The Call of the Wild (IC/RP)

Chaos was disoriented, fading into some sort of daze, her vision tunneled and her hearing started to hollow out. Though slightly unaware of that she was walking, Chaos's dirty paws carried her to the creek with the rest of the pack. She took little notice to those around her, except to those who followed to closely and were warned with a low growl. Lost in thought, Chaos refused to rethink the last few years of her life or to feel guilty for not being around more often. She wasn't going to let one wolf, not even Riba, ruin what she had built for herself.

Her mood would change violently over the course of the day. She would return to her regular icy composure of narrowed eyes and head held up with dignity. Beyond those fierce iris's one wouldn't easily see the fight she was having, nor would she allow anyone to get close enough to see. Chaos quickly tried detached her emotions and wandered aimlessly around the den and the pack. She eyed Tyri and Carbo for a moment, blink then continued on. They would probably be able to see past her barricades, an annoying skill only few had mastered. She dropped eye contact and carried on.

Soon, as she meandered the nearby woods, a smirk would spread across her lips once more, she could never hold one feeling for longer than necessary. It was a waste of her time, and she knew the days during this cold season were numbered. Chaos wove in and out of the forest trees, standing out sorely in the white snow with her onyx colored fur. Any creature that she were to hunt, if it had any brains at all would quickly scamper away at the sight of her, though even when she hadn't eaten a real meal in days she still remained quite intimidating and large. There was little effect on her body from the shortage of food, at least for the moment. She could hear the others in the distance rummaging through the woods, searching for what little food there was in this area.

It wouldn't be much, not enough to fill everyone. The pack would slowly dwindle. Some would starve, other won't make it through the winter. So why had she come back? Was she lonely? Of course not. Chaos would be perfectly content if she were the only wolf left. Hungry perhaps? In her opinion, her hunting skills surpassed all. So why? Chaos couldn't answer her own question.

A deer emerges from the snow and woods. The deer was a rare find during the winter and Loki wasted no time thinking about it. He leaped forward towards the deer and hit it from the side. He bit deep into the deer but it escaped his grip and ran off. He chased after the deer slowly cathing up with it. He got next to it and when it turned he hurled himself at it and knocked it on its side. He kills the deer and gets a good grip on it's neck. He drags it back to the den. Covered in the creatures blood made him look very menacing to look at. His fur was wet from the snow and blood and was matted up from the chase. He slumps down after dragging it all that way and speaks after lugging it to inside the den.
"I found some food for the pack.. or at the least the pups."
He breathes hard for a minute before it steadied out and he rose up to his feet.
"I can try to find more but I only got very lucky with this.."

Odin had made his way far from the location of where Riba's gravesite was. He was following a herd of deer as they made their way across. Odin was careful as ever, stalking his prey until he could find the right moment to strike. On the occasion when a deer looked back in his direction, he ducked down, sticking his paws and muzzle in the snow so that he blended himself with it until the deer kept on going. Then he would follow.

As they neared a large field, Odin prepared to charge. He loomed back like a spring, then shot forward, running silently before he was close enough. Then he jumped on the nearest deer and sunk his teeth into it's flesh. As a fresh trickle of blood seeped into his teeth, the others scrambled off.

Soon the deer dropped dead, and Odin was able to adjust it on his back and slowly made his way back towards the pack with a full load. The blood on his muzzle left a little trail as he walked.

Loki walked out from the den looking fo rmore food to stock up for the rest of the pack. With the lack of an Alpha the den might be a little reckless for the time until the next is appointed. He thought this as he walked along waiting for more deer to show up. He spotted two more deer and picked one to stalk for the time being. As he stalked the deer he thought about the well being of the pack and if he would have to leave this one as well. He snapped back to the real world when he lunged at the deer, pinned it to the ground and bit deep into its throat. The deer went limp and lifeless as he forced his jaws down on it. He lifted the dead deer onto his back and huffed it back towards the den.
"We may need to use this for a while combined with the othrs hunting finds or we will run short of food in only a few years.."
He arrived back at the den and lofted the second deer onto the second and he goes and lays down in the snow to cool down for a moment.

Faith nodded kindly as she was given the orders. She wanted nothing more, than to stay here with the pups and the pack. The pups was her passion and it could never cross her mind to leave those little rascals alone. She nudged one of the pups, who just awoke from its sleep. She grabbed it by the neck with her mouth, carrying him to her own little corner by the den. She placed him on the ground and started to fondle the little pup with her paws and nose, correcting the fur. At the same time, licking him clean from all the rowdyism the pup had been trough. She could not for the world understand how they always could get this dirty, this easily. They even succeeded getting dirty when they did not move, in their sleep.

