Northern border, Borgata Mazatl area if that's okay. Early evening. Should be dark by the time they get to... whoever. I figure Shae can post first and PP them getting there, and then Mel can come in? Or whatever you guys want. :3 WC: 338

It was early evening, but Denver had a job to do. Eris had given him a task, and he would be certain to perform it. He was to protect Salsola-- and her still growing children-- from outside threads. According to his superiors, a homeless canine had been found lurking around the borders, and this would just not do. The outsider was to be disposed of.

The same task had been given to his cohort Maggie; they held the same rank and strove for the same co-rank, and so they were destined to work together. For this fact alone, Denver was more amicable. The girl was at least pleasing to look at, and in general had been easy to work with. Both of them desired more than their previous lives had given them, and they were equally motivated to strive for betterment in the Thistle Kingdom.

Denver had never been largely violent, but this matter was entirely different. If he were to appease his superiors, he would be granted more clearance, and eventually would be superior himself. The ivory dog already believed he deserved such respect, but knew that here it must be earned-- for that, he respected his King. The Associate may have been lazy, but he knew when an opportunity knocked, and would be the first to grab it if he could.

The sinewy muscles were returning to his legs, and he moved towards the borders quickly. He had easily abandoned his uncomfortable bedding in the Ruins in order to perform this task, and so determined pale eyes set themselves upon the skyline, searching for a large, lone, misshapen tree that rooted itself near Salsola's northern border. It wasn't long before he found the landmark he sought-- the same place he and Maggie had agreed upon meeting. From here, they would convene and locate the stranger so close to their precious home.

Leaning into the shade of the lonely tree, Denver waited, light blue eyes ever watching the sun as it crept farther down the skyline.

sorry for the wait. it's okay that i gave denver a knife, right? if not i will edit that part. <3

Fucking pig, Denver thought, catching a whiff of the fresh scent of urine. He nearly gagged at the strong clouds of ammonia wafting their way. Frowning, he turned to Maggie, wishing he had telepathic powers. Instead, he just made an angry face and turned back to stare at their prey from behind a clump of bushes. How dare he piss all over Denver's land, their land?

The wolf was on four legs, but by sight alone Denver could tell that his own size was no match for this haughty brute's. Still, he had speed and cunning on his side, and with the lovely Magnolia as his partner, they would not fail. It had been a while since he had worn a weapon, but for the sake of his own safety (and perhaps Maggie's, too), he had brought a knife. It was small, and hardly larger than a simple pocketknife, but it had served him well in the past. It could cut meat, he knew, and that was good enough. He had polished and sharpened the blade as best he could. Happily, he found that he could nearly see his own reflection in the old tool. It was strapped securely under the leg of his pants, at his ankle, but he didn't reach for it just yet.

Moving ahead to follow their quarry, Denver slid behind every bit of cover he could, knowing that the wind was taking his scent away. The foul scent of urine was stronger in the air now, anyways. Denver's nose wrinkled again in disgust. "Hey man, you lookin' for somethin' here?" he called out with Southern tones, moving into the open confidently, his pace casual, almost friendly. The Associate's pink nose twitched at the wolf's scent; it was dominating and heavy, full of testosterone. The stranger wanted sex. Pale eyes darted to Magnolia, and without a word he motioned for her to come to him. "A pretty girl, maybe?" He crooned in his most convincing voice. He hoped he wasn't reaching too much, trying to use his pretty counterpart as a lure. His gaze flickered to and from her, trying to explain that she should just But if it would work, Denver would be sure that the cocky motherfucker stopped breathing before he could lay a finger on her. If he could just get him to come closer...

sorry it's short and crappy! i suck at dialogue. >< hurrrr

Denver had attracted the wolf's attention easily enough, just as he'd hoped. Pale eyes flashed to Maggie as she flaunted herself before the stranger vaguely. The Associate's brows raised in amusement, glad that she was playing along so easily. Grinning, his eyes turned back to the brute as he spoke. A catch? Well, Denver wouldn't reveal the true price of his supposed offer, but he would still play along. "I'm just tryin' t'help," he offered, without really answering the question. The Associate's gaze briefly flickered over the bulging mass between the strangers legs with disgust, averting his eyes to his companion instead. He moved over to Magnolia in her larger four-legged form. "But, if you're not interested..." he said, his voice trailing off. It felt strange to look down on her for once, but he placed a hand on her head and stroked her mohawked head briefly, teasing the stranger. "I'll just take her for myself." Denver began to turn slowly at this suggestion; if the wolf wouldn't take him seriously, then he would leave. Or at least pretend to.

durrr short. i figure we can wrap this up in a couple more, if that's cool?

Maggie had managed to lure him, but just as quickly as she had gained his trust, she'd betrayed it in a flash that Denver barely managed to catch before the wolf was on her, snarling and thrashing about in retort. Denver flew into action, running forward and hurling his fist towards the back of the man's skull. He stumbled as it connected, his fist throbbing now as he regained his footing, reaching for the knife hidden under his pant leg. His partner was quick, but he worried for her safety. A clawed hand strove to grab the stranger's thick neck fur, pulling him back as much as he could before driving the knife deep into his ribcage. The gurgling sound that came afterwards nearly made Denver gag, but he removed the knife and tried to kick the hideous brute from his silver companion, a deep growl echoing from his throat. Something oddly protective flared in his mind as rarely seen ivory canines were bared at the wolf, pale blue eyes blazing right through him. The Associate would have no qualms with ending this fucker's life.

The beast let out a gurgling half-roar, and Denver sneered as he dug the knife deep into the flesh of the aggressor. Warm blood spilled out over his hand, and instantly he jerked the tool out of his belly, watching with curled lips as the pool of red grew beneath him. Maggie's face was covered in his blood, too, Denver noticed; her mouth was around his neck. By now all struggle was done, and the man fell with a splash into his own blood. He swallowed hard, the scent of blood filling his nostrils, sudden disgust overwhelming him. Pale eyes rolled away towards his partner, who stood over the body looking shaken and nearly sick. Denver cleared his throat. "You alright?" he asked, moving around the body carefully. His eyes narrowed on her neck, where he noticed bright, small circles of crimson. "Mm," he grumbled, noticing the missing fur there. The bastard had gotten her, after all. "Motherfucker," he growled, aiming a solid kick at the dead man's scrotum.

The mutt placed a hand on Maggie's shoulder, and he could feel her shaking. His own heart still raced steadily, his breath still short. "He was no more use alive anyways, Maggie..." Straightening his clothes and brushing off what debris remained on his clothing, Denver nodded to his partner. "C'mon, let's get back. You gotta get that looked at," he mumbled, hoping that the bleeding would stay minimal. Blood covered his own hands, too, but it wasn't his own. Disgusted, he held his hands away from his body, trying not to get anymore of the wolf's remains on his body. He couldn't remember seeing anywhere to wash his hands on the way there, either. At least the deed was done; Eris would be pleased.