Barrow Fields give me the bed of bloody arrows
what do i do after all this survival?
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@Nyx, forward-dated a few days.

Each morning progresses with a new level of distress and irritability. Most of it is manageable, keeping quiet when things rub the wrong way and avoiding wolves all together. Typically she is eager to work with her wolves as she runs into them, hunting and patrolling and sparring, but the moment someone’s scent becomes thick, she backtracks and goes the other way.

As she picks her way through the forest, successfully avoiding a run in with one of her children, and ends up breaking past the barrier that is their claim without a second glance.

The fields open up before her, still coated with snow, giving definition to the terrain. Born where most days are cold, she has never minded the snow. Living in the teekons, where the summers are hotter, she enjoys the cooler days. But today she can’t get comfortable enough, feeling her blood hotter than usual. Her feet itchy and she shuffles her feet, debating whether to sink herself into the ground and bury beneath the layer of snow or expending the pent up energy all in one burst.

Thuringwethil licks her lips, continuing along until she grows tired of indecision and takes off in a thunderous gallop across the open field.
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While her nausea had dissipated for the most part, Nyx continued to feel like shit. The coywolf had bore her litter recently and while she continued to shun the strong possibility of having conceived one of her own, that terrifying thought loomed ominously over her as the days crept by. She'd sulked her way through the sound, loitering along the beach in the hope of finding a pack-mate to mooch pity from, but there was no one to be found. A part of her missed Arrille and Chusi then, for they would've been a pleasant distraction from the ongoing storm that was her own mind.

When she swore she detected the fresh scent of Wylla, the golden Ostrega promptly made for a speedy exit. She swiftly crossed the sand toward shelter of the sequoias, between which she slipped into the shadows and - hopefully - out of her volatile Alphess' view. Nyx wandered through the forest until her chosen trail brought her to its edge, where she paused for a moment to study the vastness of the neighbouring meadows.

Snow and ice still remained there, though small sections of dirt and new Spring green had been uncovered here and there. She studies the open quietly for a time, before stepping beyond Grimnismal land as she conjured the idea of making herself useful and header deeper into neutral territory in search of prey.

The familiar sound of thundering paws captured the tawny wolfess' attention and she paused to scan the field for its source. Curious, her gaze followed the form of a dark-furred wolf as it darted across the barren landscape a short distance from her location, and she huffed her irritation through flared nostrils. Whatever potential snack might have been in the area was definitely gone now, so she gave a lash of her tail in annoyance before veering to continue her search elsewhere.
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Her blood flows quickly through her veins as adrenaline begins its surge, her speed steadily increasing. She does not care about whom hears her, or if prey is in her way. She has not come for those things, making her way easily over the terrain she’s grown familiar with over the past year, before they had anyone else settling in their backyard. The thought alone runs another burst of flames in her chest, hitting the grounder harder with each step.

Slowly, she begins the curve as if she’s going to make her way back but something catches from the corner of her eye. The sight of another sends her fur bristling. As she make the graceful turn around in a width berth, her speed picks up again. From such a distance, she can’t make out the figure and the scent has not traveled with the wind enough. It is easy to determine it is not a Drageda wolf and her direction she’s pointed makes her awfully suspicious to be that of her neighbor.

Something of a growl, low and muffled, stirs in her chest and she aims right for the stranger as if she were a lonely doe in the wrong place at the wrong time.
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When the sound of paws against the snow increased in volume and seemed to be heading right in Nyx' direction, she paused with the swing her raven-tipped crown to shoot a piercing glare in the stranger's direction. It quickly became apparent as the dark beast bolted toward her that she did not intend to sit down for small talk, and every guard hair along the length of the tawny Ostrega's spine promptly stood on edge as she moved to face the other she-wolf directly.

Her conversation with Ingram regarding claiming land directly up Drageda's ass crossed her mind.

The crimson trespasser, hidden away within Caiaphas' grotto, flashed before her eyes.

She remembered the pallid yearling who'd once been her comrade, battered and bloodied by their neighbours for his betrayal.

Well, she mused, thanks a fucking lot, @Arrille!

She'd survived an attack by Raddei and his asshole snake-worshippers only a few months prior. There was no way she'd allow this madwoman the satisfaction of seeing her flee.

