~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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"He will need some training but yes. First of all I need spies to go into stone pack and see how many pups they have and the best way to get them, then we send them back in to get the pups, we would keep some and place the rest in other packs to make them fight."


"I can't believe I'm saying this..." She shook her head. "Fine. Train him. If he gets hurt, I will kill you." She said with a threatening growl and then smiled at him.
 
(( When Fyra's pups are born, who wants to play one? She's gonna have 6 pups, but I have a plan for one of them, and I'm going to take one, myself. And I'm sure Owl will take one or two, whichever. But if there are a few without players, who wants to play them? ))
(Me if they are not all taken!)
 
After her brief talk with Senkah, Fyra left the densite, setting out to search for Cody. She wanted to apologize... she needed to... even if she didn't know what she did wrong. She didn't know at all, but every cell in her being was calling her to go find him...
 
(( When Fyra's pups are born, who wants to play one? She's gonna have 6 pups, but I have a plan for one of them, and I'm going to take one, myself. And I'm sure Owl will take one or two, whichever. But if there are a few without players, who wants to play them? ))
(Me if they are not all taken!)
(( Nope all are taken, sorry ))
 
Garron whirled around on a dime and tensed when he saw Scar at the edge of the cliff. His mind reeled; on one hand, after all Scar had done to nearly wreck Garron and Piper's lives, he could rid him of this world... Forever. But Garron knew that Piper still cared about Scar - or so he thought, anyways - and he was her only living kin. He didn't know what he should do, so he just stood there... Waiting for Scar to plummet to his death...

Scar's paws grappled for a foothold, but the mist from the waterfall made the earth soft and damp. His sharp claws racked through it to easily. For one brief moment, he caught Garron's eyes. For one heartbeat he locked stares with the one who had stolen his sister and destroyed his life. Scar's face was calm but he threw one last crazed glare of hatred.
Then everything speed up again.
Scar didn't make a sound as the earth beneath him gave way. He didn't howl or whine or beg Lupus to save him.
He closed his eyes, feeling the rush of wind and weightlessness that would be his last thrill before death. Relished his last breath of air before he smashed onto the river below...
 
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