whispers in the rain

Riptide waited for sometime, then decided to turn and leave. Perhaps only a wolf who was trespassing would gain their attention, it didn't matter, he wouldn't join any pack until he had evaluated all packs in this area, then, perhaps he would come back. That is, if all the other packs were even more crappier than this one. But just as he was about to take his leave, a black figure emerged from the dark forest, hissing and spitting so suddenly that his ears splayed against either sides of his skull in distress.

But only for a moment. Riptide's ears sprang up as she told him, no, yelled at him to be gone from the area and that he wasn't welcomed here. If that wasn't enough, she spat at him, saying that he would, apparently die here. He raised a wolfish brow at that and nimbly began backing off from her. Insane woman. "You're not a leader of this pack," he didn't know that, but from her attitude, he couldn't believe she could possibly be a leader. "You cannot tell me to leave without knowing my intentions. I might be wishing to find a home here for all you know."

"Besides," Riptide cocked his head. "I'm too young to die. Who's going to kill me anyways? You?"