*drops this on your doorstep* This'll be his last thread.
DW had wandered around aimlessly ever since the crash. He had eaten what he could find, which wasn't much, and had somehow managed to avoid not only the wolves in the area, but also the other escapees. They had all run off without him, and he had stayed with the lifeless body, hoping that it would wake up.
But it hadn't.
Now, he was starving, freezing, and suffering from not only some kind of respiratory infection, but also mange. His fur (or what was left of it) was a mess, matted and muddy where it had once been long, tangle-free, and white. Somewhere, deep down, DW knew it wouldn't be much longer. In his hazy state of mind, he had come to this place, walking right in without a second thought. He looked like some kind of goblin at this point, his eyes dull and a limp in his left hind leg.
The second she caught sight of it, her guards were up. Alarmed by the oddness of the appearance, she approached with anxious caution. By the time she had spotted it, it was already limping on into the territory.. and judging by the scent it brought with it, nothing good accompanied this presence. So, it would need to leave.
Ame had heard bits and pieces about strange canines roaming the wilds as of late, but truthfully, she could not tell if this was one or just illness taking its ugly toll. It was nothing like beasts she had ever seen, all matted and limping. She didn't really want to find out any details here and only wanted it gone from her mountain.
She bristled and gathered herself now with a purposeful, ground-covering stride after shaking off the unease to do what had to be done here. Teeth barred, she aimed her path at the creature head on to test it -- would it shirk away? retaliate? continue despite her?
She neared quickly and introduced herself with a low snarl and snapped her jaws for its face, not aiming in particular, but not happy about being so close either.
DW was only vaguely aware of the world around him as he wheezed and wobbled. He did, however, notice the other creature that loomed near, then immediately darted toward him and snapped at his face. He backed down immediately, rolling belly up in an attempt to placate this creature so he might continue on. To where, he did not know. Death Warrant was beyond reasonings at this point, being the simple creature that he was. Where were his people? The two-legged creatures, while not always kind, had always been there. A month without them was devastating.
He showed his throat, no part of him putting up a fight.
Her teeth clicked shut over nothing except thin air, and she drew to a stop with a low hiss, instinctively placated momentarily by the show of submission. But, so close, she saw the full effects of the illness -- the inflamed skin, tangled fur, filth, and strange scent, she wrinkled her muzzle into a full-on grimace.
This looked like a mess here with neck all exposed to her. Worthless, and probably not even able to recover at this point. His eyes were empty -- dead already, perhaps. The rest of him didn't look to be far behind. She loosed another snarl and swept into his space, dangerously close and all while posturing aggressively.
He had a few seconds to take her hint and leave this place.. if he even possessed the ability to stagger and stumble his sorry self away. While she didn't even want to touch the mangy beast, if he didn't leave, it would have to be eradicated. And a natural death was coming, but maybe not quickly enough to suit her. Her teeth would be aimed for the throat he so generously offered.
If success was hers, she would alert the pack shortly afterward, and deal with it accordingly.