Firefly Ravine dying on the banks of embarcadero skies, i sat and watched you bleed

Kjalarr followed close behind Caiaphas, keeping his gaze upon her close form, occasionally it would stray to the Epsilon but it never lingered there long. Kjalarr did not know much of the male that called himself James and this mission was no time for a friendly chat, so the viking was silent on their journey trying to decide when all these packs moved in. In Kjalarr's mind they were like unwanted rodents eating all of their food and being what rodents were best: pests. There were too many packs in Teekon Wilds and among the annoyance that filled the favorite of Odin there was a true and deep seeded concern that eventually there would be so many packs that the Teekon Wilds and it's consistent herds would not be able to sustain all of them; or that the herds would cease to return at all, scared away by the overpowering scent of the predators that would kill them until there were none left out of desperation and hunger. Perhaps this over exaggerated but his own survival was the top of Kjalarr's priorities and if he felt it was threatened then something needed to be done. Despite that there was at least one pack Kjalarr wouldn't mind seeing in ruins he deferred to Caiaphas' judgment on all of this for she was his alpha and the Delta respected her.

Their steps fell to a cease as they neared a border of one of these new packs, and Caiaphas called out to it's wolves. His expression was stoic as one it's wolves made herself present to the trio where they stood. He studied her as she posed her question but favored his silence, taking to Caiaphas's right flank, though he hung back out of clear respect for her, his interest on what would transpire, and the trickle of excitement shivering discreetly down his spine. He'd always enjoyed scouting, but having an official mission made it ten times better.

crap post is poop, lol. xD this is why tori shouldn't write when she's tired.