Picking up the scent; blood in the water
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Back-dated to the 22nd, if that's alright?

Brennt had caught the scent of wolves on the air after finishing his meal on Whisper Beach, and followed it to the border of a packland with a name he did not know. Knowing that two wolves of that pack had attacked him, though, and that he therefore didn't like them, he decided to move on. It wasn't all that long before he came upon another pack whose border he had also been to once before, but he decided not to try to eat the Mati-pup again. No...he wasn't hungry anymore, but he did want to get his bearings, and scent out the surrounding environs, just in case he did want to eat puppies again.

It was quite a walk, but eventually he followed the scent to the last nearby pack, which also bore a name he didn't know, and a smell he didn't recognize. One thing he smelled that was familiar, however, was the scent of young wolves, puppies. This pack smelled like maybe it had more than the others, which meant that if he got hungry again, his chances of finding one might be better here, south of the other packs, than anywhere else. It would be easier to take coyote puppies, their mothers were weaker, and he hadn't minded the taste of coyote puppies, but in general it was difficult to find a community of coyotes in one place.

For now, though, he was just exploring. The taste of the puppy blood was still in his mouth, more a memory of an overtly wonderful experience than a true sensation, but good enough to sate him for the time being. No. He would stand at this border and learn what he could from the smell. Maybe later, if it came back, he could go in and take his fill.
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Sorry, I'm rambling a little it seems.
Edit and yeah backdating is fine - I don't follow an extremely strict timeline anywyas Smile
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He'd been out on one of his regular walks, having nothing to do lately whilst waiting for plants to properly spring. He did not spend the majority of his time with anyone in particular, and so when his tasks were done, they were.. well, done. He sometimes felt as if he had way too much spare time, wishing for some chore that took longer than the repair of a tool or treating of leather. Sure, treating leather was a long process, and he could certainly sit and look at it as it soaked or hardened, but he was too impatient, too energetic to do this. He was in good shape, always had been, and always had been very active. His muscles craved that he moved, that he got out. Gvihita's form hung in the air above him, her wings outstretched, although she'd need no wind to carry her forward. As usual the bird was quiet - she never said anything unless she had something important, or spiting to say. In a way it was a comfortable relationship, because he did not see her as his companion as much as he was her follower. She was strong, and he liked that.


The path he was following turned, one pointing towards the borders and the lands beyond, one moving alongside the tribe's markings and returning where he'd come from. By now he had been so tirelessly exploring the claimed land, and he felt as if he knew every single tree, every rock and every leaf of grass. His legs turned him towards the unclaimed land and their own borders, and before long he could smell the familiar smell of home fading, every so slowly giving way to the smell of the unknown. He'd always liked the wild smell along the borders, it thrilled him somehow, even though he was not in the least interested in wildness nor danger. Before long, however, another smell tickled his nostrils, and his legs automatically turned in that direction. There was a stranger here, someone not in his tribe, and not of the packs whose smells he had learned so far. Perhaps it was someone who would like to join, or simply a loner in a mood for exploration. Dawali always assumed the best of people.


His legs had not carried him that far before he could see the male in question (for it clearly smelled of a male), and he called out to the stranger to get his attention. Hello there! At the same time Dawali moved towards him, waving gently with his hand.


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Sorry for the wait!


Brennt's dull eyes regarded the approaching wolf from a distance, and contemplated--albeit sluggishly--whether or not he would get in a fight on this border, as well. He had been attacked outside of the first, then the second, and been attacked by a member of a third. Had he been more intelligent he might have thought of it as a peculiar pattern of hostility, but as he was not, he perceived it simply as a big frustration, something unexplainable and strange to this place in particular. Then again, he knew that puppy-eating was wrong, and despite his dimness, knew in some part of him why he'd been attacked, but right now he wanted to be on his own side and that meant not giving the bad guys any credit.

