04-20-2009, 04:55 PM
"No!" Brennt raised his arms to defend himself, shying away from Dawali each time he came near. He didn't want this! He didn't want to fight! Why was he so angry? Brennt hadn't done anything! There was no reason, he hadn't even gone onto Dawali's territory, it wasn't fair! The bigger were felt his heart fall briefly as he heard that Dawali had found out about the children. At the time, he didn't know if he'd said anything or if the pack wolf had learned about it from some other wolf.
"I didn't!" he yelled thickly, backing away, choosing to go further and further from the border every time Dawali wasn't circling around behind him. He grasped at that idea desperately, that if he could get far enough away from the border, the other wolf would have to leave him alone, that he wouldn't be in trouble anymore. But the smaller wolf was relentless, and Brennt could see no way out. His instincts told him to run, but his social instincts (such as they were) told him he was supposed to stay put, to sort things out because running away was unsightly and bad in groups, where the other wolves would disown someone for running away from the social hierarchy.
"They're not yours! Mother's puppies!" His arms still raised, he did his best to back away, always away from the packland, always away from where Dawali derived his authority and ire. "Only coyote puppies here! Not yours!" Dimly, he prevented himself from blurting out that he'd eaten Hylfi's...no one here should know Osric, but because Pallok and Fern had been able to follow him a good distance, and the pups had actually been Osric's as well, he still sometimes worried that the alpha would range out and find him, and kill him for what he'd done. Pausing briefly after the admission, Brennt's impulse finally overrode his social intuition. He turned, and ran.
"I didn't!" he yelled thickly, backing away, choosing to go further and further from the border every time Dawali wasn't circling around behind him. He grasped at that idea desperately, that if he could get far enough away from the border, the other wolf would have to leave him alone, that he wouldn't be in trouble anymore. But the smaller wolf was relentless, and Brennt could see no way out. His instincts told him to run, but his social instincts (such as they were) told him he was supposed to stay put, to sort things out because running away was unsightly and bad in groups, where the other wolves would disown someone for running away from the social hierarchy.
"They're not yours! Mother's puppies!" His arms still raised, he did his best to back away, always away from the packland, always away from where Dawali derived his authority and ire. "Only coyote puppies here! Not yours!" Dimly, he prevented himself from blurting out that he'd eaten Hylfi's...no one here should know Osric, but because Pallok and Fern had been able to follow him a good distance, and the pups had actually been Osric's as well, he still sometimes worried that the alpha would range out and find him, and kill him for what he'd done. Pausing briefly after the admission, Brennt's impulse finally overrode his social intuition. He turned, and ran.