In the middle of her fondle, one of the hunters returned to the den with a deer. It was not a very large portion of deer, but it was enough for the pups to feast on. As soon as she had dealt with this little pup here, she would get right onto the dividing of the meat, to each and every little angel. With a smile, she nudged the pup one final time, who by all means ran away from her, spinning around, sitting down and starting to lick fur on his own. Faith gave out a quiet laugh as she got up from her corner and trotted out of the den, to the dead deer. As she started investigate it, another deer arrived. Her tail wagged, as the second portion of the deer landed in front of her. She had gone hungry, but could finaly get satisfied. She gave out a few barks towards the cave, as every single pup came running in full speed. They halted in front of her, sitting down kindly, wagging their tails in a line.

"Thank you" Faith said kindly, nodding at Loki "Thank you so much"

She took a bite of the younger deer, ripping a piece of meat away from it with her sharp fangs. She placed the slice on the ground, starting to clean it from possible unhealthy parts. She lowered her head and sniffed it carefully, as well as sniffing the part of the deer that she ripped open. It seemed alright, but to be absolutely sure, she took the first bite. She chewed and swallowed, and it felt like the piece of meet fell into a bottomless hole. She took another bite, swallowed it whole and almost shivered. She had no idea she was this hungry, but then she recalled all the pups who stood lined up next to her. She blushed a little bit, before grabbing the slice she ripped of before with her mouth, lifting it over the pups who all tried reaching it by bouncing on their backlegs. She gave it to the pup in the far left side of the line, who grabbed it with his mouth, shaking it like some toy, and took of with his nose high, a balanced rythm in his steps and the meat in his mouth.

She repeated the very same feeding process over and over again, until each and every pup had received a piece of meat of their own. One piece of meat was enough to make those little things satisfied, as she turned her head to the younger deer who was now as good as meatless. She turned her head to the next deer, which she carefully walked up to. She sniffed it, nibbling it a little bit, giving out another shivering motion. She was so hungry, and this deer was the answer of her prayers. She knew that the rest of the pack needed food too, knowing she should not eat it wrecklessly.
She lost her mind and ripped of one piece after another from the deer, until she was totaly satisfied. Not before then did she realise how much she had ate. She had ate far more than her fair share of the deer that was ment for the pack, as she lowered her head in shame. It was such an embaressment, that she lost her mind like that. It was not her intention, but she had gone hungry so long. She had always feeded the pups first, and second and saved herself to last, no matter how hungry she was.

She yawned, jumping up and laying down on a large rock, curling into a little ball, next to the deer. She and the pups were now all satisfied. She was so full, it felt like she would never be able to walk again. She gave out a groan of satisfaction, as she watched the pups being asleep, spread all over the den. Some on top of eachother, some under rocks and some at random sleeping locations. They slept where they fell. An admireable talent, that Faith had tried learning from all the time that she spent with the pups. But no, she always had to pick a comfortable position.

Tyri's tail wagged softly to and fro as she watched the others dart off to hunt. It pleased her throughly to know that, while in the absensce of an alpha, she could still maintian control and order. Something hung in the depths of her mind, however. Sh elooked over toward a lathargic looking Chaos. the female seemed deeply troubled. Then their eyes met, only for a moment or two, but it was enough for Tyri to see the inner conflict tearing her apart. She sighed, sympathetically. Her eyes where not easy to read, She was very withheald, and not easily broken as Tyri well knew. As for now though, Something was at war inside her. It could simply be the loss of a leader, that affected them all, but this seemed different. Not just greif. Maybe regret clashing with a fear of change. Perhaps guilt, peeling over her icy cold composure and strongly held pride. Tyri just wished the wolfess to know that she was still Tyris packmate, and she would be there for her.

It was at that moment she heard Odin take down his kill. Her tail billowed in the strong breeze and she rose her head proudly. Her tail was flagged as she smiled back at her mate. She herself had better get hunting as well. Kindly licking his chin, she dashed off into the powdery white snow and into the denser area of forest.

