whispers in the rain

last post from me. one more post from each of you guys and we can archive it :)

Riptide was about to turn and leave this creepy black forest behind when a charcoal male came charging towards him like a bull. He was large for a wolf and stocky, which meant he was most likely clumsy and slow. Disadvantages, disadvantages everyone. To the tawny youth, only having size and strength was terrible weakness, a weakness that was worst than even speed. However muscle you had, you were most likely fall sooner than later if you were so slow you couldn't even dodge the blows. But that was just the Silversea's opinion.

The tank lunged for Riptide's neck but the tawny male was quick and sidestepped, but he wasn't quick enough and Burke's teeth grazed his neck, leaving a thin gash. It wasn't deep, no worse than a thorn cut, but the youth was still indignant. Granted, the attack was warranted and justified, given the fact that he was close to the borders and had played with one of the pack members quite rudely. Riptide wouldn't care if Burke aimed for his paws or something, but he had aimed for his neck, clearly aiming to slaughter the innocent boy or give him a permanent injury. That asshole.

The insane lady also let out a high pitched cackle which simply confirmed Riptide's thought of the wolves of this pack being completely fucking batshit crazy. Yep. He was most definitely done here.

"Laters!" Riptide called over his shoulder as he turned and began trotting away from the pack. "Practice your aim next time, old man. And I'll be sure to do you guys a favor and dissuade all the wolves who wish to join your batshit insane clan from joining."