He began shifting instinctively, seeing the werewolf approach quickly, though not aggressively yet, it simply came as the natural reaction to do so. He didn't think of how it might be perceived. He had been in a lot of battles already, and it showed on his coat. Chances were good that he wasn't ready for another, even though the most recent two had gone in his favor, but Brennt didn't yet think there would be a fight anyway. Nonetheless, something deeper and more wise than himself always insisted that he shift if he saw a shifted wolf, and by the time the other arrived, he was in halfling form, tall and long, but burly as well.

"Hello," he said dumbly, looking up with yellow eyes at the stranger as his shift proceeded, speeding towards completion. It would take a while, but even as things stood now he was sufficiently large to protect himself...had he made the conscious decision to shift, he might have stopped it, but as a creature of little intellect, his life was run mostly by dogma and habit.
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I just pp'ed that he finished shifting during my post if that's ok? I'll change it if not Smile
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Dawali came closer to the male, and as he did he noticed he was in the process of shifting. Of politeness' sake he stood a little distance from him, perhaps a yard or two longer than he needed to. Some did not always like to be watched when they were shifting, and Dawali assumed his action was because of his presence. The male in front of him responded to his greeting with a blunt "hello" before continuing to shift, now halfway through, but Dawali said nothing, not wanting to interrupt. As he stood there watching, however, he noticed how the other seemed to have scars, multiple scars, and fresh ones, too. Some places on him there were signs of quite fresh wounds as well, and suddenly Dawali's open and hospitable mood gave way to a more suspicious one. In the tribe the warriors had scars, true, but this one had a fair deal. He did not smell like any of the packs he had encountered so far, either. And as far as he knew there were no actual wars going on that could explain these wounds. If he was not a joiner, Dawali contemplated asking him to leave. He did not like all of these scars... but his opinion might change once a proper conversation was started.


The Red wolf male waited until the male in front of him was done shifting before he did anything - it was only polite. He gestured mildly with his hands as he spoke, a habit he'd picked up by his father. My name is Dawali, Bone Bearer and sub-leader of this tribe. Can I help you with anything? Nothing in his behavior could give away his mild suspicion, although he assumed he had no reason to be suspicious in reality. He assumed the male would give him enough reason to discard the negative feeling once they started a conversation, because Dawali had not yet met a truly bad person in his life. He had a horrible way of trusting everyone, although after the attack on the tribe which caused them to move here, he had.. strengthened his intelligence on this simple matter. He would not trust any given stranger immediately, and especially not ones with many scars and close to fresh wounds.


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"I'm Brennt," the large were said as he eyed his lanky counterpart dimly. The lack of expression on his face and the lack of life in his eyes always made him stand out, almost as much as his halting language, which was usually the first thing to tip off others around him that he was less intelligent than they. It was always during the talking that they found out, and no matter how much he thought about it, Brennt could never decide what it was about talking that gave him away. His mother had taught him good words, he used a lot of the same ones she did, but somehow the way he said them and the ones he put together to make sentences never seemed to impress others.

"I'm not anything," he said after a moment, mulling slowly but feverishly over all the titles Dawali had given him to help him understand, perhaps. Brennt didn't know what they meant, soon he couldn't even remember exactly what the new wolf had claimed to be. He had heard the helping question before, though, and understood what it meant, at least the essential feeling behind it.

"I don't need help," he said after another moment's pause. He didn't want to talk to Dawali, he wanted to be left alone by all the pack wolves that were getting in his way. The big black wolf had given him a bad headache that lasted all day, the white wolf and her packmate had given him lots of little cuts, and the smaller black wolf and her packmate had done the most heinous crime of all, actually trying to fight him away from prey he'd already killed! He knew it was wrong to kill puppies, so even though he was angry at the bigger black wolf, he didn't question why he'd done what he'd done, but the others had had no reason, and that made him angry, the same way a child gets angry when a parent anticipates bad behavior successfully.