She gazed off intently as she ran. Bits of ice and snow clung to her face, bringing greater emphasis to her sharp expression. The wind seemed not to barricade her, but cut and slide around her as she ran. The feeling of her paws sinking lightly into the snow, leaving prints sent chills down her spine, and created some sort of euphora wihtin her. She could feel her talon like claws penetrating into the hard, frozen earth through the white blanketing snow as she weaved effotlessly past trees. This made her think as to how odd it would feel for her dainty paws to sink into different snow, and imprint on different earth. She knew htough, the food here was running out and thats just what might happen. it would be a long journey, and if they wanted to g they would have to soon before the great ice broke apart and alternatly melted away. The journey would be hazardous as well. She knew in her heart that some would perish, and that thought was horrifying. While attempting to save them, some would be led to death. She also knew if they stayed here they would probably all eventually perish. She wondered what decision Riba would have made, but as soon as she thought it she knew. Riba would go, and take the risks. And then, he would lead them all to saftey. Tyri grinned. He had been an excellent leader. Not even death can change that.

Tyri slowed then as she entered a deeper wooded area. The larger deer and even some moose roamed here, as well as hunters. She sniffed around, clearing any chance of traps, and then crouched as she heard a noice. Sure enough , a large moose bull was grazing though the snow, picking small bits of grass carefully into his mouth. Tyri was troubled. She knew she couldn't take him down alone.. but maybe she could work it to her advantage. Creeping around him, she eventually wound up behind the bull. With a leap and a snarl, she planted herself on this animals back. Her demise had worked. Rather than fight back, the moose reared and bolted, bellowing in fear. Tyri dug her teeth into his muscular rear and ripped her mouth back, tearing small its of flesh with it. She barked then, for Carbo to aid her. With his assitance they would be able to bring the animal down.

As the moose felt the wolf's dire fangs penetrate his flesh, he wheeled about angrily and kicked at her with his hind leg. Tyri dodged it narrowly, letting the moose go. She bounded around, and ran beneath him. her ears where back, and a look of pure thrill was in her eyes. She led the moose on waiting for Carbo to arrive until he reared before her, his threatningly sharp hooves ready to strike. In a quick reaction she leapt upward and sunk her fangs into the mooses throat, buying herself some time to dart a few meters away.

Carbo did not spend many parts of a second thinking, as he dashed after Tyri and the moose. It felt like Tyri had taken head over heel, but together, they might be capable of bringing the moose down. After running for a short amount of time, he cut the path of the moose and sliding in front of the two. Since the moose did not have as intention to stop, Carbo had to throw himself to the side, in order to not get runned down by the heavy creature with sharp hooves. The creature stopped when it had noticed Carbo in front of it, turning and running in the other direction.
Carbo growled, barking and setting after the big thing. Giving all his strength to the legs, he ran past the moose and leaped up on the back, inserting fang and claws in it. He gripped himself onto the moosetight, not letting go, as it did the best it could to throw him of. He crawled himself further up the back, inserting his jaws in the neck of the moose.

The creature caught panic and ran straight into a fallen tree, where it hit the legs and fell foward. The sudden stop made Carbo launch over the head of the moose, landing just in front of it. He felt pummled, as he raised his head and started getting up. The moose slid right towards him, and Carbo gave out a little whine, just before the creature crashed right into him. Knocking the air out of Carbo, he was thrown to the ground once more, sliding along the snow, right into a snow-cowered tree. The vibration of the crash against the tree made the branches give away, and all snow on the tree fell right down at him. The only moveable muscle, thanks to the compact snow was his nose, who successfully caused a little hole in the grave of snow, giving Carbo air to consume.

"I'm starting to dislike winter" He thought to himself, laying under the grave of snow, incapable of moving anything but his nose, which peaked out trough the snow as the only visible part of the big wolf's body.
"At least we will not be hungry for the evening" He thought to himself, thinking about the fallen moose.
Hopefully Tyri was alright. She did a good job weakening the moose, but at the same time a dangerous job. He sniffed with his nose, to check if she was nearby.

Tyri felt her body give way as she landed on a patch of thick ice on the ground. She slid out, her legs sprawling beneath her. As a soft whine caught in her throat, her ears fell back. At was at that precise moment that she heard Carbo's bark. Instantly, she fought momentum and stood, forcing herself forward against the sleek ice, and changed course just before Carbo moved out of the barreling Moose's way. The change of course, however, did not change the ice at all, and the young wolf slid past both the hunter and the hunted, she herself the fallne, and into a rifty snow bank.

