He was clearly lacking REM sleep when he returned to Swiftcurrent's borders, but to rest was not what he intended. Jace had filled in the blanks for him exactly as anticipated, and if possible, he was only made further irate by the infuriating little russet leader who did not deserve for one second to hold her title.
Her den was where he went first. The den she'd shared with the captive Cutthroat once, he knew, then some other unknown male Razo had only seen the tail-end of on one occasion. That alone should have been enough for the tawny scoundrel to lose all interest in her, but it hadn't been. It had taken her absolute stupidity faced to the forefront and slopped all over the Wilds for him to consider her too young and incredibly unworthy of his dashing good genes, and even then, for just a moment, he'd thought he might be able to affect her in just the right way, but she was too bullheaded and daft for anything to reach the cerebral matter between her pretty little ears.
His features darkened when he found her den filled in and the area vacant. In part, his expectations were fulfilled to find her scent trailing off towards the west, but the remainder of the situation prickled the careless guardhairs along his nape and scruff. It was all very wrong. It was with this that he set off traipsing throughout the territory to locate someone who had been present enough to know just what had actually happened in his very brief absence.
After some time, Njal's musk was the first to waft in on a breeze, so Razo pursued him at a very deliberate stride, attempting to catch up with the stoic northerner as quickly as he could.
It wouldn’t have struck him the wrong way if Njal only regarded him as a stray. A stray was something close to what he’d been among the wolves who called Swiftcurrent Creek their home, because it seemed awfully like he only came around to be fed. Only closer inspection would reveal his robust scent riddled throughout the territory that signified he rarely left it, right along with the number of caches where his mark was vigilant, threatening and deterring any beast that did not belong to the pack. He was a provider by keeping these brimming, as his promise to Fox entailed, and on quite a few occasions he’d paid the Sveijarn den a visit to bestow gifts in carcass form upon the new family. As well, it so happened that he had deigned to come when called thus far.
It turned out that Njal was looking fairly worse-for-wear himself. Razo gave a guttural woof to allow his presence to be known, then strolled up to the craggy grey male and proceeded to walk with him without waiting for an invite.
Her den was where he went first. The den she'd shared with the captive Cutthroat once, he knew, then some other unknown male Razo had only seen the tail-end of on one occasion. That alone should have been enough for the tawny scoundrel to lose all interest in her, but it hadn't been. It had taken her absolute stupidity faced to the forefront and slopped all over the Wilds for him to consider her too young and incredibly unworthy of his dashing good genes, and even then, for just a moment, he'd thought he might be able to affect her in just the right way, but she was too bullheaded and daft for anything to reach the cerebral matter between her pretty little ears.
His features darkened when he found her den filled in and the area vacant. In part, his expectations were fulfilled to find her scent trailing off towards the west, but the remainder of the situation prickled the careless guardhairs along his nape and scruff. It was all very wrong. It was with this that he set off traipsing throughout the territory to locate someone who had been present enough to know just what had actually happened in his very brief absence.
After some time, Njal's musk was the first to waft in on a breeze, so Razo pursued him at a very deliberate stride, attempting to catch up with the stoic northerner as quickly as he could.
It wouldn’t have struck him the wrong way if Njal only regarded him as a stray. A stray was something close to what he’d been among the wolves who called Swiftcurrent Creek their home, because it seemed awfully like he only came around to be fed. Only closer inspection would reveal his robust scent riddled throughout the territory that signified he rarely left it, right along with the number of caches where his mark was vigilant, threatening and deterring any beast that did not belong to the pack. He was a provider by keeping these brimming, as his promise to Fox entailed, and on quite a few occasions he’d paid the Sveijarn den a visit to bestow gifts in carcass form upon the new family. As well, it so happened that he had deigned to come when called thus far.
It turned out that Njal was looking fairly worse-for-wear himself. Razo gave a guttural woof to allow his presence to be known, then strolled up to the craggy grey male and proceeded to walk with him without waiting for an invite.
You're aware that our little leader has vacated the premises?he asked easily.
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looking for trouble - by RIP Njal - July 26, 2014, 05:17 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by Razo - August 03, 2014, 01:50 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by RIP Njal - August 04, 2014, 10:22 PM
RE: looking for trouble - by Razo - August 16, 2014, 01:46 AM