Neverwinter Forest Die hard

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It was a large territory and they couldn’t be everywhere at once. He could scent the beginnings of a pack smell, but they hadn’t established it overly well yet. As Dad said, this was a foundling pack. The pale lad with mud-dipped ears and paws stared at his hunting territory for a moment. They were threatening his unborn siblings. This was NOT on.
 
Mason darted through the trees at the straggling border of Neverwinter Forest. Every so often he dropped and rolled, spreading his entire smelly Silverpeak body all over the floor around him. The scent he left behind was much stronger than anything they could muster and deposit. Sure, it’d change if they stayed for a while, but for now he managed to wreak havoc on their puny scent border. Mason continued onwards, fury in his eyes, thunder in his ears. No one threatened his family.
 
Even if he did happen upon one of these skunks, he doubted the entire pack could miraculously descend upon him at once.

Potential trespasser alert. :) @Kaskara @Kieran @Eshe @Pasha @Kyron @Goldhawk

If you gave an inch – they always took a mile. The ivory wolf had come upon his lands prior, making demands that they move their borders back and Scimitar had offered his agreement – it had given the mountain pack that much more space to pass through the other areas of the Wilds, despite the fact that only a tip of their land touched the original borders.
 
The ivory wolf had snarled at them – insulted his mate, and proven his stupidity through his nose and words alone, and the dark agouti wolf had soundly accepted it.
 
And not even a few moons later, and one of the mountain wolves flew threw his home, casting his scent upon the lands they sought to claim. Anyone who deemed the borders unworthy had a broken nose – and when Scimitar came upon the fresh scent of the strange wolf (who without question was from the mountain – because Scimitar’s own nose wasn’t broken) – the behemoth did not hesitate to clip his own howl in to the air, notifying his pack mates.
 
FitzDutiful’s word had already been broken, and if the mountain wolves thought that the Forest wolves would not fight for themselves, he was wrong. With a guttural snarl, the male tore after the offender, catching glimpse of the white form as it dipped and rolled upon the forest floor – a blatant display of disrespect. His own jaws were agape as he lunged, making to tear flesh from the bone of the youthful wolf for the grievance he brought upon them. Scimitar was a seasoned warrior – how foolish that a pup had come to their lands thinking he would escape unscathed, especially when he would be surrounded soon by the Neverwinter Forest pack.

Battle! Well, it wasn't a battle precisely, given that they were snapping at the furry bottom of some misguided little scoundrel, but it was a chance to be a good chap and find his warrior paws again. Goldhawk was a soldier born and bred, and so immediately obeyed the word of impressive male he knew by scent and word-of-mouth to be Scimitar. With a heightening of speed, Goldhawk shook off the remnants of the limp that had come about due to frostbite, and took a swift position at Scimitar's left side, only to move further from him so that they might flank the trespassing young 'un. That fuzzy tail was ever so tempting, and he went for it with a lunge.

Mason wasn't stupid. He was close to Silvertip Mountain. Apparently he had passed miraculously so close to Scimitar in the gargantuan territory (without somehow knowing?) that the man had actually spotted him. The boy heard the howl and took the time to angle his loop back to his own borders.

The pretend alpha had lost all elements ofsurprise and Mason had a good head start. They were chasing him he knew and if they had no intentions of anything other than war then they could only chase him back into his own territory.  

He realisid as he ran that he would have to tell dad they aappeared to be denning near Silvertip since he could already hear two wolves hot on his tail. They couldn't all be close  by. Mason looked over his shoulder to see a snsnarling attackattack and he burst owards, adreniline pumping.

The gargantuan territory was well protected, unfortunately for the boy, and Scimitar was quick on his paws, his jaws snarling and snapping at the youth as he went to make contact. Goldhawk joined him, and as the youth sped off toward the mountain, Scimitar allowed his own steps to slow, giving a nod to Goldhawk and silently announcing he should do the same.
 
Youthful stupidity was at hand here – and it had greatly damaged the little trust Scimitar had put toward FitzDutiful and his pack on the mountain… but nor was the dark agouti wolf out for the blood of a child.

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FitzDutiful had watched his favourite son make his way down the side of the mountain towards the forest. He wondered whether the young beta was going to treaty or to harass. The pack may have been more for peace than war but FitzDutiful was not happy with them being so close and still wanted to run them off. Still, they needed to do this smartly for they couldn't bring an all out war upon themselves now. Maybe the could just delay the inevitable. Following, he watched from afar as Mason skirted their borders, putting the scent of Silvertip close to their own. He smiled to see it, then the howl went up freezing his smile in place. FitzDutiful kept low, he was protected by rocks and aimed to be out of sight; Mason had gone further in though whether he had crossed the border, the father couldn't tell.

Mason burst from the trees, into clearer view and across into Silvertip lands followed closing by the want to be alpha and a new male. That made four members of that pack, the count was still pitifully but Zaria had warned him not to underestimate them. Maybe they had more that stayed inland.

He stayed hidden, waiting to see if they stepped over their own borders and began an assault on his lands.

He was hungry for a bit of that tail, but as the scents of the Neverwinter wolves mellowed Goldhawk felt the instinct to slow, an instinct made solid by Scimitar's nod. The gold-furred soldier slowed springily, and kept his eyes on the horizon as the youngster sped off with impressive pace.

Ah, and not even a hair between m'teeth to show for it, said Goldhawk with a jovial sigh. It looked like the chase was more or less off, but he didn't want to jump to that conclusion just yet. Progression or politics could be round the next corner...

The magically-appearing wolves slowed – he could tell. With his own breath pounding hard in his ears, Mason crossed the threshold of his own borders, after scooting sharply across the no-man’s land. Straggling trees still present within their own borders, Mason dived around them, and wondered why he wasn’t scared. All he felt was anger. Anger at their stupid pack. Anger at adult wolves that chased skinny teenagers. Anger at everyone outside of his pack. One last look behind him showed no signs of his aggressors following.
 
Mason made a beeline for his Dad, knowing he would likely be somewhere close to Zaria deeper within the territory. They had to talk.

The boy made it away magically unscathed from two experienced wolves, but Scimitar had called his packmate to slow. The boy flew past their marked borders – the ones Scimitar had, in good heart, moved back to satisfy the pack wolves that had now just pressed ill will upon them. The male rumbled words beside him, and Scimitar allowed a snort of amusement to press past his lips. “I’m sure there will be another chance – foolish young things like that don’t learn their lesson until they lose a tail,” he murmured darkly, and with a nod, notioned for his pack mate to follow him back to the heart of their terrain.
 
“This changes everything, though,” he decided quietly to his companion, and made to find Eshe and inform her of what had happened. He doubted she would be surprised to hear of what had just occurred – clearly, Silvertip Mountian wolves held no honor.

Last post from me here, I think!

Goldhawk gave a nod of agreement and ventured onwards with his Alpha. They turned their backs on their neighbours in this instance, but it was clear the exchange was far from over.