As she stood, snow clung all over her body. As it's frozen chill encompassed her she shook, sending bits of ice and snow every where. Her eyes and nose where outlined in the thick whitness, defining her shining silver eyes. Bringing a dainty grey paw up, she knocked the snow off of her borw and muzzle, before sneezing as a small amount of it tingled in her nostrils. She let off a soft cough, and rose up shaking again. Every hair on her pelt shone, gleaming in the sun. Her exrpession was vivid and alive. It was quite obvious that this wowlf lived for the chase, and thrill was her tendency. As of now, though, a bit of worry resided in her heart. She let out a soft series of barks to let Carbo know she was on her way.

With that, she bolted off toward her mate, and the moose, unaware of either's condition. The snow she kicked up flew up behind her as she ran as fast as she could to where her mate and the fallen moose lay.
She scanned the scene and sniffed the moose. His breathing ceased slwoly before her. Finally she caught Carbo's scent and jumped on the mound of snow from which it rose. She stuck her nose into the nose, and then arched her back as she began digging into it. She put her whole body into in untill she herself was covered in almost as much snow as her mate, whom she had succesfully dug out. After a quick shake, she playfully lept over the snowbank, tackling him with a loving lick on the nose.

The old wolf rose avoiding the fallen deer even with his hunger. Being so hungry would greatly hinder his ability to hunt. Seeing the carcass was driving him crazy so he decides to leave the den for a while until the food has been given to each wolf. Loki wandered out of the den and walked around the outer area looking for smething small to kill like a rabbit. Finding nothing he turns around and focuses on the moon. "Just two more days and it should full.. give or take a few." He hopped onto a large rock and waited for anything to come by. His eyes slowly closed from the cold and hunger. He tried to stay awake knowing if he slept out there he would most likely die from something.

"C'mon Loki you can stay awake."

Loki darted his head up to see who said those words and saw a large wolf behind him. He looked back at the moon knowing it was just his mind playing tricks on him. "Can't believe I saw my own mother in a halucination..."

Odin reached the pack and layed down his kill. With that, him and a few others began to strip the deer of it's meat, storing some inside the den and taking a strip for themselves. They sat outside of the den, chewing on their meat happily, knowing they would have full stomachs for the night.

As Odin ate, the panic rat took a bite at him. What would they do once the food began to run out? What if the other packs knew about them leaving but decided to follow them and finish them off? What was happening to those out hunting right now?

It was at that moment, that Odin heard a sharp bark just a little south from where he had taken down his deer. As he looked over in the direction of the cry, he also heard the sound of growling coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw a band of wolves approaching them, staring hungrily at their fresh meat. Odin and a few of the others got up, ready to defend their pack. One of the wolves charged, and Odin reacted quickly, snapping at it's neck, which caused it to fall instantly and roll across the snow, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

Carbo looked happily at his mate in front of him, licking her over the mouth, in gratitude for helping him and love. He shook his body, getting rid of all the snow that covered him. Not until he hada got rid of all the snow did he realise how cold he was, shivering slightly. He shuttered a little, as he licked Tyri's muzzle. He then turned his head and observed the fallen moose, wagging his tail in a victorious motion. He stroke himself against Tyri, passing her and walking up to the moose.

He grabbed it by the horns, giving a try to pull him. A deer was possible for Carbo to carry on his back, but a moose was too heavy. He got the moose successfully moving, as he walked backwards, pulling it by the horns with his mouth. Fortunatly, he was not alone, or it would take all night to get this thing back to the den. He dropped it, turning around and walked up to Tyri.

"Good work.. It would not have been possible without you" He said quietly, nuzzling up against the wolf, cuddling his head under hers and stroking along her neck. Without doubt, despite the loss of Riba, Carbo was one of the luckiest wolves on the planet, having such a wonderful mate as Tyri by his side. He could not believe how he could possibly have been this lucky.

One of the other wolves charged Odin, sinking it's teeth into his back and holding on tight, no matter how much he squirmed or kicked at it. He let out a sharp yelp as it kept going, until he finally shook it off. The bad news was some of his flesh went with it. The other wolves of The Silver Pack pack began to fight off the others on the sidelines.

The same wolf that attacked Odin's back went straight for his left hind leg and bit down hard while raking it with it's claws. He yelped again and fell this time. Grabbing it by the shoulders, he began to dig his claws into it and biting down hard on it's muzzle. Blood began to cover both their faces until the wolf finally let go and ran off, until one from The Silver Pack charged it and hit it hard in the stomach, sending it flying into a tree trunk, killing it on impact.

