Get My Bow And Arrow

*Nanuk* · (This post was last modified: May 18, 2015, 10:59 PM by Nanuk.)

First post is a bit longer but they'll get shorter after!

Spar thread: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9392

Following the challenge Tonravik had won, Kroc had made herself extremely familiar with the scent of the one on their shit list. The dry-smelling wolf was not the first on their list and certainly wouldn't be the last, but she was the most recent and that held meaning. At first, Kroc had smelled her at the borders, her blood spattered over the ground, making her first scent memory strong. Then, she had picked it up somewhere on her brief travels outside the Spine. It lingered around the area and if she hadn't been marked stupid for just the challenge to the Tartok leader, than her hanging around certainly did.

Today, the ultimate mistake was made. The bitch came back, without making sure she'd been followed. Kroc had been past the reaches of their claim this day, a testament to her dedication as she did not just guard their borders but kept track of the happenings around them as well. This Plains Wolf did not go unnoticed, nor did the fact that now, there was a more heady musk to her. She ran with a pack. The note filed away, Kroc lingered back for a moment, watched as she did something or other with a rabbit and tossed it onto their lands.

As quietly as possible, Kroc moved forward, stalking her prey until she was close enough. Then, and only then, did she charge forward, a great roar coming from her as she rushed the idiot. This one had a death sentence and she had just sealed her fate with that move. "Leaving gifts on the doorstep, I see." She growled, facing off to the agouti female. While she was mostly brawn, Kroc had brains backing her as well and that rabbit was most certainly not an act of restoring peace. "Let me do you a favor and shove it down your fucking throat." Teeth snapped heavily, aiming to snag her by the scruff of her neck and toss her aside like a goddamned ragdoll so that she'd expose that soft underside to the raging Tartok female and open herself to be ravaged.