Flaming Hearts.
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OOC: Shaw be in the optime yay

He was a failure. She’d panicked when they came to a spot he was sure he knew. However it happened she ran as fast as she could away from the forest of New Dawn and Shawchert could not follow. He spent time looking for her, took a day to look but she was hiding herself far better than he would expect. She was gone to him and he would come back empty handed. Shawchert came home only due to his hunger than anything else. He would go searching for her again, but he must establish himself in the pack because he could see in Zalen that he wasn’t going to continue his search for her. Shawchert would look again. He promised himself that.

He stumbled back into the pack’s lands and found himself headed toward the communal den, the place where they all congregated. The quiet man limped to the clearing found the nearest tree and plopped himself on the ground. He looked over at the cave and then down at the ground. He saw wood scattered about and he smiled slightly. A warm fire, that was what he needed now. And so he began construction of an area for a controlled fire and then set to work with kindling and soon he was working on getting a spark to start the fire. That was the hardest thing of all, but he was getting there. Smoke and the scent of flames was deep in his nostrils as he worked the wood with his hands rubbing them as fast as his hands could let him. Once the fire lit he grunted in satisfaction and built up the fire more so that soon he could hear the crackling and pop of the orange flames as they ate at the wood and he moved back and smiled meditatively as he looked into the flames. Somehow this always made him feel better.

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NUMBAH - Stealin' this, cause yeah.


Sky had been busy. With Shawchert having joined the pack, the tree hospital she'd been considering looked more and more like a possibility. Her Shaw- no, he wasn't her's anymore. Still, Shawchert was back. Alive. Safe. He'd gone to look for Titania, of course, but he'd left in good spirits. Good health. So Sky had busied herself with working on the plans for the new expansions that would need to be made to the clinic. She'd spent the night there and come morning, worked even harder to finish what she could. Eventually, the ideas started to seem more and more silly. Her mind overworked.

So, she headed towards the den. As she left the clinic behind, she shifted down into her lupus form- without clothes, being outside in her optime form just didn't feel right anymore. Sometimes, she didn't think about it, but during moments when she could think clearly, it seemed better to be on all fours.

As she neared the den, the sharp scent of fire and the soft crackle of it came to her senses. She hurried towards the den, worried- no one had howled or come running. Surely this couldn't be as bad as it seemed.

It wasn't. There sat Shawchert, a controlled fire near him. She sighed in relief as she came trotting over, offering him the somewhat customary greeting- a little more friendly than usual, of course. Her nose searched for his ribs, shoving weight against him happily and sitting down as if she'd done the same thing every day. "You're back. Did you find her?" She spoke calmly, neutrally. It wasn't as if she'd expected to see the girl. Somewhere, she could almost smell her, but she couldn't be sure by the faintness of it if he'd seen her or not.

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Something was happening at the dens. It wasn't the first time a fire had been set in the pack territory. Often he'd seen the glimmer when patrolling, and caught the occasional smell of it. The smell had made him nervous, keeping well away from the source, but there had been no danger. At least, not until now. It was right before his pack's dens, where everyone would settle down and be comfortable. He hadn't realized it until he came over the clearing, finding a fire sparking through.

Panicking he backed up, almost bumping into Sky as she went past. Don't! He wanted to stop her, keep her away from that dangerous thing. Their calm attitude completely stunned Tharin, staring at them both before deciding that they were crazy and letting out a panicked yelp. He paced back and forth a short time before calling to them. The fire! Whining he looked around, hoping that somehow there would be something there that would stop it from spreading and consuming everything.
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OOC: Shawchert is speaking wolf low speech due to his lack of a tongue Sad well FINE Tongue others are welcome to panic about the fire... err i mean join!

The warmth of the fire meant a good deal to him as he felt its flames licke up towards the sky trying to reach the lowest branch, a feet that the fire could not do without extra fuel. His mind was on his daughter and how she was confused, she didn’t even know her name and it made him worried she didn’t know how to hunt either. She lost her memory, something Shawchert never expected to see especially the incomprehension on her face when she first saw him. She was defensive towards him... HIM! He sighed and that was when he felt the rub along his side. He looked to see Sky had greeted him. He would have to get use to this again and smiled as she sat next to him.

