Rage

Hi, everyone! I've been invited into this thread by Malcom, so I hope nobody else minds! Maj to the rescue! *snicker* Also, sorry for writing so much.

Majesty lay somewhere in Neverwinter Forest, fast asleep on a bed of leaves. He was having a strange dream…

There was fog everywhere, and he didn't know where he was going. The fog was so thick, it felt as though he was breathing through water, and he had to gasp hard for each trickle of breathable air he got. It was not pleasant, and he was afraid. He wanted to get out of this miserable fog, but because he couldn't see properly, he had no idea where to go. And suddenly a howl split the night. "NAYA!" Majesty jumped. It sounded somewhat close. And didn't he know that name…?

When, in real life, the word echoed through the trees loudly, Majesty awoke with a start and sat bolt-upright. Naya? As in, the she-wolf Naya? The loner whom he had recruited? "Oh dear," he murmured, hoping that she was alright.

Quickly, he got to his paws and loped towards the place where he had first heard the male calling for her. Luckily, the fog was not really as thick as soup, so he could still see where he was going. Soon enough, he came across three scents: two were of the Silvertip Pack, and one was a lone wolf, who smelled vaguely of Naya. Must be Malcom, then, he thought.

He skidded to a halt in front of the three of them, and immediately placed himself between his pack-mates and Malcom. "Calm yourselves, friends," he said commandingly. "I know this male." This was not necessarily true, but he needed to make sure that Naya's brother didn't get hurt on his watch. That would be bad and he would feel awful. "He is not a threat," he continued. "I will handle him."