Altar of Twilight Kindred Spirits

@Amekaze ! and anyone else

The female Knight was enjoying her scouting of all nearby territories. A change of air really did settle well. There were new plant locations to remember, herds to keep track of, And pack territories to remember. After passing by an interesting valley she continued north until she a pack scent crossed her path. She had no right to continue on that direction so she had to stop. She noted down her findings in memory.

Instead of turning around to leave she caught eye of a poisonous plant. There was some Nightshade that managed to grow here. She didn't manage to remember all of it's effects but it was definitely nothing good. Somewhere in her heart she wanted to destroy it but  that would be hard to do and at the same time dangerous. It was best to leave it there.

She looked up at the sky, time was sure flying. The sun should be setting in an hour. She did have a temporary location to sleep at for the night but she wasn't quite finished with her scouting. She didn't feel like going around the pack and she knew fully well she can't go through it. For the time being she sat there trying to make a final decision for the day.

Mind if I crash here? ;)

A cool, gray day bled into a cold, purple night and Wildfire skulked around the mountainside in search of something to eat. She hunted in part because she didn't want to think, but mostly because she was genuinely hungry. She hesitated when the scent trail of a young mountain goat led downward, though her appetite eclipsed her trepidation and she began her descent. When she neared the foothills, she found she wasn't the only one tracking the young nanny goat. She literally crossed paths with a coyote, a male coyote, who froze at the sight of her.

She didn't even think about what she was doing before she was attacking. As the smaller canine turned to flee toward the neighboring forest, Wildfire leaped at his backside. Her forelegs came down on his lower back, knocking him off balance and slowing him down significantly. She was on him in the next breath, sharp teeth angling for the back of his neck. The coyote screamed and flipped onto his back, kicking at her stomach in an effort to shove her off him.

Wildfire recklessly refused to relent. The two of them became a flurry of fur, fangs and blood whirling through the twilit air like a tornado. When it finally calmed after a quarter of an hour, the she-wolf stood panting over the coyote's lifeless body. Deep scratches marked her pale underbelly and the skin would surely bruise from the kicks she had taken. Her right ear was ripped and bleeding and there were tooth and claw marks all over her neck and chest. The wounds from her previous fight had also reopened, bleeding freely.

She stood there, catching her breath as she deliberated over what to do first: feed, or clean her wounds? Then the young she-wolf abruptly realized she was not alone (not counting the still-warm corpse at her feet). Her amber eyes squinted at the silvery figure in the middle distance even as her ears slanted backward. Her nostrils flared and Wildfire felt some measure of relief when she identified the scent as female.

I don't mind at all! :D

It looked like she was just going to have to call it day. She turned and was starting to head back. Traveling at night wouldn't go in her favor. She didn't know what was really out there and could risk getting attacked. Although she didn't mind a little danger here and there, the only problem was that she was far from a safe zone. It was just best not to take risks. Before she could really get anywhere her ears twitched as they heard a distance sound. It was hard to tell what it was but the moment the wind shifted to her direction she caught the scent of blood.

Following the idea of doing what is right the Knight rushed to pick up a mouth full of nearby moss before heading to the source. She didn't realize there was someone within eye sight until now. Kinra at first was mistaking the wolf for a large fox and nearly hesitated about going but as she got closer there was evidence that the female creature was a wolf. She stepped into the scene. It wasn't too hard to guess what just happend. The female had minor cuts nearly everywhere. They may not be fatal but leaving every injury as it was could be risky.

Kinra first dropped the moss she had to the ground. Before she could really do anything to help out she felt like she needed to ask permission first, It was one of those Knightly habits. "May I help you take care of those injuries?" She asked then picked up the moss she had taken and waited for an okay signal. The only danger she could see was the risk of infection. She hoped she'd be allowed to help. Even if she was not given permission she would likely help out anyway, no matter what the fox looking wolf said.

An approach was inevitable, Wildfire knew, and while she could tolerate the presence of another female, she wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind for conversation or company. She stood there stonily as the unfamiliar she-wolf made her way closer, holding her ground and placing one paw possessively over her kill.