The voice that came from behind Shawchert turned to see a young man in near panic and Shawchert gave him a warm smile; “Do not worry friend. It is under control.” Shawchert said, then turned back to Sky

His smile faded and he looked back in the fire taking a stick and breaking it, letting the silence come for a short while; “Yes.” His voice was flat but not angry in any way, it was more sad than anything. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath letting the fire smoke fill his nostrils; “She lost memory, it’s gone. She did not know me.” He said, his voice going gruff to catch any emotion that wanted to crawl up his throat. The look on her face made him want to go right back out again; “Tried to bring her here. She ran, could not catch her.” He said and threw the rest of the stick in even though he could easily have broken it into many smaller pieces and then curled his good knee up and rested his arms and head on it. Staring closely at the fire not wanting to see the look on Sky’s face. It was hard enough to see his own daughter’s face much less the woman he once loved. He did make sure to say the words loud for the other to hear, in hopes he wasn't in too much of a panic. Shawchert did not want to repeat himself

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NUMBAH - Yup. More brainstorming.


Sky glanced over as Tharin came over and smirked at his reaction. "Tharin, darling, it's controlled. You're fine. He'll put it out soon- I promise." It was nice to sit, warmed by the fire again. Still, Tharin's instincts as a regular wolf, without the virus, were taken into account. She heard Shawchert's story, that Titania had lost her memory, and surprisingly enough, didn't react the way she would've a year ago. Instead, she stood, moved to an open spot between the boys and turned her back on the fire. Next came her brave actions to assure Tharin's safety- she kicked until the dirt from the ground covered, smothered and put the fire out completely. As she kicked, she spoke.

"Shawchert, if she's lost her memory, then there's really nothing we can do for her." She spoke in that business tone, like a medic. "I miss her. We all do. But if her memory's failed her, finding her would only confuse her more." At least, if New Dawn found her, it would. Her thoughts travelled to Orin for a moment- no, that wouldn't be a good idea. Then, it hit her.

"Juliet." She stated simply, sitting down again and looking to Shawchert with big eyes. "Juliet, she-" She turned to Tharin. "Titania's sister. Littermate. She's in Casa di Cavalieri, right?" Her eyes met Shawchert's again. "I'll talk to Zalen about a scouting party, to track Titania. We can find her and bring her to Casa. Juliet would probably be our best bet at keeping her calm and safe until we figure this out."

She paused long enough to trot over and take her place beside Shawchert again, laying over to lean against him completely. "You can't come, this time." She all but mewled. "You'll only confuse her, panic her. I'll go and bring unrelated parties. We'll offer her a safe place to rest and recover. Casa's a good place. Jazper will keep her safe." She rested her head down on his lap- if he allowed- and sighed. "...I don't know where Zalen is. We should call him, get his opinion."

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Under control? It was a fire! It would burn them all! Growling he kept on alert, wishing they would move to where they were safer. His fear of the flames kept him at a distance, instead of driving them out of there himself. He watched in aw as Sky attacked the fire. It sputtered once, twice, and died down. He stared at it, wondering how it had happened. Impressed by the action Tharin came down, sniffing at the ashes to see if the fire really had been killed that simply.

Tharin lifted his head. Titania's sister? He listened as they talked back and forth, his features darkening again as they spoke. Straightening up he growled. Track her down? She is not pack. She abandoned here. She doesn't belong, and doesn't deserve the pack's care. Do not waste the alpha's time with such a trivial matter. Losing one's mate was a painful enough experience, but being the alpha leading the pack and having his mate turn away had to be much worse. If these wolves had any sense they wouldn't get involved and stay out of it.
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OOC: U ooohhhh

He reached out as if to stop the dirt from taking over the fire and groaned giving Sky an unhappy look; “Took me thirty minutes to start....” Shawchert Grumbled and glared at the now smoldering remains of the fire. His eyes intent on hoping the fire would light back up despite the fact it was not getting the correct fuel. He sighed and contented himself on listening to Sky’s proposal. He would have gotten excited over the idea, but just hearing his other daughters name made him cringe outwardly and he looked back over his shoulder. He let Sky finish and then Tharin piped in. Shawchert turned to the man, his eyes a dangerous shade of blue.

