Noctisardor Bypass Passing Through

Fleetscut hummed softly to himself as he trotted along the new territory. He would stop and smell things ever so often trying to find a semblance of where he was. All he knew was he was not in Kansas anymore. Shaking his shoulders he continued on, the sharp sunlight slanting off of his tan overtures and making them gleam. He was ever mindful of all the pack markers or at least other wolves and he did his best to make sure that he steered clear of them. His dad had always taught him to be mindful.

Taking a small little rest he stood about 100 feet from a nearby pack marker, just the start of it and laid down for a moment. He looked out over the landscape and panted happily. He was just enjoying himself for now, he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but he did want to meet as many wolves as he could. Hopefully he wouldn't get any marks on his handsome face.

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Naturally, Shadow was out on patrol once more. Truth to be told, the Roman liked patrolling a lot more than he liked hunting, perhaps it was because he could fight trespassers if someone was foolish enough to ever intrude. Or maybe it was because he could be alone, alone with his thoughts and think clearly for once. He was sounding a bit like Adair now, he wondered where the older wolf had gone. The brown male was always the Galileo of the Bypass, but he was gone and the Bypass did not have a wise elder.

Their numbers were gradually growing, but they still needed more warm bodies, so instead of kicking out trespassers, he would see if they were good material and give them a chance to join, if they wish to. But lately, no one came by the Bypass borders, and the leader was growing worried. Shadow prayed to the gods to send wolves to his pack, they needed more if they were to survive winter and fend off incoming attacks that were hopefully not going to come. Swiftcurrent Creek was hell a lot of trouble.

Pausing in his steps, the regal noticed the scent of a loner, a stranger and began moving in that direction, a curious look in his silver gaze. There, a respectful distance away from the borders, sat a brown wolf. For a moment, he thought it was Adair before realizing it was not. Maybe Shadow could have a chat with this loner, after all it was a rare occasion when he could, usually he was chasing their scrawny asses away. "Hello," he greeted him.

Fleetscut heard some other wolf nearby and he turned his large black and tan head to look at who it was. It was a big fella, not as big as him or near about the same size. He smiled and offered a dip to his muzzle. He didn't move from his position though far to comfortable as it were.

'Ello Dere I'm Fleetscut, jest passin' true. Dis be yer 'omelands I tack et? Fleetscut didn't say much else merely laid down, though he did wag his tail. Tilting his head he waited.

It was beautiful here, so pretty with so many different levels of terrain. Mountains and valleys and rivers and flat lands. He wondered at it, it wasn't usually that he got to notice such a wide variety of landscape as he walked.

He turned his gaze back to study the wolf in front of him. A silver wolf with silver eyes, it was rather dashing in a terrifyingly creepy way. He wasn't sure if the wolf in front of him was benign or malignant. But he wasn't too fussed about it really. The scars on him alone were pretty neat, and slightly scary.

'Ello Dere I'm Fleetscut, jest passin' true. Dis be yer 'omelands I tack et? The dude had a weird way of speaking, but Shadow didn't necessarily mind. With everyone speaking in the same smooth manner, it could get boring and it was nice to have a change once in a while. Noticing Fleetscut was not moving from his position, the Alpha sank down onto his haunches beside the older male, content to let his packmates patrol for now. "Yes, I'm the Praetor of this pack, Noctisardor Bypass." Realizing he might not understand, the Roman added, "Alpha, I'm the Alpha."

Sitting from outside his home and looking from an outsider's view, he realized it was beautiful, especially with the snowy mountains in the background. The north was his home, it always had been, so when he saw this piece of land, close to the mountains Shadow decided this could be his new home. And obviously, it was much prettier than the Creek, with much more prey too. Okay, he might be a bit biased over there, but in all seriousness, the Roman really thought the Bypass was prettier.

"I'm Hadrian, by the way. But most call me Shadow."

FLeetscut could easily argue that the other had a strange accent too. His words were well formed of course, but they held a slight accent on them too. Fleetscut rolled to his side slightly to look at the other better while he sat beside him. Not really caring that some of his belly was showing. He snorted at the words, but not rudely just trying to understand them. Pray...tooor? Well I'll say dat dere es a rite fancy way of sayin', youse a alpha. So cap youse bin leader 'ere long?

'adrian or Shadow. Youse kin call meh Fleet if youse rally feelin' et I 'upose. et's pretty 'ere. W'at's yer pack all about son?He waited calmly his tail swishing behind them and beside them. He was interested in find out all he could. i'm lookin' ta settle doon, but I wanna shop aroun' firs'

The Roman smiled briefly at his attempt to pronounce the Roman name for legion leader, sometimes he took the title of Imperator but on others, he chose Praetor. Truthfully both were well respected titles and he didn't mind either, unless they spoke to him in a truly insubordinate manner. Shadow could tolerate a lot of things, but insubordination was not one of them. Trespassing was also half not one of them too, sometimes he forgave, sometimes he did not. 90% not forgiving, 10% forgiving. Forgiving could meant being taken captive and not forgiving could meant them being dead, not a large difference....right?

"I see," Shadow said softly, a smile forming on his lips. "We hunt, we defend our borders, we live. Isn't that what all packs do?"

Fleet had not heard praetor used in some time by packs. Granted he had heard of them in stories, but that's all they were stories. His grandfather Sun Spark he was awful good at spinning a yarn. Though Fleet was fairly certain the old man was no longer on the mortal plain so to speak.

Fleet chuckled Well Yez I 'pose et is. But dere are also dose dat 'ave deir own beliefs. Some 'old captives, some 'old slaves? Some 'ave numerous wives some love torture. I could go on you know. I am merely curious I guess, find da best fit an' all youse know.

Shadow listened as Fleetscut chuckled and spoke, saying that there were also those who had their own beliefs. Some that kept captives and slaves and there were also wives who loved torture. Pause. Pause. What. The. Fuck? Wives who loved torture was not something he knew about, even being Roman. Females were usually the ones doing the cleaning and doing all the stuff that Roman females did, healing, burying food, hunting. Not torture. Dafuq bro...

"I have never heard about wives who loved torture," he began slowly, "Here in my pack, we sometimes keep captives if they trespass or disrespect. Slaves are rare." he concluded. Ever since Enya disappeared and he talked to Paarthurnax, Shadow decided that slaves were for last resort, if after numerous warnings they still disrespected or did the samething over and over again.

Fleetscut had misspoken, or pronounced something wrong. He hadn't meant wives who loved torture, but truthfully he was gleefully surprised. It was interpreted so very wrongly and he didn't care, he got some sick enjoyment out of it. It was strange, and why not let the other think he was strange. There wasn't anything wrong with a little bit of fun, and besides he didn't really want to try to explain his way of talking. Because that was what it came down to was it not the fact that his accent butchered most words. Oh well.

Fleetscut smiled Well youse knaw. Diffe'ent Strokes fir diffe'ent fokes. Nevah bin aroun' slaves meself, but well I know others dat were. An' innit a capdive da same ding as a slave jest wifout da title? I mean dey usually do yir dirty work yea?