Wolf RPG

Their journey had taken them to the top of yet another mountain. Another cold damned mountain that didn't have any Bison. And Rakharo was furious.He had never felt so frusttrated before, not even the other thousand times he had crossed mountains since his departure from Rhaesh Dahaan, but this time it was different. He wasn't being followed only by his brother and Zhavvi and a couple slaves, no, he had now a Khalas behind him that was asking for a good grass sea to call home, and he wasn't giving them that.

Down the mountains was a narrow forest. Rakharo saw the mountains across it, and he wanted to get to the top of that one as well. The difference from the last times he had been at mountains was that this time he felt something calling him from the other side of that bloody rock wall, and he had a feeling it wasn't a bird's whistle. He had to see what was on the other side, and he would take his entire Khalas with him, but for now, he needed first cross the forest. It was midday and the blood in his veins was pumping hard.

Ryker oddly found himself back in the mountains. Perhaps he liked the area more than he thought he did. He had to admit the vantage point up here was perfect. Allowed him to see far. He could even see the ocean from here. He pushed his way up the mountain. He was too focused on where his feet were placed to notice there was a wolf in front of him.

He bumped into the wolf and his head shot up. Shoot "Erm, I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," he said head low. Way to make an entrance genius The feeling of embarrassment sat in the pit of his stomach. His nerves were also there causing his stomach to feel like it was doing back flips.

Suddenly, Rakharo's thoughts were interrupted by a bump from behind that almost made him lose his balance. Another wolf had crashed onto him like he was some kind of dumb blind mutt, and Rakharo was not pleased at all by the whole situation, and the little understanding he had of the common tongue were a barrier that made the other's apologies unuseful. Not like they would have been of much help either.

Rakhro, pissed off greatly by the event, turned around and stared down at the grey specimen that had interrupted his walk, but most importantly, violated his personal space. His eyes were fire, burning hot in anger, it was evident. But what was most disconcerting was the calmness that expressed the rest of his body. His tail held high and his muscles relaxed like nothing of it had ever happened, but his eyes, mad, fire within, would make any wolf fall beneath him with that stare. It would not have been intelligent for the stranger to not submit to the golden Khal, but instead he chose to leave the scene before Rakharo took any aggression towards him.