“We do so because she is MY daughter, and she made this pack. She is traumatized wandering alone with no memory. She is pack no matter what. She did not abandon, something in her head made her forget everything.” He let his hackles raise a little before he remembered this was suppose to be a pack mate, but he could not have anyone talking down on his daughter the way Tharin was. He wouldn’t put up with it. It wasn’t her fault From what Shawchert gathered Titania was alone with her first litter and had birthed children who were dead. He was sure it would scare any first time mother. Normally they had their pack with them to keep things calm, at least that’s how any pack he was in worked. He let his eyes linger on the man before putting his head down on his knee again.

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248 - Sky's being the monkey in the middle. Tongue


Sky didn't approve of Tharin's speech. She sent him a look that was just a little too calm, too controlled, to be neutral on the matter. She let Shawchert speak, but pushed her head against him with some strength before piping in. She shook her head. "Titania is still family, Tharin. She left the pack out of fear and confusion. We can't hold her responsible for that- she wasn't, and isn't, in her right mind." She murmured softly, tail thrumming the ground slightly- not in happiness but in irritation. She couldn't blame Tharin for his resentment, though. Titania wasn't as important to him, wasn't family by blood or love, as she was to Shawchert and Sky.

"It's not as if it puts the pack in danger. We won't be gone more than a few nights if we go." She paused, then looked at Tharin pointedly. "If she were your daughter, wouldn't you want to keep her safe? Wouldn't you forgive her for a moment of confusion and weakness?" She sounded soft, gentle, as she spoke. Motherly, even. She didn't want to fight or take sides- she simply wanted Tharin to understand just why she had to help Shawchert find and protect his little girl.

Titania was as much her own family, after all. Orin's baby girl, her best friend's daughter, and Shawchert's too. Titania- and Juliet- were both such important people. "Please understand, Tharin. She's been through so much already. She doesn't deserve to be abandoned."

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His hackles raised sharply, standing stiff as he glared at the male. He was not going to be pushed around by some foolish newcomer to the pack, intent on bringing danger and acting foolish. Growling he straightened up. Daughter or not, she is not pack. Pack was very closely defined, and for him Titania had left all claim that she might hold to it, teeth bared at the older wolf. If he was going to push him Tharin would attack the crippled male, and force him to acknowledge his higher rank.

Sky's words did not calm Tharin in the slightest. What was wrong with them? Why did they wish to help someone who had brought harm to the pack with her actions? She had selfishly left, abandoning them all. Pack is not family. If she is not well, she should not come back. The weak held no place in the pack. They could not contribute. Those that had done so in the past and earned a place of rest would be allowed to stay, but weakness in mind was worse than weakness in body, and should be dealt with through a sharp bite.

She has harmed the pack. She harmed us all. She was our alpha! She gave it up. His normally warm eyes were dark at the question aimed at his heart, but found no hold there. If any family of mine acted in a moment of weakness and harmed the pack, they have no place here. A single act could bring death upon the entire pack. It was better to just leave the weak one alone, and let them face that fate by themselves, than bring it on them all. Do not bring such a matter to the alpha. If you wish to be foolish do so on your own, but do not draw the pack into this. They did not deserve to be hurt by the foolish actions of these weak canines.
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Anger lanced through shawchert as he turned and stood his full height. It hurt, but he was not going to be bullied by some little wolf whose ideals were nothing but small. It was why he left his own pack in the first place and Shawchert knew that if someone needed help Zalen would help, why else would Shawchert be here? “Then you leave claim that your own ALPHA did a terrible mistake. I am not well will you chase me out and deny your alpha his sanity and say he should go to? Titania is THE MOTHER of this pack and if she needs help I would gladly give it daughter or not. I have been injured within the inch of my life but here I stand.” He growled his fists clenched, his eyes cold, his ear laid back on his head.

