Hideaway Strath I'll eat you alive [[!!!INTRUDERS!!!]]

INTRUDER ALERT! BAND OF 5 NPC LONE WOLVES!

Sunrise was still an hour or two away. The sky was barely becoming a lighter blue as the morning hours drew on. 
It was in these hours that a band of five wolves found their way into the valley, despite the macabre warning signs strewn about the outer reaches of the Gates, where all outsiders could see what might lie ahead for them. 

All five wolves looked somewhat malnourished and on the thinner side. Not like a band of five wolves weren't capable of taking down larger game. Perhaps they were more keen on stealing food from those that worked for it, hunted it themselves...

Whatever the case was, the five loners drew further in, sniffing, pawing into the ground in search of easy pickings. 
Finding a decent sized cache, they tore in, eating what they could get in their mouths and fighting with each other for everything else available in their current loot. 

What these five thieves may not have considered, however, is that their scents, and their bickering, would most definitely draw attention... 

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Nyra was originally asleep, curled up with @Lotus in the den. Her eyes snapped open the second she smelled things that didn't belong. And heard distantly the sound of snaps and snarls. 

"Stay here." She would say to Lotus if the child woke at her mother's rise. Then in brisk fashion, the Empress would sprint in the direction of these foreign scents, stopping within the thicker trees long enough to let loose a thundersome howl, both a battle cry and an alarm bell. A call for all the Saints. 
Then she regained her speed, aiming true and with fangs bared dangerously as she collided like a freight train with the first trespassing loner she saw within the mix.

Derg, restless as ever, lay at the den entrance, watching the stars through the trees.
Only just behind him, Arlette and their children slept in a big warm bundle.
Snarls and yips could be heard in the distance - the other side of the territory to Derg. He wasn't bothered about coyotes or foxes trying their luck, a patrol would get them out.
Yet when Nyra's howl shuddered the trees, he was up instantly.
Derg looked back at his family, "Stay," he softly commanded so if they didn't wake to the call they wouldn't be woken then.

He took off through the trees, following familiar paths to reach the Titaness' call.
Loners, five, all weak and disorganised. 
He approached, trying to pick his target as Nyra barreled in. He chose one, launched at it just as it had too locked onto him.
He sought to grip its throat but the attack was cut short with a counter-attack to his scruff.
Derg wrenched away, snarling and circling, waiting to make the next move, blood already coating his tongue. This would be quick. He kept his eyes worrying over the other assailants, ensuring he wasn't going to get 2v1.

Health
Derg - 17/20
NPC - 14/20

He lifted his head and stared into the night, He white ears keen looking for the noise that had pulled him from slumber, His eyes shifted toward his wife and daughter, and was torn should he leave or would be be needed here to protect them?

His Pale Angel could hold her own as protect their pup, he was needed to protect the pack lands, he’d keep the intruders from getting this far in. He rumbled softly “Aerin My Love, I’ll return soon” His muzzle touched his daughter’s sleeping form and he drew in the mix of their scents deep into his lungs then moved out of their den and toward the call.

He moved smoothly and at a constant speed not faltering nor wasting any extra energy, he’d need it all soon by the sounds of it. He came upon the sounds of snarls he did not lunge into any greater speed he was already moving as a brisk jog his large tummy swinging. Without breaking stride he bowled into the disorganized bunch and then threw his considerable bulk at a mangy wolf aiming for the back of it’s neck as it had it’s attention on Derg. He needed to taste blood, these wolves would pay for coming into a territory that was not theirs and endangering the pack young with their very presence.

The black form moved along the edge of the territory marking border’s and patrolling. She caught scent of strangers and the scent went deeper into the pack lands. Black lips lifted to bare gleaming white teeth no one would dare defile her pack lands. She followed the scent and within moments the sound of Nyra’s battle cry made her lunge forward her own battle cry echoing the white warriors.

She moved like a wraith through the woods, following the exact path they strangers had taken and was soon upon a battle scene. She saw Derg and Nyra and the medic Vein they could use more pack members but they should be able to handle these vagabonds.

Maw wide Whrist leapt upon the nearest unengaged wolf; grabbing any flesh she could and started thrashing her head using her healthy weight to her advantage. Rending any flesh she could get her teeth into

Short post on my end, but others are still welcome to join in!

 


The rogue gang yipped and snarled as the Saints descended upon them like hell from below ground.
Nyra's target may as well have shattered on impact like glass, but he didn't do so with clear signs.
Except the dull crack of bone under pressure, perhaps. 

Maybe it was an incorrectly healed injury hit, but the target of Nyra dropped with panic and heaved like he couldn't breathe. Because he couldn't. 

Knowing he would suffocate to death after a brief moment of slicing and rending his face open, Nyra whirled and snapped teeth for one of the other intruders. 

Perhaps she'd help Derg, or Whrist, even Vein. there were four Saints here now, and presently only four real targets for the hellish wrath that was the Strath wolves.

GET OUT 

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Wrapping this up and archiving with some minor pp! Thank you everyone who participated!

 

The intruding mutts seemed keen on getting out now. Seeing their one groupling die from being hit so hard, after much desperate fighting from the Saintswolves, the last four loners ripped free and bailed out, yipping and limping out of the land.
Nyra huffed, shaking her pelt out with a grateful look to each packmate who arrived before they all went back to their own duties. Nyra checked on her daughter first, then went to make sure all the intruding wolves were gone.