, wolf?"

The threats were coming thick and fast. The wolf dog things wanted food and it looked as though nothing was going to sway them. FitzDutiful wondered if it was possible for them to win in a fight but it was a very, very slim chance. If any chance. It was food they wanted, but they barely had enough food available. FitzDutiful thought quickly and fast.

"Bindi," he barked, deciding on a course of action. "Go to the cache south of here and uncover what is there." It had been one of the very first caches that had been made at Silvertip Mountain. It was technically slightly outside of their borders. If they wanted food explicitly from them, he'd give them that. "There's a herd in the woods." he said, nodding his head to the Neverwinter Forest that was in the distance. "We won't hunt it and leave the forest to you, if you agree to leave the mountain to us. The cache that Bindi will be giving you is on the way to that forest."

Although he didn't show it, FitzDutiful was desperate for this confrontation to be over. He needed his pack to be safe.

The hound was fully intending to avoid a fight, dart in while they were distracted, then hightail it once more. However, it seemed the dogs would be given a meal without a fight, and so she came forward, joining her fellows. Her nerves were still on edge for flight should the situation turn sour, but her true priority here was her stomach.

Hopefully her fellow dogs would feel the same and not push the encounter. Why fight for what is freely given? She wasn't above charity in any sense of the word and would gladly snatch up whatever handouts she could. As soon as she could, however, she was heading out of these cursed wilds and back to the nearest concrete jungle. Humans were so much easier to steal from than these wild brothers.

They were at a stand-still until the leader of the wild dogs - the big white creature - spoke to them. His words addressed the group, but mostly were for Twister's ears; Szechuan was disinterested. She wanted to charge in and start something, but at the same time, couldn't do that. Such action would be detrimental to them all. And if these beasts were willing to give up precious food in the winter time, the opportunity could not go to waste. Still, Szechuan let a rumble loose from her throat, a brief sound of raucous frustration, and side-eyed Twister. If she had her way, the mottled dog would not give in to these easy terms. A fight could still be had.

No.

They couldn't take their food, not when the pack was so small, no new. Narrowed eyes stared daggers at the invaders, wishing them dead. A suddenthought struk her and she inched closer to Fitz, eyes on the dogs.

"Fitz, we can't let them win, mat least not with no fresh scars. If they walk away today, they'll just come back, with more of them and confident that they got away with it before. We need to send them a clear message that we are not to be messed with."

Her eyes stayed on the dogs, stance hyper aggressive and eyes portraying nothing but hate toward the fucking creatures.

Watching all of the pathetic wolf like creatures Bindi heard Fitz once again speak, but this time he was addressing her. His words angered her, but she knew losing some food was better than losing a life. She continued to listen as Fitz spoke of the herd in the forest and Bindi let out a snort. She was sure these strange and insulting canines couldn't even hunt a rabbit, that was the exact reason why the were at Silvertip boarders threatening for food, because they are worthless and have no experience.

The midnight wolfess didn't want to leave her pack, a fight could break out and even with her there the pack was still outnumbered. However if she didn't leave a fight could began and blood would be shed. It was then someone spoke, Tempest, the one voice the midnight wolfess was not expecting to hear. The silver female had a point, but they could not risk a fight today, perhaps in the future, but not today.

"We can't risk it Tempest, no blood needs to be shed today" she said looking at both the silver female and Fitz. Turning to face the creatures she spoke once more, "I suggest you take the food we give you and don't come back, because if I see any one of you, I will make you beg for death" she hissed with a smirk on her face. She looked at Fitz waiting to see if he changed his mind, or if she should still uncover the cache.

Neither Tempest nor Bindi seemed particularly pleased with his decision. FitzDutiful wasn't pleased either but it was better than nothing. Any other time they would be up for a fight but their pack was so new, and their ties so frail, that their health would not be worthwhile. The leader had yet to say anything.

Hoping to avoid the fight, Fitz just nodded to Bindi that he wanted her to go to the cache. He was worried that she would be attacked but he had faith that she could protect herself. She may be new but she was very capable and if all the dogs went to follow her then the wolves would follow them. Never taking his eyes off the leader, Fitz noticed the hound that seemed eager to be gone and the mottled one that appeared to be eager for a fight.

Any day but today. It was too soon. No fight if FitzDutiful had his way.

Roadkill stood by and watched as the dog who had called them there, a sheppherd, asked for their demands. Truthfully, considering the wolves she'd met so far, Roadkill didn't really think that the wolves would give up their food, but she decided that it was worth a shot.

When one of the wolves said that they could hunt in a forest where there was a herd, Roadkill turned to look at the sheppherd that had spoken before. The wolves seemed to disagree a bit on whether or not to give the food away, but it did not interest Roadkill. She was only interested to hear if the dog that had called them here would accept the offer, and if he would lead them in a hunt for the promised herd.