He was shaking now from holding his one dislocated leg in the right position but he paid no attention to it, if he could shift he would and he’d let this man know he was no longer going to be submissive, or so he thought in his head. “We have in no way mentioned putting the pack itself in danger. If you did not hear Sky she will be taken to another.... more forgiving pack. We are saving the mind of a once strong woman who was left alone so I would like it if you left your simpleminded ness elsewhere.” He was breathing hard now, and he bared his teeth as he rearranged himself, feeling the energy go out of him. What did he care if the idiot attacked him? He’d probably lay down and let him do it anyway. Shawchert hated small minds. He hated those who had little compassion for those whose mind and bodies had been ravaged. He sat and let his eyes close and pretend Tharin was not there letting his breath calm. Shawchert was not old but he sure felt it.

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NUMBAH - This would've been a fantastic build-up for a rank challenge. XD


Sky allowed what came next to happen. She sat up, moving a step away from Shawhert when the older luperci stood. There was argument between the two and she couldn't help but appreciate Shawchert's points. Tharin was being quite stubborn and shallow about this. Though the wolf was a trusted friend, Sky was sourly disappointed in his sense of family. When Shawchert sat back down, she looked to Tharin with calm, cool eyes. "Tharin, our pack is built upon family, trust and understanding. We sleep in one den, we hunt together and despite maybe no knowing eachother well, we protect and defend eachother. We are Pack."

She paused for a moment, then continued. "Titania was terrified, Tharin. She lost her babies. She was alone and young and so afraid." She gave Shawchert a soothing, touch with her shoulder, leaning against him just slightly. "If you were to lose your wits, Tharin, we would still protect you. Because you are pack. You are a brother. Family."

She stood then, tail flicking. "How it is that you don't understand what pack means is beyond me. You're our Gamma, Tharin! You're supposed to be an example, but you're voting we abandon the very woman who gave this pack life." She lowered her head, tail flicking and twitching. "I'm calling Zalen. If you have a problem with it, so be it." With that, the girl tossed her head back in that beautiful howl, summoning the alpha to their little meeting of the minds.

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He didn't understand Sky's words. He didn't ask for them to care for him if he brought danger to the pack. If anything, her words disappointed him. He would rather have been driven from the pack and left to die than to harm it by remaining. Straightening at the cripple's challenge he snarled, frame stiff as he rose to his full height. He wasn't a luperci. He could never be as large as them. His bulk in lupine form was much though, his frame taut with strength. He had trained to be a fighter. He had worked to defend his pack in every way, and now they would challenge him.

All his muscles gathered up, and he launched himself at the foolish wolf that challenged him so, attacking. He had stood up for this challenge, and Tharin accepted it. He was the gamma of the pack, as Sky said, and would not accept such subordination. He didn't even hear Sky's howl, focused on attacking Shaw and forcing him to submit. Everything that he had learned from Augustus came into play, his body perfectly balanced as he moved to hit him to the ground and force the cripple to submit.
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OOC: oh noes!!

It wasn’t the attitude that Tharin showed about his daughter, he stood up for that, it was the blatent attack to a man when his back was turned to him. Shawchert heard the growl, and he was too slow to move away from the attack. He felt himself go head first towards the smoldering remains, and it would still be hot, but his hands went out anyway and right into the coals, he cried out and shook twisting to get the man from off his back. Rage in him, the pain in his leg and him dulled as the adrenaline rushed through his body. He didn’t know if this was a fight for his life or his dignity, but whatever the case he was tired of living in chains, it was why he came here... to be with his daughter. Now he had a man attacking him for standing up for the one thing that meant most in his life, As he struggled, he let his hands and claws tear at the man who was raging on his back.

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NUMBAH - Sky aims to separate them, her focus is more on Tharin than Shaw, 'cause he's all crippled and Tharin's all healthy. And yeah- she went there.


Tharin's attack wasn't expected. Sky's howl was cut short as the two exploded into teeth and claws and flying fur. She watched a moment in shock, unsure of how to react- she could defend the crippled Shawchert, an elder of the pack, or she could stay out of it. Tharin was a Gamma. Gammas were higher than Subords. But...

"Enough!" She screeched, shifting up into her secui form in one smooth moment. She pushed to get between them, long forelegs sweeping in to pull Tharin off of Shawchert, hind legs pushing the older male away from the fire- so long as all went as planned. She'd aim to hold Tharin down, away, to block him from attacking Shawchert again. "What is the matter with you!?" She screeched.

