04-06-2009, 05:37 PM
Brennt heard her call, though he had never caught her smell. Her voice confused him. She had hated him and hurt him and been hurt by him, she shouldn't be back. There was no reason for her to be here, this wasn't a place she spent time, was it? He hoped it wasn't, this was where he played with Maz, it shouldn't be a place where bad people came, shouldn't be a place for fighting. Cwmfen was a pack wolf like the others, she should stay in her pack land and leave him alone, she should only hurt him if he came into her pack, and maybe not even then.
Nonetheless, he found himself running to her voice, his own lacerations having healed well, he was ready. This place was his place now, he had told Maz he lived here, and wanted to live here now. He would fight Cwmfen away if she tried to spoil that...he knew he could, the same way he fought over food. Brennt didn't have a name for the thing he became when push came to shove, but he had a vague understanding for how it worked. He knew that he could fight tooth and nail over food, and over shelter, and he suspected over girls or packmates, if he ever had any. He had run a few times, but he wouldn't this time. Not if Cwmfen came to fight him again. Maybe he had been right, and she really had liked him, but fighting was how she showed it? Everyone was different, after all.
"No." He emerged from between two trees, meeting her near the border, some symbolic part of his mind drawing a very important distinction between her being on the edge of the city, and coming inside it. "I don't like you, Cwmfen. Go away." He was serious, and his lips twitched up and down slightly, as if in anticipation of a snarl which they knew she would provoke. Brennt didn't want to see Cwmfen again, he didn't want to see her here. His eyes were their same dull yellow, but the mind behind them wasn't impassive today.
Nonetheless, he found himself running to her voice, his own lacerations having healed well, he was ready. This place was his place now, he had told Maz he lived here, and wanted to live here now. He would fight Cwmfen away if she tried to spoil that...he knew he could, the same way he fought over food. Brennt didn't have a name for the thing he became when push came to shove, but he had a vague understanding for how it worked. He knew that he could fight tooth and nail over food, and over shelter, and he suspected over girls or packmates, if he ever had any. He had run a few times, but he wouldn't this time. Not if Cwmfen came to fight him again. Maybe he had been right, and she really had liked him, but fighting was how she showed it? Everyone was different, after all.
"No." He emerged from between two trees, meeting her near the border, some symbolic part of his mind drawing a very important distinction between her being on the edge of the city, and coming inside it. "I don't like you, Cwmfen. Go away." He was serious, and his lips twitched up and down slightly, as if in anticipation of a snarl which they knew she would provoke. Brennt didn't want to see Cwmfen again, he didn't want to see her here. His eyes were their same dull yellow, but the mind behind them wasn't impassive today.