~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."


Kado growled and barked at the strange creature. He fell backwards and landed back into the small area they were in.


Misa sniffed the air. She smelled some deer near by. She slowly walked toward the smell.


Klash caught the scent of the deer and followed Misa quietly towards them. Walking on three legs was getting tiring, but he wanted to kill a deer and prove to the pack that he wasnt weak.
 
Kado growled and barked at the strange creature. He fell backwards and landed back into the small area they were in.
Klash caught the scent of the deer and followed Misa quietly towards them. Walking on three legs was getting tiring, but he wanted to kill a deer and prove to the pack that he wasnt weak.
She crouched down as she looked at the deer. Her lips curled back and she crawled closer. "Stay back while I get it." She whispered. "Don't worry, I'll save some food for you." She chuckled.
 
She crouched down as she looked at the deer. Her lips curled back and she crawled closer. "Stay back while I get it." She whispered. "Don't worry, I'll save some food for you." She chuckled. 


Klash shoved past her. "Dont worry about me. I'll get one on my own." He pulled his lips back over his teeth in a silent snarl as he watched the deer walk through the forrest.
 
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?"

Scar smiled and blinked slowly. He lept down and faced Garron head on. "No."
His eyes were slits of ice and they bore into Garron with hate filled intensity. But his voice was calm and low, almost sweet in it's cadence.
"I want to talk about Piper. You are either a very stupid wolf or a very brave one...I thought I had made myself very clear the other day. But since I am new to this pack and, as you must think, looks can be deceiving, I'll quell my anger and ask you up front. Why do you think I came to this pack?"
 
Klash shoved past her. "Dont worry about me. I'll get one on my own." He pulled his lips back over his teeth in a silent snarl as he watched the deer walk through the forrest.
"Ugh, idiot." She growled. Then she dove for one of the young deer, snarling. She grabbed onto its neck with her jaws, managing to throw it down to the ground as it screamed.
 
Rose stayed with the pack, watching quietly.



Pitch raised his head, but realized the sounds were moving away and stayed hidden
 
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"Ugh, idiot." She growled. Then she dove for one of the young deer, snarling. She grabbed onto its neck with her jaws, managing to throw it down to the ground as it screamed. 


Klash snarled and lunged forward. He tried to be quick as the deer scrambled to try and get away. He latched onto the leg of a small doe. The doe hit the ground and Klash quickly used his uninjured front leg to hold the deer down. He grabbed the deer's neck and bit down as hard as he could, snapping its neck. He stayed on top of the deer until it stopped squirming and it was dead.

He limped off of the deer. His shoulder was throbbing painfully, but he was feeling triumphant.
 
Wren and Barrow walked through the loner lands, oblivious to the hunters. They were deep in conversation and hadn't realized they'd strayed from where they had originally met. Barrow's membership to DarkPack had seemed to slip Wren's mind as they contemplated whether to try to bring down an elk in the herd that they had scented a few minutes earlier.
 
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