"Both of you!" She aimed her voice for both of them, now. "Shawchert, Tharin's been here longer than either of us and he is a Gamma. Respect him! Tharin!" Those cool eyes turned to the non-shifting male. "I expect better of you! Attacking a crippled elder! Shame on you!" It was a blow to Shaw's pride, sure, but it was the truth. "You don't deserve Gamma rank, behaving like this! Grow up and stop being so damn foolish!"

She was in no place to scold either of them, being a subord, but she wouldn't stand by and watch her packmates maul eachother- especially if it meant they'd be stuck in her clinic during the build. She did not approve of that, at all. "Sit back and calm the fuck down. I'll not have another outburst like this again, and if you don't like it; taking orders from a subord, then so help me, I'll fix the problem here and now." And she would, too. She'd be more than happy to challenge for his rank, if it meant no longer taking orders from him- Tharin was a brother, a friend, but in that moment, he was nothing more than a fool.

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Word Count :: +4 Ok. There is a ridiculous amount of PP in this post on my behalf. If anything needs to be changed, please PM me and we will discuss it. Here’s some mood music for you all http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YOYlgvI1uE


What a day it had been, Zalen was still reeling from his encounter with Thana and Shadowfang earlier that morning. In fact, he was pretty bitter over it, though he tried to let it go. He kept thinking that he should have accepted Shadow’s challenging him over the woman, but he could not bring himself to break up a relationship like that, he felt he had no right. Too many relationships had been broken in his own past, he did not want to bring that pain upon anyone else. And so, he had let the two black lovers be, despite his having almost copulated with Thana in the midst of her heat. Despite the fact that he knew what he did was right, he could not help being somewhat on edge and angry.

He had been in solitude for the rest of the day, taking extra time to perform his marking and scouting duties. He even managed to grab himself something to eat; but it did not help his anxiety. It was later in the day that the call rang out through the forest. It was a summoning call from Sky, and it sounded strained, like there was a problem. Zalen broke out into a strong lope towards the sound, his long Optime limbs carrying him over the ground gracefully. As he neared, he could smell fire, Sky, Shawchert and Tharin, and could also hear the sounds of fighting, and Sky’s screaming.

His eyes widened as he came upon the scene; Tharin was on Shaw’s backside, attacking, while Shawchert himself had seemingly fallen into hot coals. Sky was trying to separate them in her Secui form, and was chiding Tharin. Zalen did not hesitate and barreled into the bunch.

The dark Alpha was in no way larger than Shawchert, but he was stronger, at least now he was. The first thing he did was grab Tharin by the scruff of the neck and lift him into the air, simultaneously pushing Shawchert from the fire with one of his large feet. Then, still holding Tharin, he spun around and grabbed Sky in the same way. He stood to his full height, holding a wolf in either hand and snarled viciously at each of them in turn, before turning to Shaw. He did not speak yet, words were not needed here. He just needed them all to calm down and know who was boss.


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His attack worked, pinning the cripple to the ground. The fire was dead in his mind, completely lost. Instead of submitting the wolf continued to struggle. Snarling Tharin kept his balance, fangs snapping at the hands that attempted to hit him. He was able to keep from being struck, growls growing louder as he ordered submission, frame taut. Feeling another wolf come in his fangs turned, flashing now towards the female that also proved unable to submit and respect those that were higher ranked. He didn't hear the screaming words, just fighting for control.

A sudden grip around his scruff only assured Tharin that his entire pack had turned against him. Expecting yet another subordinate to be rising up against him he flailed, snarling as he fought against the air. The alpha's face appeared before him, the vicious cry shaking Tharin's frame. As powerful as he was, he couldn't match the alpha in strength. His ears flattened, tail tucking up as he submitted. Amber eyes still glowed with the need for battle, staring at the two wolves that had challenged his rank.
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It was the sudden lightening of a body and a harsh shove that got him confused. Tharin wasn’t that fast to jump off him and push. Shawchert did as much of a controlled roll as he could before getting up ready to be attacked again. His teeth were bared ready to keep himself safe, but it didn’t come.

