~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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OwlLover said:
Larch's sides shuddered as she took short, ragged breaths. "I'm... I'm alright... I think." On her shoulder, there was a perfectly circular wound bleeding out into her gray and white fur; it was a bullet wound, bt because of the adrenaline, she hadn't noticed it at all.
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Girvan raised his snout to the wind and tried to get any whiff of his pack.
"I lead the hunters away from the pack...but I don't know if they all followed me! I need to get back so I can help them if I can. Would you like to come with me?" He took a hesitant step forward, grimacing as a wave of pain washed over him. He could feel where the bullet had sliced through the base of his neck. He didn't want to know how bad it was. The thought of his packmates in danger dispelled any other thought as he turned to the she-wolf to see if she would come with him. He noticed her wounded shoulder and he felt split in two. He couldn't not help anyone in need, it wasn't his nature.
"Do you think you can walk? I'm sorry...but there are pups!"
 
MsChickenMomma said:
"Yeah, I'm fine." He panted and winced when he set his paw on the ground. He looked at his shoulder. It was bleeding again. He growled in frustration.
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"Aw, did you get hurt?" She chuckled. "Lets take you back." She walked towards him, ready to pick him up.
 
SilverDragon said:
OwlLover said:
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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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?"
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"You came here for Piper." Although Garron stared back at Scar with a face cut from stone, inside he just wanted to flee from Scar like a frightened mouse. "But what right do you have to keep me from interacting with her? You watch over her every movement. She has no free will. I won't be the same way, and I won't apologize for that, either." Garron may have been terrified, but he was surprised at the strength of which he delivered these words. They were as true as the fact that the snow was white; he'd die before he submitted to a wolf that he did not respect.
 
MsChickenMomma said:
"Dont mock me." He chuckled and limped away from her. "I can take care of myself you know."
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"It doesn't seem like it." She laughed. She looked around and saw a den near by. "Lets wait out in the den until it gets a little better."
 
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