Blacktail Deer Plateau Life Always Ends In Death

After days of avoiding wolves, Adimar finally stumbled apon a pack's boarders. He was not one to cause trouble, but this pack had what he needed. After being banished from his home, he avoided all, anger flowed through him everytime he thought of his brother. The golden male remembered the night of his brother's murder, like it was yesterday. The night was bitter and cold, his brother approached him in a challenge for a female. It only took five minutes for Adimar to sink his teeth into his weak brother's throat, and end his life. However no one understood why he had done it, not even Adimar knew. There was no need to kill over a mate, now the male was left alone and forgotten.

He kept a good distance between himself, and the boarder. A war was going on in his head to maybe join the pack and start over with his life, or leave and have death take him while he suffered the enteral guilt for his crime. Perhaps, he would return to pack life. It was so soon though, he felt the need to feel the pain deserved, the guilt he brought upon himself. For now, he watched from outside the pack's territory, his golden fur shifting in the wind. He could not see clearly, to focused on the life he left behind. Adimar situated himself so he is laying on the cold winter ground, watching the boarder for anything to appear.

Valtýr looped a figure eight around the Plateau as he mulled over the outcome of Saena's challenge and the posturing Osprey had displayed. The waning winter season was confusing at best -- unsolvable at worst -- and the youth found himself caught up in a tangle of new growing pains. On one hand Pura sought to diligently train him in a critical way, and on the other Valtýr struggled to find his social niche. Soon, he would be testing the system - but could the firefoot ever bring himself to be as ambitious as his friends?

Caught up in these sentiments, the boy barely realized he had meandered near the borders, just on the cusp of the wilds. However, a glimmer caught his eye. There, a few leagues away, laid a molten wolf spun of gold. A stranger. The stringy hair on Valtýr's nape stood up, alarmed by the man. He appeared a wolf in his prime -- well filled and brawny compared to Val's narrow and gaunt juvenile figure.

He dared not approached the vagrant, but instead waited, observed, and openly leered.

Soon a scent hit the male's nose, and it caused his head to turn and find a young male watching him. It was clear who would win in a fight, but Adimar was not a mischievous or rude wolf and didn't want to cause trouble for the pack or boy. However the golden male was lonely, so perhaps the juvenile wouldn't mind a chat. "Hello there, young one" he stated with a friendly tone, and made sure to be loud enough so the young male could hear him.

He wasn't sure if the boy was even allowed to be talking to him, but he shook the thought out of his head and focused on the juvenile. "I'm Adimar, and you are" he asked trying to start a conversation, not even realizing his presents was most likely not welcomed. The golden male wished the young one would be friendlier than other wolves he's met, after all this young male was the first wolf Adimar has communicated with since entering the Teekon Wilds.

After a while, Valtýr became part of Pura's daily routine. His presence no longer chafed, and when the boy wandered off on his own, the older wolf noticed. Having been left to his own devices for some time - to pee, patrol, and ponder his next move in the grander scheme - Pura sought to locate his companion and propose an afternoon of activity. Perhaps they could even leave the Plateau.

But the end of a familiar scent trail led to a wolf that stood tense and preoccupied at the edge of the pack's claim. Pura eased in next to Valtýr and followed his narrow snout to the distant stranger, who just then hailed the younger wolf in a high, friendly voice. Pura's lips peeled back over parted teeth, and a low rumbling began in the pit of his belly. "Enemy," he declared without looking at Valtýr, tongue lashing snake-like between his incisors.

Valtýr shifted wearily when the lone man noticed him glowering from afar. He wasn't sure what do do without the pack's adults leading the charge. Instinct demanded that he did not engage the wolf physically, for he would undoubtedly be laughed at, but he knew he couldn't simply leave the scene and let this stranger casually recline by their borders as he wished. Was he supposed to converse? Chase him away? The teen's spirit was heavy with mistrust, over-sized ears flattening uncertainty while he maintained a stalemate with the outsider.

However, when the foreigner spoke Val couldn't help but flinch. He introduced himself as Adimar with an inviting tone, asking for the adolescent's name in return. Yet the firefoot was too cautious to answer. Some members of the Plateau had a difficult time helping Valtýr, the shrinking violet, open up... so there was nary a chance that this wolf would receive an answer.

Lucky for the juvenile, his mentor, Pura, managed to stumble upon the scene. He sidled up next to stiff-legged boy without a lick of hesitation and instantly evaluated the man as an enemy. Valtýr's breath (that he had been holding up until now) hissed between his teeth as he deflated with relief. Pura would know what to do. The boy inched closer to the mottled titan, ears orbiting to glean his posture, before his own lips curled -- mimicing Pura -- to show his teeth for probably the first time in his life.

He watched as the young male refused to answer his question, but it didn't bother Adimar, he was expecting to be ignored. Then suddenly another male appear, an older one, but still looks to be a young age. With his ears foward he heard the older male call him an enemy. This pack was quick to accuse, the golden male had done nothing wrong yet he was an enemy. He was probably larger than both males combined, and most likely had more fighting skills than them. He would have a pretty good chance at killing them both, but Adimar was not one to just kill for fun.

"How can you call me your enemy if this is the first time we are meeting, and you don't even know my name. I have done nothing to you, and yet I am your enemy?" He asked, confused on why he had been given such a title. He kept switching his focus between the two males, and waiting for one of them to answer. Perhaps they wouldn't answer him at all, but instead attack him and chase him off like savages. Of course if they decided to take that route, he would show the young males just how challenging it is to chase him off.

The stranger didn't take the hint, and instead insisted on engaging the boys in conversation. Pura was not interested. Adimar may well have made an excellent addition to the pack, but he had chosen to approach and make his pitch to an unguarded child - the biggest stranger danger no-no.

With a quick sideways look at Valtýr to confirm that he, too, had become a bristling stop sign, Pura raised his head and howled for @Dante , @Blue Willow , and @Lasher to assist. "This wolf made threats to you," he told his charge in a low voice, planting the lie without remorse.

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only stupid creatures dared to venture near the forbidding scents of an established pack. adimar was not alone in his foolishness; just the previous week had valtyr, saena, and himself given rout to a trespassing she-wolf.

he caught the mingled scents of pura and his pupil upon the wind, the sound of their ire slanted against the fragrance of another interloper. lasher spared no time in joining the lanky juvenile and the speckled behemoth; with a rumbling snarl of his own, the beta swept in swiftly, jaws parted and teeth glittering like those of some perverse serpent. normally verbose and inviting, taltos could never abide fools, and his strike aimed for the stranger's twisted visage.