[P] I got hounds on my heels
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Lupus form! Northern border (closer to Pictou), late afternoon.
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It was such a stupid plan. Did she realize how stupid this plan was?

Do you realize how stupid this plan is?

More or less stupid than trespassing into Inferni?

Hey now—

Skoll clicked his teeth shut on the retort when he finally turned his head enough to see his daughter's expression. Her voice had been flat and snappish, rather than dripping with its usual sarcasm, and her face was tense, venom-green eyes glaring forward. Her ground-eating lope brought long muzzle and bushy tail straight in line with her spine, more wolfish than him. She looked intent.

He sighed. It's less stupid, but still stupid. I get to be the expert on this.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

You said they were creeps. They gonna see it that way?

She hesitated with a grimace, but paused only briefly among the pines, sniffing the air. The scent markers were strong here, and one particular stink among them made Skoll's flesh crawl and his intestines writhe like eels. It was with considerable effort that he managed to hide the clammy fear from his daughter, helped by her narrow focus. Some truths he'd yet to tell her, or tell anyone.

(It happened seven years ago. It was between him and Charlotte and God.)

Dad. Galilee called him out of the morbid reverie, but there was an edge to her tone. Skoll sucked in a deep breath and squinted into the pines. Am I seeing things?

Silhouettes.

Lee, go. He nudged her, but she was stiff. Go. Be casual.

They were two traveling loners who happened to skirt near, but outside, pack borders; they weren't doing anything wrong.

He heard footfalls behind them -- quiet, purposeful, then swift.

Okay, okay, run, Skoll growled, but Galilee was already running, glancing over her shoulder with ears tightly pinned. He lowered his head, panting, then butted Lee's side. Go that way, he barked. I'll peel off, lead 'em from you.

She flashed him a look of alarm, but didn't protest, sprinting down a narrow trail. Skoll growled again and crashed through the undergrowth in the opposite direction, hoping his paler coat might draw their focus -- and hoping that he could outlast his pursuers.


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”So y’ready?” Torin was bumping shoulders with The Director as they trotted through the wood, ”Getting marrieds a big thing in Airged Glenn ye know.”

Brocade chuffed through his nose, glancing at the man who wiggled his eyebrows at him.

”Are you getting impatient?”

Torin rolled his shoulders, puffing out his jowls as he growled softly at Brocade, ”Aye, it is. Perhaps ye’ll get married at Beltane.” He grinned, ”Watch that you don’t drink so much this time.”

”And what do you know about that”

The irish wolf dog laughed all over, "Ye'd be surprised."

The fluffy wolf-dog pricked his ears suddenly, and the air between the pair changed. It was like an electrical current that ignited beneath the burly guard fur that ran along their shoulders and both soldiers were on high alert - their nostrils flared at the voices that carried towards them on the breeze.

Silently they communicated with one another, dropping to low prowling crouches that saw them slinking through the undergrowth in search of their prey.

When the first flash of gold caught Brocades attention he threw back his head and howled balefully, his teeth flashing as he barked a warning to the intruders. The pair were running, splitting apart, and Brocade pointed with his muzzle for Torin to follow after the nearest intruder with the pale creamy fur.

"Where're ye goin'?" Torin called, his jowls flapping, "Do ye no want to stay for the party?"







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Barks and howls chased him as he ran, his claws scraping up great clods of wet dirt that spattered behind him. He wasn't as fast as he used to be, but he'd never been a sprinter in the first place – instead, Skoll was tireless (or had once been). He hoped his daughter, lean and in her prime, would outrun their pursuers.

All he could do was give her her best chance.

He was at a disadvantage in this chase. He didn't know the terrain as well as the Salsolans, and while each stumble made noise and drew attention from Galilee, it also endangered him. He forced his way through thickets, splashed across a stream, and glanced over his shoulder with lolling tongue.

A voice rich with mocking brogue barked from the trees, and Skoll chuckled silently, his lungs occupied with running.

Forgot my gift! he woofed. This way, salaud!

He plunged through another thicket, ignoring the sting of brambles against his panting muzzle.

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Lee's split off to be found by Clem in another thread!


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The chase wasn’t so unlike a hunt. Torin and Brocade flanked the golden wolf, snapping teeth and trying to push him further from the edge of their territory. They spun past tree after tree, branches whipping and lashing against their faces as they attempted to catch him – but like a hound straight from hell the old man managed to outrun them.

”Go that way-“ Brocade panted, ”Try to cut him off at the stream.”

Torin whoofed and peeled off in a different direction, his leggy frame disappearing with a faint crackling in the underbrush. Brocade took a deep breath and surged onward, barking curse words in his native tongue in an attempt to distract the man as he went.





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A slew of French insults and curses followed him as he ran, but what breath he could spare he used to laugh.

God, it had been a long time since he’d been chased like this; he remembered coyotes nipping at his heels as he fled through the forests, cutting corners across their borders. It was invigorating, in a sense — if he ignored any concept of his own mortality. Despite his age, the creak in his joints that he would most assuredly feel when the chase was over, Skoll was not given to worrying about himself. If Galilee was free, so be it.

If the bastards caught up to him, he’d be able to fight his way out, he thought.

And so when the shaggy wolfdog burst from the undergrowth by the stream, Skoll only jumped and snarled, whirling to snap his teeth at his pursuer, then put on another burst of speed to try to outrun him — spitz tail streaming out straight in his sprint, tongue lolling from jaws flecked with foaming spittle.
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