The other wolf was small, with gray fur and deep brown eyes. Unlike Wildfire, she looked to be in perfect fighting shape. She did not appear threatening in any way. In fact, she offered to help. Wildfire blinked down at herself, assessing injuries new and old, before looking vaguely at a spot just over the stranger's shoulder.

"No," she answered simply. "Thanks," she added after an awkward beat. "I'm just going to take this someplace..." she said in the next breath, making no offer to share her spoils as she latched her teeth on the coyote's bloodied scruff and prepared to drag it toward a nearby overhang.

Kinra could see the female didn't want to share her catch but that's not what mattered to her. She was very concerned of all those bleeding injuries. The right thing to do would be to clean them, and to clean them now. Kinra ended up glaring when the female refused her help. It heavily bothered her, she was not about to turn and leave after coming here to help out. She no longer cared about being nice and respectful like a Knight should be.

She stepped forward to cross paths with the other in order to block the way. She dropped the moss once again so she could speak. The Knight insisted "First your injuries, then you may do whatever you like." Kinra was not about to let this wolf leave anywhere until she was sure the injuries were taken care of. Who knows maybe the female would be lucky and not have any trouble at all. But then what if she wasn't lucky and ends up with an infection?

No, Kinra will not allow these risk. She stood tall and her tail was up. If this female continue to refuse then Kinra would have no choice but to do everything herself no matter what it took. She was willing to go very far even to the point of cleaning the female's injuries against her will. It was now, or now with the hard way. She glared into the females eyes almost daring for her to refusing again. So what will it be?

The stranger lithely jumped into her path, blocking her. Wildfire stopped, staring for a few seconds, before releasing her grip on the coyote. Its dead weight fell against her forelegs but she ignored the carcass entirely as an unfamiliar sensation washed through her. Well, it wasn't totally unfamiliar; she had experienced it a couple times now, since the attack. It was wrath.

"I told you no. No means no." The words were sharp as the lash of a whip and very cold. "Who do you think you are? Trying to tell me what to do?" she added in the next breath, the indignant fury catching fire and burning through her as if her insides were made of dry grass. "Get out of my way. I won't tell you twice."

When the other female's tail rose and she glared at Wildfire in an unmistakable challenge, another wave of rage crashed over her, chasing the momentary burst of fear at someone, a stranger, attempting to control her. She wouldn't stand for it, not again.

In fact, she wouldn't wait for the gray she-wolf to heed her warning, either. With a quiet snarl, Wildfire leaped over the dead coyote, aiming to snap her jaws at the she-wolf's face. She was in no condition to fight, yet there weren't many rational thoughts in her head at the moment. She just wanted this—this bitch to get out of her face.

Well, how bad could all this actually go? lol

Another wave of nos came from the female. Kinra didn't understand why this wolf was being so stubborn. Didn't she know what happens to unclean injuries? Did she want to deal with infections? The Knight was getting frustrated very quickly. Fine, the hard way it is then. But before she could even attempt to bring down the other, the female lunged in and snapped her teeth. Kinra reflexively jumped back and avoided all teeth.

"You'd prefer to fight a Knight instead huh? Fine, for your own good we'll do this the hard way then." She said before crouching down defensively and stepping to the side. With her ears down and teeth showing, she was waiting for an opening, or it was more like she was trying to figure out a way to take down the other without doing any damage, Her best chances were at counterattacking. All Kinra wanted was to make sure the females injuries were all taken care of. But no, lets complicate everything and fight a helping paw.

She had to wonder what was going on in that wolf's mind. It didn't make any sense. She knows that she was not in a place guided by Knight. She's even aware that some packs could be dangerous. The female hear belonged to a pack. Did any of them learn about injuries? Sure chances are they will likely heal on their own with no problem but there were ways to guarantee it and one of those is the clean them as soon as possible.