As Odin tried to stand, he collapsed hard and yelped once more. Whines of agony and anguish escaped him as his back began to sting and his leg shaking with pain.

Tyri playfully jumped over her mate, and placed two paws on his broad back as she leaned forward to lick the back of his ears. She smiled as he complimented her, and glared over at the mose. Shaking her body from nose to tail, and decreasing its snow content slightly, she trotted over and sniffed the large thing. She ran her muzzle over it, finding that it was most certainly dead. A little blood still trickled form it's neck...her own grim handy work. She also noticed it's skull seemed to be mutilated to to it's headlong crash. She was thankful that her mate was alright.

Tyri slid her mouth onto the side oppisite of Carbo, and pulled with all her strength. Slowly the thing was pulled toward the den. Tyri growled softly with the effort of dragging the , literally, dead weight. As she pulled backward she stoped suddenly, dropping the mooses antler. A snarl erupted from her mouth and she nudged Carbo, pressing her nose into his side hard. She affectionatly pressed her nsoe against his ear then took off, sprinting across the snow, it seemed as if she where flying. She barked back to Carbo, apologetically. While he had the brute strength though, she had the speed. Her heart beat rapidly withing her chest and her paws would only touch the gorund lightly before being pulled up for another stride. her eyes were narrowed and feirce, and her mouth hung open only slightly. Then the den came into view.

She stepped in frotn of Odin, teeth bared as a wolf of the other pack charged the already fallen wolf. She took the impact hard, but remained standing, only sliding a few feet. The opposing male snarled and leapt toward her. She herself growled and met him mid air, sinking her teeth into his neck and slamming him to the ground. A useful tactic she had learned from her mother. She stood panting as the wolf yelped and turned, running. She wouldve chased it had not another wolf taken one of the pups into it's mouth. Furious she jumped up, landing on his back. with feirce eyes she gazed at faith, before sinking her teeth onto the wolf's upper jaw. With a yelp the pup was dropped, and quickly scampered behind faith. He had a slight limp, and his light brown pelt was dabbed wiht blood. Tyri was suddenly thrown from the wolf's back, and she yelped as she felt herself hit the ground. Hard.

For a moment she didn't know if she were alive or not. Everything was black, silent. Maybe even comfortable. Then she saw him, Riba's face. nothing need to be said. Tyri managed to open her eyes. She felt the cold wind blow upon her, as if urging her up. She stood then, shakily. her face was gouged with teeth marks, now slowly spilling blood over her face and muzzle. her breaths where heavy, but she kept her body poised, tail flagged, ears forward, head high. She uttered a low, deep growl. The wolf in front of her seemed to be the last of them. it was but another male. He outsized her a fair amount, and he was intimidatingly larger , wiht his iron grey pelt. His yellow eye locked onto hers.

Something in her heart caught then. Though he was the only wolf, he continued to fight. Though he was outnumbered greatly. Though he was injured, and stood almost no chance, he fought on. his packmates had all run off now..This had happened before. The pack was young, and weak. but this one, he stood his ground.

Pausing to think about this was Tyri's mistake. The wolf charged her, already throughly weakend, and knocked her to the ground. He back away , smirking. His words where cold.

" Remember me? "

Tyri swallowed. She did. It was the wolf form her old pack, who she had turned down time and time again. now, here he was towering over her.

" Come with me. "

He said, a softer tone in his voice.

" Or..I could end it all now. "

The wolf hovered over her, a paw on her shoudler. She snapped at it, furiously. he simply pushed her down, and looked at the others of the silver pack. he could kill her if he wanted, and they all knew that. His glare dared anyone to step forward. Tyri, meanwhile, was beggining to fade out again. Her body was weak and blood seeped slowly from the few wounds she had, but it was more the impact effecting her. She closed her eyes and mouthed Carbo's name.

Loki stood on top of a large boulder behind Tyri and the wolf. He growled loudly and angrily. He was ready yo pounce on the other wolf but saw he could kill Tyri.

"Get off of her and fight with honor.. you pathetic excuse for a wolf."

He reared back waited waiting for a response from the wolf. His claws scraped the rock he was on out of anger and all of his muscles where clenthced tighlty.

"Fight me if you must I am a great warrior. I will be more of a challenge to you than she will."

He growled very deeply and waiting for a reposnse.