Brennt hadn't bathed, however, and at this range, the smell of puppy death would be on his breath and in his fur. The big wolf wasn't as competent when he was thinking and communicating with words...it hurt his brain to go through those motions, and it made him slow and confused. The predator would have removed the smell immediately, alas, it had gone away shortly after the black and brown wolfesses had fled.
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The answer he received was quite blunt, although now at least he had the stranger's name. As the stranger spoke another time, a whiff of his breath traveled close enough to Dawali's nose to smell it. It wasn't uncommon, and normally he'd just move his head, as he did not appreciate smelling people's breath, although now his suspicion rose as a raging fire within him, as he smelt death on the male. Death, recent death, and not just food. By death he meant.. wolves' deaths. As his mind raced for a second, suddenly taking in all the signs before him, Brennt spoke again, this time proclaiming he didn't need help. No, perhaps it was Dawali who needed help instead. Most likely it was. Although this time, when the male spoke, Dawali subtly leaned closer to him, again sniffing his breath. Now, he smelt not only wolf death, but young ones. This male in front of him, he had fought, and he had killed - and quite recently, too. He had the smell of young ones on him, young children, and while Dawali did not know every day that Brennt had eaten them, he assumed the male had fought them, or at least bitten them - which was bad enough! The smell rose from Brennt, from his fur and from his breath, and with it Dawali's suspicion - now grown to alertness, grew to unknown proportions. No one had any justified reason in the world to attack a puppy! No one. Which meant that the male in front of him, with the blunt answers, was not welcome, not by far.


Dawali's shoulders rose and he spread his legs - standing more balanced, more firmly, as he crossed his arms over his chest. His pose made him taller, larger, and even though he was lanky and long, he wasn't thin - he had the muscles of a working man. One who did his labor every day. Now this red furred man stood tall with his ears flat against his skull in disapproval and hostility, although he did not growl or speak his anger out yet. Any sane person would would take the signs, and as he spoke he spoke calmly, normally, although the cheerfulness and urge to help was evaporated from his voice. Left was a plain, deep sound - his normal voice, with no emotion. No, I meant - what do you want? Can I assist you?


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"Don't want anything," the dull-eyed wolf said in return. He could tell by Dawali's tone that the other wolf didn't want him here. For a second he though about whether it would be another fight or not, but he was cut up pretty bad, and the more he thought about trouble, the less convinced he was that he should fight again. His mother always said trouble was bad. He still felt fine when he wasn't doing anything, when he was just sitting down it didn't hurt any more than a faint stinging. But when he would seriously run, it hurt worse, and he was just now piecing together that, if he should fight again, all of the little wounds that weren't hurting him now would start hurting him badly. If that happened, he would have to run...but what if he couldn't even run because it hurt so bad? Suddenly, the meanness in Dawali's voice brought a whispering fear instead of wariness. He was bigger, but he wasn't ready! The predator might have reached this conclusion even faster, depending on where it gauged its ability as to how long it could fight with the wounds it had. Nonetheless, whether Brennt's social mind was awake or not, he could tell that Dawali didn't want him around anymore.

"No, can't assist," he said, taking a step away. Another step, and then another followed, with those empty yellow irises trained on the tall but comparatively lean wolf before him. A peculiar sight it was, as if the larger of the two were trying to feign walking away calmly without any anxiety, but hadn't thought into the farce thoroughly enough to understand that keeping his eyes on his counterpart would ruin the illusion completely. A mistake a young child might make.

"Hungry," he said as his steps marginally hastened. "No food allowed for wolves on borders," he said, as if he were a good boy and he knew the rules and would never think of breaking them. Little did he understand--given the smell on his breath and where he had clearly been seen waiting for food--what two pieces of the puzzle Dawali might put together by seeing through that statement. Brennt was a dangerous wolf, but he wasn't a brave one, and certainly not an intelligent one. Today, he just wanted to leave before he got into trouble again.
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As Brennt responded, in the same blunt and emotionless manner as he had spoken before, he stepped backwards, carefully keeping his gaze on Dawali. Knowing now that he was completely right, Dawali stood still, until the other male had backed some distance away. The red wolf did not have the intention to chase this individual from his borders - fr more than one reason. First off, it seemed as if the male had taken the hint by the sub-leader's hostile pose, and another reason might be that that same male did not enjoy hostility. He did not enjoy negative things, not violence, nothing even remotely like it. He did not want to chase this male away, and if he would leave himself it would be very nice. It seemed as if that was what ran through his mind anyways. Two red ears were now clasped against his skull, but he did not move. He did not, in fact, react at all, until a simple composition of words escaped the other one's mouth, causing the bone bearer's ears to perk, before flattening again, even further, although it seemed as if they could not. Hunger? What kind of hunger? Dawali was no fool, and he was very certain in his assumptions on exactly what food Brennt spoke of, but curiously, he wanted confirmation. Quickly, the male took three steps forward and called out with a very dominating, strong and loud voice.

