The black male was moving toward a boundary. Some pack up a head had marked borders. He slithered through brush and trees, his body lowered to the ground in a crouch. Fang was in his secui form; still huge and still controlling the body shared by two personalities. He’d laughed at the thought of the weaker man pushing him out. Until he was bored, the power was his to use for his own will.
He paused, the pack scent trying to surround him, and breathed in further past the smell of many canines. No one was at the borders yet, so he wasn’t known to this pack. He wasn’t exactly sure what type of pack he’d found himself around. Somebody would come soon; he was sure.
The black male sat down. His body was sloppy since he was a rebel and hated borders. He directly sat right upon the border. Not passing it completely, but rather threatening to do so. Here kitty, kitty, kitty, he thought to himself. Throwing back his head, letting a howl loose in his deep voice. It rose into the air, covering the pack land rapidly as it spread like a wild fire and lured some pack member in to meet the twisted creature that sat on the borders. What was he gonna get himself into? His devil smile spread across his face as he waited to ignite the flames of mischief.
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Fang Table By Cait.