Redtail Rise and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside

@Avicus @Darkclaw <3

He led the man a bit deeper into their claim, away from the borders for the moment. It would be best to have any discussions here away from other lurkers. Although admittedly he would have been happy to be out there, keen to give more chase or keep up with the borders. Anything to solidify their claim further — perhaps Augur could do that for them too.

He needed to simmer his high hopes and await for the approval from their true leader. He may have been fight leader, but his word was not final say.

He would posture in a way before the man that implied he ought to stay on his best behavior before he relaxed some, head tipped back to let out a summoning sound for Avi.

A gift had been brought.

darkclaw followed the man inside the claim he had smelled before.

there was a scent of a woman everywhere. he noted she was not in heat and seemed young.

but these things were not for him to wonder at. he kept himself at the stranger's flank, taking the message and keeping his tail curled as they waited.

Prophet is large, but the man he leads is a bona fide behemoth, hulking and pale next to the brown-hued man. she gives him a nod of approval—he'd not attended the first pack summons, where she'd commanded Tulimaq to find others, and yet her Berserkr has heeded the call.

then she turns to the newcomer, brow lifting in inquiry. you are? she asks briefly, eyes flashing between the two as she wonders who will speak first.

he's the kind of wolf that will fit in well here, if his skill matches his frame.

He does not speak. I call him Augur for now. Prophet grunted as he swayed his gaze from Avi to Augur. Still uncertain what hindered the man speechless but if he knew how to follow orders and could fight, Prophet saw no issue.

But he fights and he knows his place.

He wondered if that would be enough for Avi, if she might demand more of this behemoth than she had of him.

the woman. she wore the color of fading trees. her scent had been on every drift and tree beside which darkclaw had traveled.

she was caught in the ruff of the stranger. the other male spoke that sound again. darkclaw dropped down and touched tailtip to belly.

he licked the snow alongside one of her paws and whined.

he does not speak.

my ma not. . .hh'shpeakh, she explains to the pale man, and then opens her mouth, exposing her stunted, scarred tongue for them both to see. her eyes are unusually soft upon the newcomer. you fighh'.

she squares herself, pressing against the earth. fighh' me.

it's not an invitation, but a command. she readies herself for the blows this great young man might inflict upon her.

but if she is to be Wealda. . .

skippable for the fight! :)

He would watch as Avi tested him once more. An encouraging look given Augur's way, he should show his all the autumn fire woman, for it was her who had final say here.

it went against his instinct to bare teeth to this she-wolf.

darkclaw watched her red limbs move into something that was demanding but not playful.

the other male stood to one side. the massive boy understood this as another test. he stood and snapped half-heartedly toward the woman.

and then he bowed in play. he would fight for her land. but darkclaw was unsure if he could fight her. the man whined again, a low sound ending with the name-tone he had been given.

a snap. it commences.

or. . .not? he dips low, but it's clear he's only playing, reticent to do real harm.

Avicus straightens and trots toward him, nipping at his cheek, his shoulder, his forelegs. trying to goad him into action.

fighh'! she hisses, though her eyes are warm and inviting.

appreciative of his loyalty; eager to see his skill.

red woman was goading him. augur did not understand. but his snaps in the air became heavier.

she wished to wrestle, perhaps. only the language of her body suggested this was more than diversion.

the boy hesitated only a moment before he tucked his heavy head and rushed her, keeping teeth sheathed. his design was more to knock her aside or to the snow if successful.

her eyes spurred him on.

it's all she needs.

she tumbles sideways, nearly losing her footing altogether in the snow, but rights herself after a series of clumsy side-steps. breathing hard, she gives him a peripheral glance, and her teeth gleam in a savage half-smile.

goodh, Avicus says. he doesn't need to be perfect; his size alone will deter most enemies.

the girl moves closer to him again, bowing her head. the fight is over, and he is thus invited. time will tell whether he proves a more able hunter or fighter, but she has his loyalty, at least, and that is enough.

she looks to @Prophet, giving him a short nod in thanks.

last for me! <3

pushing the red woman aside had achieved the result she wished. augur rumbled toward blood eyes and then slunk forward to press a lick along the wolfess' jawline.

when she led he would follow, and in the days to come augur would help the rise pack mark their territory, working tirelessly to establish himself so that when more joiners came, he might have that status.

i’m good to close!

He watched from the sidelines. Prepared to launch should Augur pull something unfair — although his thoughts of the man doing such are little to none. The man seemed…subdued. Not provoked in the least.

So it came to an agreeable end, he takes the silent thanks from Avi with a warm look her way.

He can take this man. He could mold him, train him, rebuild him into something less soft. It was what he planned to do with the fighters he had been charged as the head of under Avi.

He would seek to take Augur somewhere to rest, to allow him a moment’s break before he tested him more.