(I may withdrawl, the posts are too long, I will fall asleep reading that much. forgive me for it. *Bows* Let me know in the registration thread your thoughts)

A bark, more related to a bear roar than a weak wolf bark sounded as Carbo out of nowhere ran straight into the wolf, forcing it to the ground.
"You take too high chances, great warrior" Carbo said to Loki as he passed by, growling.
Not letting the hostile wolf rest, Carbo ran his head under the wolf's chest, pushing him back up on his feet. The wolf replied with an attack towards Carbo's head, making full impact. A little disoriented and damaged, but far from enough, Carbo threw himself over the wolf. His eyes burned of anger, his gaze was of the kind that felt like it could kill, as he tackled the wolf once more. He got struck once more in the head by a swing from the hostile wolf's paw, but the anger Carbo felt exceeded the pain by far. The wolf leaped back and circled Carbo where he was located. Carbo bared his teeth and followed every motion of the enemy. The wolf jumped straight at Carbo, who dodged it and while the wolf flew trough the air, Carbo grabbed it by the hind leg hard with his strong jaw and sharp fangs and spinned 180 degrees, smashing him into the ground, only an inch or two away from having his head impacting a stone, which would have been a fatal blow.

Carbo took a few steps back, watching the wolf. He seemed horribly stubborn, staying in the fight, and Carbo was not the kind that would pull out of a fight either. He stood quiet, staring right into the eyes of his competitor. Slowly the wolf got up on the legs again. The foe went to strike, and Carbo met him half way, but being tackled to the ground. With the wolf on top of him, he kicked straight up, throwing the wolf over his head as it landed on the back, just next to him. With a few quick step, the furious and bleeding Carbo got up from his back and stood on top of the wolf who was catching his breath. By the time he tried getting up, Carbo's paw was pushed at the throat, forcing the wolf down to the ground again. Incapable of moving, the wolf started up at Carbo and gained eye-contact. Just between their eyes was a war of their own. The wolf tried once more getting up, but was forced to the ground harder than the first time. The power of the paw was choking the wolf and Carbo lowered his head.
"Remember me! Do NOT come to me, or I WILL end it all" Carbo snarled, lifting his paw. Hopefully the wolf did the decition he thought was for the best, as he walked away from the battle and from the den, limping. Carbo did not take his look away from the wolf until it was entirely out of sight.

Carbo turned around, slowly walking up to the location of Tyri, Loki and Odin, watching the three quietly. He turned his head away from Loki, frowning. Loki seemed like a nice wolf, but lost a level of respect as he just observed and talked to the wolf that threatened Carbo's mate. Slowly, Carbo walked up to Tyri, nudging her gently on the shoulder with his nose. He stroke his head against her, licking her by the muzzle. He folded his ears backwards, laying down with his head turned in her direction. He looked her into the eyes, licking her over the nose gently. His heart pounded heavily from the fight, and from the thought that he could have lost his mate. He took a deep breath, and not until then did he feel the pain from the fight. It all came at once, but he closed his eyes tight and by all means held himself from whining. The last thing Carbo wanted, was for Tyri to worry about him right now. Which would probably be hard, considering all the injuries he currently had.

Tyri was unaware of what had happened for a moment. Her surroundings felt foreign, and unreal. her eyesight swayed, and for a moment was gone. Everything she heard echoed. And then the weight was lifted. She was hardly aware of the large wolf being thrown off of her. She caught her mates scent, and managed to keep herself up. Her head throbbed, and she could not yet stand, but her eyes kept on Carbo, and she closed them tightly for a moment. All the memories of this wolf seemed ot flood over her weakened body as soon as she stood.

' Tyri. Come one, lets go somewhere alone. '
The large wolf would gently rest his body against heres.
' I dont think so. '
A young Tyri looked away , uncomfortable.
' Aw, come on. '
The male urged, pressing his head agianst hers. With a sharp growl,Tyri would turn, snapping at him. Back off wouldn't be enough though, no, she knew that well. Her shining eyes narrowed. She knew what was coming. She felt his paw on her back, and quickly snapped it away. He would withdraw quickly, backing a little, before advancing again. This time he would froce her down, pinning her head with his paw, and press his muzzle onto her side. her demands would go unrecognize. Then, another figure would enter. Tryi's gaurdian angel of the sorts. A deep snarl would be recognized, and Seive would turn annoyedly, and back away as Tyri rolled back onto her feet, snarling at him. Reigh, the beautiful golden pelted wolf, would corner the arrogant Seive, as Tyri backed her up.

