Quote: ( Wren: *Joins in on evil laughter*
Linden: *Throws tiny head back in a puppy cackle* )
Wren and Linden were rather far off by now, as Wren had grown tired of constantly waiting for Linden and had finally picked the pup up by the scruff and quickened her pace to a sprint. They were heading towards PinePack borders, though they weren't at all sure of where they'd be in the end.
Faedon was following them, hiding in the cover of the spruce trees. Her blood was boiling and fury burned beneath her pelt, but she managed to keep her cool long enough to get ahead of them. She leaped right in front of them, and growled, "You got any reason you're taking my pup away, Wren?" She spat her sister's name as though she was some kind of vile creature. "Just a little adventure," Wren declared, her muzzle twisting into a sneer. "Don't believe me? Ask the pup."
Linden spoke when Wren set her down on the pine needle covered ground - actually, it was more like a squeal: "Awenturrre!"
As soon as Wren set her down, Faedon snatched her right back up. "Listen, Wren." Faedon's growl was low and dangerous, but too quiet for Linden to hear. "Linden is not your pup. If you set your jaws on my pup again, or take her away from me without my knowledge, I will personally tear your throat out. Got it?" Without waiting for an answer, Faedon began to lope back to the densite. "You and I are going to explore the territory today, and I'll show you how to hunt," she promised Linden. "Good luck even trying, junior," Wren sneered, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Though she wouldn't betray the fact, Wren personally wanted to rip Faedon's throat out, herself; how come she hadn't found love yet and her sister had?
Mumbling to herself, she loped off in another direction, closing her eyes and sighing loudly. Just as she began to exhale, she tumbled backwards. A dark brown he-wolf stood over her, reeking of Darkpack.
Linden nodded eagerly.
As much as Faedon would have loved to have whirled around and clawed Wren's ears off, she decided to just take the high road and pretend that she didn't hear her. The pups were probably driving Girvan crazy right now, and she didn't want to keep him stuck in that den. "Remember to stick close to me," she warned. "We don't want to get lost."
She loped into the densite and headed over to her den. She thanked Girvan and dismissed him, and turned to her pups, "Pups, are you ready for an adventure in the mountains? We're going to learn how to hunt today, too!"