+554 - Finally had a burst of muse for this !!

Roughly, he dragged his free hand across half closed eyes, an feeble attempt to wash away the sleep that threatened to claim him. Each step he took was sluggish, his body like lead and seemingly weighing three times the amount that it should, but he didn't regret over working himself; practising, working, swinging his blades kept his mind occupied, that way he didn't have to think about the filthy white bitch who carried his mates children. Each day he regretted the moment he brought the slut into Anathema lands, each time she crossed his mind he killed her a hundred times, so often he dreamt of killing her it seemed that he could almost taste her blood... bur imagining the whores death was as far as he could go, for Naniko would forgive many a sin, but slaughtering ones own pack member he doubted she would tolerate and he didn't want to be removed from his home pack because of some female who couldn't keep her legs crossed and paws of another's mate. Grinding his teeth slightly he thrust his Katana into the ground, the blade easing through the soft dirt and wedging itself into the ground. Both hands grasped the blade and he released a slow sigh, pushing his darker thoughts away and then yanked the blade out of the ground.

Straightening up he ran the blade across his trousers, cleaning it of the specks of dirt that now coated it, before guiding it slowly back into it's sheath. Little light filtered through the trees that surrounded him, the broken shadows cast by their branches and leaves hid him, his form somewhat distorting in the lack of decent light. Rolling his shoulder he reached back and bundled his hair roughly together and tied it into it's usual loose ponytail with practised skill. Most of the day he'd spent venting his anger and irritation upon trees and rocks and virtually anything he decided to swing at, this way when he returned to his beloved he could keep up the façade, pretend everything was fine, that he didn't give two shits about the entire situation. Gathering his scattered blades he attached them one by one and shoved the rest of his supplied into a bag, which he hung over his shoulder. With everything cleared up he headed to the border, to check it as his rank indicated he do so, as well as make his way slowly home.

Most days the borders were clear and safe, few stupid enough to threaten his home pack and even fewer stupid enough to cross it uninvited. Scents of pack members who walked the lands lingered everywhere, familiar and safe, nothing out of the ordinary. Gradually he begun to relax into a slow leisurely pace, tuning out more and more of his surroundings as his mind drifted into it's own little world. Only, the wind carried the scent of a stranger now, the scent instantly drawing him back to reality and the grey toned male become more and more aware to his surroundings. In the distance he saw him, a disgustingly similarly coloured male just by the borders. Approaching he tried his best to keep his expression and body posture neutral, “For what reason do you approach our borders, wolf?” he asked, his voice coming out bored and uninterested.

+372 - I really don't like this post, but at least it's moving things along >.<

“A right cocky shit I see?” his voice came out a low whisper, the words intended only to be heard by him and him alone. His fingers twitched with the urge to wrap around his katana; his first answer to everything these days seemed to be violence and yet at the same time he knew that he should be watching his temper, with that in mind he forced himself to smirk back, mimicking the others expression and raising an eyebrow, as if to say 'i'll tolerate you mouth for now', “Because these are Anathema lands and we do not take well to having strangers linger near them” he answered, barely managing to keep his voice under tight control. A slight bark reached his ears, causing his pierced ears to twitch and roll forward, alert to whatever made the sound. Eyes cast downwards he finally noticed that there was a pup with the unknown male, the child’s presence has been virtually overlooked until it had drawn attention to itself by speaking up. These days he had grown accustomed to the presence of needy children, tolerant to their irritating behaviour and dependency and so he saw no issue with the child’s behaviour until the stranger snapped at the little one.

At the sight of such abuse, his lips tugged back slightly to revel teeth, his muscles tensing and bunching up, unknowingly he held his breath, every nerve suddenly on edge. “Such a fucking charmer, ain't ya. You should bloody well learn how to treat children better and watch your manners when asking a favour of another” he spat the words out, blue eyes glaring at the other, but he managed to slowly release his breath and peeled his hand of his Katana's handle; when he'd grab the blade he wasn't sure, but his hand ached from how hard he had grasped the leather wrapping. “Piss off in that direction” he pointed the opposite direction from Anathema, not caring as to where he sent the other, just to get him away from Anathema borders. “And i'll happily go back to my mate now” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head slightly, completely unfazed by the others attempt to make a snide comment at him.