Then he saw the alpha holding the two and his mouth grew slack. He made to lick his nose but was merely denied that as well. He sat where he was in shock of all that happened. He was attacked for defending his child, the woman who made this pack. It was like no one cared anymore. He stayed where he was a shocked look on his face but was quiet. There was no excuse for what happened... When Zalen stared at Shaw he let his head droop meekly. He was in serious trouble for something he was sure of it, the way the larger man looked at him. He let his servitude stance come back to him and felt horrible. This man gave him sanctuary and he taunts someone enough that he attacked him, though how, Shaw didn’t know but it felt like he was in the wrong here. The Adrenaline kicked off and he soon felt the seering pain of his hands as he looked down at them. The pads were raw, they were originally black but he could tell they had a grey tinge to them, perhaps ash residue, but they were still intact and he barely let them hit the coals long enough. The callus from the days of woodworking were probably what save them and he would have expected more pain without them.

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272 - Nasty looks, Unspoken Death Threats and Childish Sulking. Sky's got it all, ladies and gentlemen. ;D


The chaos of the situation exploded, and then fizzled to a dead stop. Suddenly, she wasn't between snapping teeth and flailing claws anymore. She was in the air, hoisted up by the scruff like some pup- she'd forgotten, as she looked to see Zalen there, just how small she was compared to most of her packmates. Now, it seemed as if she'd shrunk even more. Zalen was angry. Her tail curled instinctively, tucking into her legs, which reached but didn't quite touch the ground. Her forepaws were tucked into her chest, lips drawn back from the awkward angle she was now in.

As soon as silence settled, she wrinkled her snout. Blue eyes moved to check on Shawchert visually and saw him there, head low and posture defeated. At least he didn't seem overly injured. She could see no blood, but that didn't mean Tharin was out of hot water with her just yet. That cold gaze snapped over to the non-luperci Gamma, contempt and anger flaring up, showing in her hackles as they pricked against the gripping hand of her alpha. She resisted the growl bubbling up into her throat, settling with a scowl and silent promises of pain and vengance, all visable through that cold stare, locked on Tharin like a target.

She didn't linger on him much longer. Her eyes peeked over to Zalen, eyebrows moving to match the direction of her stare. Her torn ears dropped behind her fur and tail tucked tighter. With the most childish of voices, she looked away with a scowl and a pout. "...Tharin started it." Anything to break the silence.

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All three wolves immediately submitted, much to his relief; he really didn’t want to have to fight any of them. Tharin did show his teeth briefly, but then relented after he realized exactly who it was holding him, and then turned back to stare daggers at the others. Shawchert winced as he inspecting his slightly damaged paw pads, and Zalen then turned to Sky, who looked like a pup who had been caught in a bad act, and just like a pup said that Tharin had started it. If the situation hadn’t been what it was the Alpha might have laughed at her, but instead he gave her a disapproving glower.

The Alpha set his subordinates back onto the ground, now assured that they wouldn’t kill each other as long as he was present; he stared at them each in turn, I understand that fighting happens between pack-mates, it’s as natural as a summer storm. But two against one? Bad form. I’m not even sure I want to hear the reasoning behind this display. He huffed out then in a frustrated manner, But Tharin, since you’re the ranking wolf here, I will hear you first. He turned then to his gamma, waiting for his explanation.


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Dark threatening looks faced Tharin from where he was, the wolf tensing up. He was completely ready to keep fighting, and prove that he was the dominant one. It was hard to keep from lifting his lips to reveal his fangs. Her gaze did fall away, only to say the most incredulous thing. Confusion and anger flashed through him. He started it? He hadn't been the one to act so rude! Only Zalen's presence kept him from starting it up all over again, wanting to lunge across and shake her about.

Settled on the ground Tharin's stance was proud, respectful to his alpha but still powerful enough that no one could forget that he was the gamma. Zalen's words brought shame to him, shrinking down. It was wrong, what had broken out, and still shook him up some to have two pack mates turn against him. Taking a deep breath Tharin gathered himself to speak. We were discussing some matters of the pack, and I disagreed with how it should be dealt with. They rose against me, challenging my dominance. I struck back to remind them who was higher ranked.


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