Reigh had taught Tyri to fight him off. It had come in handy many many times after that event. so often did that wolf try to force her down. Just as often, Tyri would proceed to fight him off, as Reigh had taught her. She couldn't help but feeling a little like she had failed her now, in being pinned by her old packmate. She looked at the ground and rretracted her claws for a moment. All these feelings where crammed into a moment, and then it was over. She looked up to see Carbo, fighting for her saftey.

She was greatly shaken when she saw him narrowly missing the rock which Seive slammed him toward, but greatful when he arose, still intact. her heart leat every time he was injured, and she faught with everything in her to stand and fight. Her legs wouldn't cooperate, her mind was flooded with annoyance for this wolf, fury, worry for Carbo. What would she do if something happened to him. When she was finally able to stand, Carbo had sent Seive limping off, defeated. She didnt waste a minute in chekcing him over as he approached her, running his tongue along her face. She saw his face contort in obvious pain, yet still ,her strong mate tried to conceal it. She nuzzled him, sliding herself under his muzzle, allowing him to bite down on her upper neck to vent the tension he felt.

As she felt him relax slightly she whimpered sympathetically, nosing him gently, prodding all over his body to check for injuries. Her ears rested back on her head as she whined, licking his mouth, and feet and all injured areas of the wolf. Her heart beat quickly and finally she was able to speak. She simply uttered her mates name in a short, realieved breath and nuzzled her face against his. Finally she managed to keep on her feet, and looked at the others. She nodded graciously at Loki, and then looked toward Odin. She looked back up at Loki.

" Please go help him up. "

Wiht that, she nuzzled Carbo once more and licked his cheek thoroughly. She walked shakily over toward Faith and the pups, checking them each over. They seemed alright. She momentarily leaned down to lick the slightly injured pup, who was pressed tightly against Faith, whimpering wiht fear. At that moment she wondered if she would..She shook her head. Now was not the time. With that she brought her loving gaze back to Carbo, and walked over, still a little dizzy. She bent down, and rested her head lovingly overtop of his.

" Will you be alright? "

She asked softly.

Loki looked at them all momentarily and then turned his back to them all. He marched into the snow away from the den and the others who he had failed to fight for. He wandered deeep into the forest until he found somewhat of a small area clear of trees. He lays down there and waites for something else to catch his attention. He howled loudly to the moon in the sky. He closed his eyes and got into a pose up on a rock as he howled.

*Champion stands, turns and walks off into the woods alone. After a short amount of time, the pack hears her yelp loudly in pain, then they hear her yelp again. Then, suddenly, all is silent, and they know somthing is wrong. But by the time they find her, its too late. She is laying in a clearing on her side. Her black fur is glistening crimson. She isnt moving, her eyes are closed, and her body is surrounded by blood. And they all know, that she is dead.*

Faith had her heart beating rapidly as the fighting finaly seized. She licked the blood of the injured puppy, whining quietly at it. The rest of the pups was staying close to her as well, but as things cooled down they slowly catched the courage to leave Faith and walk back to the den and the other wolves. Despite that the injured pup wanted to leave, Faith did not allow it. She held the pup against the ground as tight as needed while she took care of the injury. She licked the pup gently clean of the blood, cleaning the wounds and the place around it. After completing the cleaning, she cleaned her own paws, placing both of her front legs on top of the pup to cause a pressure against the wounds.
While holding her paws against the wounds, there was not much more she could do.

She took a look around in the pack observing the injuries that the attack had caused. She knew what they all had to do in order to keep this kind of thing from happening again. She was not sure if the two beta wolves knew that, but she knew what she would do in this situation if she was the one in charge. The almost only option right now would be to move from these lands. Move out of this war and this lack of food. She knew that the adult wolves of the pack was strong enough to manage this at the time being, but there was one thing troubleing her and that was how the pups would manage this journey. It would get cold, a shortage of food as well as other dangers along the road.

Faith raised her head and looked into the direction of the human village, getting a crazy idea, that she quickly shook of her head. She lowered her head again, letting it rest over the pup that she currently took care of. Having her paws and head resting on it, she closed her eyes and gave out a sigh. Knowing that the pup was going nowhere, Faith fell asleep on top of him. By the time she would wake up, the pup would either be up and running again, or gone. Either outcome, the only possible thing to do would be to keep pressure to the wound.