Unacceptable

Augustus · 07-10-2012, 05:09 PM

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ooc Itty bittiest PP of Ciara, hope it's okay Candace, if not I will change it <3 WC: 564

Augustus

The wolf did not sleep that night, he did not even tread in the interior of the pack lands, not since the Alpha and Gamma had left the previous day. He maintained a constant vigil, traveling up and down the pack’s border, marking, scenting, and tracking. No one would trespass under his watch, what was sleep in the face of the dog bitch Sunders? No. Never, not while he breathed. He’d ordered his mate to keep to the den, in case something were to slip through the cracks. He could not get Fayne out of his head, when he closed his eyes he saw her again stumbling towards him, with terror etched into the lines of her face. What if it had been Ciara, or one of New Dawn’s pups that crossed the border battered and beaten? He knew the answer, and it was written in blood. A growl rumbled in his throat and he slashed at the ground before him, drawing deep rivets in the earth. He’d drawn more of these markers periodically, doing his level best to deter anyone who might think to harm those that dwelled within.

Augustus was not a shifter, but he did not fear those that were, and thought even less of a dog-shifter. Dogs were pitiful, subservient to a wolf, and no threat to him. He knew only what he’d heard of Amy from Zalen and the whispers of his pack, but seeing the females’ distress he was quick to set his sights on the blond woman. It boiled his blood to know that his pack was being hunted.

A piercing cry goaded his legs into immediate motion. The Alpha had returned! And Augustus threw himself towards the sound, calling to the pair as he did so. They were not so far away and he glimpsed the sable and arctic wolf fairly soon after, lowering his tail when he was in their sight with differential respect. The timbre of his call set his pelt to bristling however, and his muscles twitched and rippled uneasily beneath his pelt. He bounded up beside Shandom, though kept himself in line with his brother’s shoulder for the time being. When he reached the den, he settled himself apart from the subords, leaving room enough for his mate to seat herself beside him, while remaining close enough to his Alpha and Gammas to hear word of what actions he would need to take.

He met Tharin’s gaze with a burning intensity, narrowing his eyes and within them relaying a bitter truth. They must prepare themselves for battle, and soon. He knew this moment was coming, had known it since the day he and Zalen near tore the place apart hunting the golden mutt. When he finally tore his eyes off his tawny brother he gazed upon the wolves below and around him, sizing them all up with scrutiny. They needed to steel themselves for what was to come. Steps would need to be taken in the days that followed. His pack was strong, but was it enough?

Lastly his eyes fell to Ciara, his golden girl was radiant again, and his gaze softened upon her own. He whined sweetly, low enough for her to hear, and her alone. It had been too long since they’d trained or hunted together, and that would need remedying. Their pack needed them now more than ever.

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