~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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A menacing, terrifying growl began to rumble in Faedon's chest, and her lips slowly curled back until every sharp white fang in her maw was bared. The shape of a man with a strange object in his arms was coming closer and closer to the den. In her mind, Faedon dared him to come closer to the den. Her eyes locked with the man's; she watched him as he looked back to one of his packmates, pointed at her (( Faedon )), and then looked back at Faedon. Faedon heard him say, "We'd make a fortune off her pelt."
 
A menacing, terrifying growl began to rumble in Faedon's chest, and her lips slowly curled back until every sharp white fang in her maw was bared. The shape of a man with a strange object in his arms was coming closer and closer to the den. In her mind, Faedon dared him to come closer to the den. Her eyes locked with the man's; she watched him as he looked back to one of his packmates, pointed at her (( Faedon )), and then looked back at Faedon. Faedon heard him say, "We'd make a fortune off her pelt."

( Can I play a hunter dude? )
 
A menacing, terrifying growl began to rumble in Faedon's chest, and her lips slowly curled back until every sharp white fang in her maw was bared. The shape of a man with a strange object in his arms was coming closer and closer to the den. In her mind, Faedon dared him to come closer to the den. Her eyes locked with the man's; she watched him as he looked back to one of his packmates, pointed at her (( Faedon )), and then looked back at Faedon. Faedon heard him say, "We'd make a fortune off her pelt."

((OH NO! I thought Girvan had lead them away! O_O not Faedon and the pups!))
 
Garron's gaze remained set on the snow-capped mountains of Stonepack, and his ears kept twitching, as though something was lodged in them or he was shooing away a fly. He got the eerie feeling that he was being watched, and ever wary with the hunters in the area, he glanced around, but didn't spot Scar. Since Scar was downwind of him, he couldn't smell him, and Garron wasn't sure if the lack of scent was a good or bad thing.



Scar stood on a ledge above Garron, watching him. He sat down and smiled. His voice rang out behind Garron calmly. "Well...bit far from the Densite aren't we? The prey not good enough in Pinepack? Anyway...I want to talk with you, wolf."


Icy talons of fear crept down Garron's spine as Scar's voice split the silence. The fur along his spine began to prickle; he now knew why he had felt as though he was being watched. His greatest fear had come true... he was alone with Scar, and far away from any other wolves. If Scar flipped, and Garron was seriously injured, he was far, far away from where any help could come. "What's it matter to you?" Garron's voice reflected none of the terror he felt surging through his blood, and rang with a confidence that he frankly didn't have. "About what? My eating habits?"
 
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