Permission to PP granted! You're welcome to beat the crap outta her. Just no death, plz. :)

The stranger leaped clear, so that Wildfire's teeth clicked shut on nothing but empty air. Her lips flapped as she said something—something she probably thought was wise or profound, like that other wolf—but the yearling didn't hear a word of it. With that said, the sound of the female's voice fueled the heat that burned, aptly enough, like a wildfire in her belly. What was with these strangers trying to help her? And why did their "helping" her always seem to require controlling her in some way? Why couldn't anyone just take no for a goddamn answer?

"Who do you think you are?" She didn't even mean to say the words out loud because words were so completely useless in this situation. But it was a valid question, she supposed. Not that she thought on it too hard. For in the next moment, Wildfire lunged again. Ignoring all the aches and pains, the blood pounding in her head and leaking from various marks all across her body, she attempted to strike at the side of the gray she-wolf's neck.

Kinra wouldn't hurt a fly! just as long as it's flying the right way :P

Kinra got an idea on how to make this quick. It would be simple and it would likely cause minimum damage. The only difficulty was that she needed to guess the exact moment the fox looking female will strike. She needed to concentrate and trust her gut, any words that was said was completely ignored. Each little second started to feel long. She watched and waited for that time until finally it came. 'Now!'

At the same time both wolves moved. Kinra moved like at hand on a clock where the center point was around Wildfire's nose. The Knight barely avoided another set of teeth as she moved to align herself with the other. Kinra reached for the female's scruff and got hold of it. Then The Knight slammed her hip against the female's hip. To follow along the momentum, with her hold she pull to the side then down to make sure the female fell onto her side on the ground. To keep her down she placed a paw on the hip and shoulder while maintaining the grip on her scruff.

She needed to know if the struggle would continue before thinking about those injuries and letting her go. She wanted to take down the unnecessary  fighting spirit first. "Continue to struggle and it will only get much worse for you!" Really this was for the her own good. It would only be foolish to try to fight back, but Kinra was still expecting resistance and made sure to have most of her weight holding the female down.

Not only did Wildfire miss again, the other she-wolf turned the tables on her entirely. In a matter of seconds, she grabbed the yearling's scruff, hip-checked her and shoved her to the ground. It was so similar to the way Goober had handled her that a noise like a snarling scream wrenched loose from her mouth. Not only did she continue to struggle, she writhed and lashed, twisted and thrashed. There was no longer a single, solitary rational thought in Wildfire's head as she bloodied herself more in her attempt to break free.

She couldn't raise her voice very much, not since Junior's attack, but she yelped, "No! No! No!" until, finally, she managed to tear free from the other wolf's grasp. "Don't touch me!" she hissed as she leaped clear, teeth bared in a savage snarl that looked like a strange mask on her face. Her fight-or-flight instincts were now raging inside her and she badly wanted to attack again, yet Wildfire knew she might end up in the other wolf's control again she couldn't bear it.

So she turned and fled, nearly tripping over the coyote's stiffening body before running pell-mell toward the refuge of Nocturne Summit's upper crags. She tripped and stumbled in her haste, even bumping her chin and nearly biting off her tongue. By the time she found a small cave in which to wedge herself, she was shaking badly and swearing to herself that she would never let another wolf—male or female—touch her again.

I think this will be my last post. Thanks for letting me drop in! ;)

The female struggled wildly. It was difficult to keep her down without doing any harm but Kinra gave up doing it the nice way. However even if she tried hard to keep the female down she lost all grip for a moment. Within that time the wolf escaped and ran off. After all this fighting was wasn't able to do what was right. That fox looking female was unbelievable. It would have been so much easier if she would have relaxed and let her clean those injuries. Instead those injuries only got worst.

She snorted "Hmpt, idiot." and then just sighed. Perhaps it's not as easy as she thought to deal with wolves who were not Knights. She looked down at the slain coyote. It would be wrong for her to take it but she also couldn't just leave it there. She decided to pick it up. Maybe a more reasonable member might show up soon. That's really all she would have to count on. She wasn't allowed to go into a packland so all she could do was just sit and wait once more.