pay no mind to the rabble

Denver Mathis · 05-07-2012, 08:39 PM

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The last encounter had left Denver more cautious than ever. There had been numerous attacks now, and although they had managed to kill a few, it was not enough. Maggie had done the deed on that young wolf, and he'd been nothing if not impressed. The Confidant had helped, of course, but it was her blow that had let the pale recruit fall to the ground.

Now, though, Denver needed to be the one doing all of the fighting. He would not subject Maggie or their unborn children to this madness, and he had bid her to stay far away. Today was scouting only; Denver hoped that it would not come to violence again, but he'd come prepared nonetheless, his freshly sharpened dagger wrapped snugly about his ankle. He carried his lasso slung across his body as well, just in case.

The woman who was to accompany him was one he had yet to meet, as many of them seemed to be lately. She was a dark lass with strange, cryptic facial markings. He tried to tell himself that it was just her coloring, but his heart still sped up whenever she turned to face him. Nonetheless, Denver gave a courteous nod to her as they set off, their path taking them wide around Inferni's borders and down through the woods that bordered it. It was sometime later that they arrived at the agreed upon spot.

Sirius' trust and growing relationship with the neighboring coyote clan had admittedly made Denver nervous at first. Coyotes were known for being tricky and back-stabbing, and the Confidant wanted nothing to do with that type. But it seemed that the Boss had found a use for their wiles, and now the two groups walked together, seeking out one common enemy. So long as their goals were aligned, Denver would not balk at the group.

An ivory hybrid stood on four strong legs, joined by a pale yellow coyote. The one that made him nervous, though, was not the hulking mutt, but the slender, red-eyed warrior on horseback whose arm bore a vulture, hulking and dangerous. Hey, he offered gruffly, nodding his head again in greeting. Denver exchanged glances with the others, trying not to feel inadequate. I don't need a horse or a bird to see things for me, he reasoned, shifting the length of rope across his shoulder defiantly. Pale blues stared around the landscape, and pink nose worked hard to try and get any lead on the violent wolves who were almost certainly sheltered here.

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