Only a Lady Would Know (Deadwood pack)
Sita sniffed the air. The young femme was excited to leave the old bits and small family pack she had been in. Jumping leaping yipping for joy' she was barely out of puppy-hood.
Black and grey and white, she was a tri colored wolf, rolling in the snow looking more and more black and white by the minute. She was a joyus creature, that didn't know the harshness of true pack life. As she chased down a small winter hare, she didn't even think about the fact that she was in another pack's territory.
"What we've got here is a failure to communicate." Cool Hand Luke
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Cool blue-violet hues stared lazily through the brush that was so heavily capped with snow. Diminuitive eyes wandered as the brute pulled himself from the foliage, extracting his thick golden pelt, which hid solidly defined muscles. Where were all these lone wolves coming from, he'd ask himself. With a shake of his head he paused to watch the whelp frolic, snorting softly he thought about leaving her be. There was no threat here.
Lengthy tassel whipped out and arched toward the sky to determine position like a burning flag. He was alpha, he was proud--basically summed up Deacon better then anything else. The other thing would have been egotistically sound, but people would know with time. Great paws crunched across the ivroy landscape, he made no move to mask his presence, there was no need to. The whelp was so caught up in her own games she'd probably not even see danger come by if...well...He life depended on it.
Only a Lady Would Know (Deadwood pack)
Sita paused, catching thr scent of another wolf. Male. Hmm, she thought to herself, wonder what he wants. She was young she was impationt at times, but she was by no means stupid. So a male presance disturbed her.
Turning she looked the male in the eyes and then nodded.
"Hello," she said almost happily. She was still a pup and ofcourse she wasn't about to be scary or rude.
A snort dusted the brute's velveteen nares. Foolish whelp. He'd might as well aim for the jugular now and save the pup a painful future of...eh. Just watch her squirm. From the looks of it she was not but a yearling, and like the nobally arrogant brute Deacon is, he strolled right past her without so much as a twitch of an ear. The whelp was understeer on a perfectly clear road, and Deacon went cruising along like the smooth driver he was.
The pup was no threat, probably too young to even fathom the strength that can be milked from wolven jawls. Of course, when Deacon had been her age, he was already out and about tearing away at the legacy of Mother Earth and courting with the Lady Moon. He stopped abruptly, why indeed was this pup alone....Or was she? "Where do u come from, pup?"
"Not too far from here actually," she was a happy little thing.
"Just past those hills, my mother and the others were busy and so I took off. I have too many brothers trying to step on each other. Its annoying to be made to knock them over all the time." She nodded slightly and then rolled over to only pop up and have some snow all over her. She was the picture of innocent fun.
"What about you sir? Where are you from?" her tail was wagging and she was almost too cute int hat moment to keep ones stomach from turning.
The pup was frantic in her youth, a little too light hearted for Deacon's taste. Then again doom and gloom wasn't too attractive either. Couldn't these intruders find some medium between the two.
The golden brute continued on his way toward the icy creek, still rushing despite the frozen tundra around them. He was positive, that in the pup's perky mood, she was going to follow him as expected from a child. Otherwise, she could very well do as she please, so long as she stayed in the neutral grounds. Deacon didn't really like picking a fight with a whelp, but his stratigically marked territory was a line none should cross lightly, lest they wish to meet death at the end of long curving fangs. The golden brute wasn't much one for listening to excuses and what-nots. It was a waste of time.
"I'm from beyond the hill. You're dangerously close to my boarders, in fact." He answered casually. Great paws trekked deep prints into the snow, as if spring was just waiting to explode from below.
Only a Lady Would Know (Deadwood pack)
The youngling looked up and over at the large male. She was surprised that he was so, wel;l angry wasn't the word, but it was almost close enough to annoyed.
"I am? Sorry, didn't mean to be. I got lost." She was ready to go back and play but she came closer to him and gave him the respect an adult deserved, just like mama told her to do.
Once it had been done, she explained a bit more, "I got lost, now I'm on my own. Do youknow any other pups? We got scattered from momma."
It seemed the brute's temper had to simmered once the whelp understood her place. Deacon's thick tassle flicked left and right, his ears twitched every now and then as he thought about what to do. She was indeed a pup. The brute sighed, broad shoulders dropping from thier usual tense position. The amber Hellian took on a lazy demeanor, eye-lids settling slightly over those blazing indigo occulars.
"'We'? There's more of you?" he asked, listening to the pup explain her reasoning as to why she was here, and where she had come from. There was no pity, no known emotions running through the large beast's face. He only watched and waited.
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