Nyx curled her lips back, unsheathing parted fangs to accompany her warning snarl, and her toxic yellow eyes remained locked on those of the wolfess who suddenly posed such a threat. Adrenaline coursed her veins as her body, preparing for impact, rooted itself to the spot and braced itself for the unknown force of Drageda's commander.
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It doesn’t take long for the other to notice and turn to face her. She does not charge in response, or attempt to throw her off. She prepares for full impact by the way she locks herself into place. The warning snarl doesn’t go unnoticed but she barely entertains the thought, her lips peeled back to show her teeth and tongue curled, resting in her jaws. Each step propels her forward faster and with one more surge left in her, she takes the final leap—

—but she does not collide with the woman. In the last moment, before they collide, she offers her own warning snarl and jerks immediately to the left, veering around and (hopefully) out of reach.

Thuringwethil continues to run at a full sprint for several more yards, making a wide circle to turn around. This time she does not charge but her feet do not come to a stop. She makes the half circle, watching the sound-wolf, and weaves closer, teasing, egging the younger woman on.
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The world around her seemed to melt away as her focus lay solely on the approaching figure of her attacker. Her eyes saw only dark, the slow-motion approach and with the sound of thundering paws against the snow booming in her ears, nothing else mattered. Adrenaline coursed her veins and, uncharacteristically, a small niggling voice at the forefront of her mind told her to go. Run. Save them.

No, she defied. Nyx ran from no one. She held fast, canines bared and lobes splayed back, anticipating fangs on her hide with the tightening of her muscles. In the last moment, the dark bitch reared to the side and snarled her rotton breath right in her face, causing the golden Ostrega to release like a coiled spring. She clacked her teeth in the direction of the beast's muzzle, and followed only with her toxic gaze as she made to swing around her in a loose ring. 

She did not pursue and instead braced herself for another attack. The cliff-dweller lingered just on the edge of Nyx' comfort zone, teasing her, willing her to succumb to her budding rage. She did not allow this to control her and instead fixed the other wolfess with a glare that dared her to come and get me.
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She barely misses the snapping teeth upon her darting to the other side, swaying back and forth as the other collects themselves and offers a braced stance in her wake. A sneer forms on her features as she keeps moving on slower feet, waiting for the right moment, waiting to see if she can taunt the other forward, but something inside urges her to drive forward. Maybe the need to chase off the wolves living in their back yard takes over and the fact there is not another to bolster her strength (and she doesn’t have her own, either, and so she doesn’t mind terrorizing her new plaything).

Thuringwethil does not wait much longer when she realizes the other isn’t going to advance. It’s up to her to get rid of the parasite leeching onto them. A low growl starts in her chest, growing as she begins to launch forward and close the distance and ends in an earth-shattering snarl when she’s close enough, teeth parting to snap at the first thing she latches onto as she aims directly for the other bitch.
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A low rumble sounded from deep within the other's breast, a noise which intensified quickly as she moved to progress nearer. Nyx braced, stood her ground - watching and waiting like a coiled viper, willing the dark Alpha close enough so she could strike in the way she'd learned during her time among the snake-worshippers of Ormarr.

Thuringwethil's aggression seemed to spike, a loud snarl spilling from her vile maw as she parted her powerful jaws to reveal her fangs. Adrenaline surged through Nyx, her pride foolishly rooting her to the spot despite her body's call to flee, and she boldly welcomed the Heda's teeth.

When the enemy's muzzle was mere inches from connecting to the side of her neck, the agouti attempted to rear up and away to the side when she felt the sting of the bitch's canines pierce the flesh of her shoulder and maintain grip. She had not expected to escape it and pain seered hotly through her hide, but Nyx' focus returned swiftly to delivering her own blow.

Lips curled back to reveal her own teeth and she lashed out with a snarl of her own, arching her neck to aim for the raven female's swarthy cheek.
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Nyx’s attacks are overshadowed by the success, latching on to where her neck and shoulder come together. She maintains her holds through the sting against her cheek, which only fuels the fire and propels her forward, aiming to knock the woman’s legs from beneath her and into the ground. Guttural sounds rip through and transplant into the sound wolf as her limbs crumble beneath her and hit the ground.

Her dark eyes close for only a second, tasting blood pool in her mouth but it is not at the speed which she desires. The enemy still breathes, her heart still beats. Thuringwethil doesn’t readjust except for the tension of her shoulders, angling in for protection and using the other wolf’s body to her advantage and angling in a way anything vital is just out of reach.

The hold remains a while longer and Thuringwethil keeps her advantage. Whatever marks she left behind in the process isn't paid much attention beyond the fill of blood in her mouth and the satisfaction to throw the woman down. Leaving her on the ground floor, she steps off and begins her trek back to Drageda.
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