bone mountain

He was feeling... restless. The descriptor came to him as he prowled through the evening air. It was cooler, still hot from the heat of the day, but the earth seemed to release the warmth with the breath of a heavy sigh as it settled down for the evening. If he could, things would be well. But he couldn't. That uncanny sense was nagging at the back of his head and he wasn't about to settle down to sleep until that feeling was gone.

So he roamed, moving through the packlands in silent patrol when a series of barks cut through the air. His ears turned. Kapvik. What the hell was that wolf doing back so soon? Couldn't keep away? Wanderlust quenched already?

Curious, he moved in the direction of the sound only to hear a growl tear from the jaws of his mate. Then clicking. What? He moved more quickly and happened upon the scene. Tonravik was playing? With this beast? Iqniq had been trying to goad his mate into playing since before he'd joined the spine. Like hell he was going to let her play with this wolf now.

He couldn't hold it back. A snarl ripped from his muzzle as he tore into the scene. Was he out for blood? Hell yes. He'd had enough of Tonravik's curiosity; his blatant disrespect, his crude outlandish behaviors, his ineptitude for sportsmanlike teamwork. This? This was the last straw. Misunderstanding or not, he was not about to let this wolf further engage his mate.

Teeth snatched, seeking scruff and fur in order to toss this wolf aside. Get out. If he missed, he'd go after the wolf again and again until he got his point across. Enough was enough. He'd humored this bastard for far too long. Whatever Tonravik saw in him was for her eyes only. He was an absolute shit to everyone else.