Stop! This freak would not leave until he had explained himself. What do you mean, food? The last word shot out of him, the contempt that was clenching at his chest was strange to him, unlike almost anything he'd felt ever before. Only once had it gotten this close, but even that hadn't been this sickening. For the family man he was, Brennt might as well have threatened Dawali's own children, for the male felt as deep and strong an affection for all children in his tribe as for them. If this Brennt thought he would be allowed to stroll in here to feast on his tribe's children, he was wrong! He would stay and confirm this sick feeling inside Dawali's being, and then the sub-leader would spread the word to all who would listen. The pose he'd taken on reeked of contempt, and now his arms were no longer crossed, but hanging loose at either side, ready to lash out. Ready to chase this individual away, after forcing him to share the truth with Dawali Amara, proud defender of his tribe and its children.
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"Nothing!" Brennt cried out like some great child, backing away even further. He didn't want to fight today, it already hurt and Dawali had claws that could make even more cuts that would sting even worse later. Brennt was unsure of what would happen, and that scared him. This wolf didn't seem just upset with him, he hated him! But why? He hadn't done anything! He was just hungry...Dawali didn't know what he was hungry for! The stance reminded him of Pallok and Fern, who had chased him down to kill him after devouring the alpha pair's litter. Pallok and Fern had died. But Brennt didn't want to kill Dawali, or even fight him. He didn't hate him, so why was he hated?

"Go away! Not on the border, can't hurt me!" He called this out nervously, as if citing some rule to a game that an older child shouldn't break. Despite his fear, his eyes remained as they always were, expressing very little, though his voice fluctuated now with his fear. The way the situation registered would have been very different for the predator, but for whatever reason, it hadn't come out, and probably wouldn't unless a battle actually began. The predator would have ceased talking immediately and fled, cutting to the chase (literally) and turning to fight only if it were caught. Brennt, however, could miraculously manage to dig himself an even deeper hole, or at the least, his weak and inadequate understanding of social rules could force him to stay when he wanted desperately to leave.

Despite his past experience with battle, Brennt had very little confidence in this instance. The predator would have been able to work through pain quite well, but the burly werewolf did not know himself well enough to predict this, and it didn't alter his main fear of being too badly hurt to walk and hunt when it was done. No, what he saw when he looked at Dawali was, perhaps to an irrational degree, fear. Bigger or not, injured or not, that hatred cast a frightening light onto the whole situation. It caused his usually impulsive nature to let slip even more than it ordinarily would have.

"Not eating puppies, can't punish me!" This last bit was cried out desperately, fearfully, but also vehemently. His fear was reaching a fevered peak, and much more pushing would result in something drastic.
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How about a chase, where Brennt gets a cut in or something? Dawali can miss, I guess, if you don't want more scratches on poor beat up Brennt Wink
also, sorry for rambling - got inspired!
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The male continued to reply to Dawali's demands as he had before - dimly, like a child. Simple sentences, and now his behavior proved to the sub-leader that this Brennt wasn't just sick in the head - he wasn't completely bright, either. Perhaps he was one of those who did not understand the unwritten rules of society, but for once Dawali did not care. In the man there existed an unfathomable empathy for lost souls, for those who wronged other unknowingly, and for those who did not come to this world with the same means to survive as everyone else. But this being, Brennt, he did not deserve this empathy, because he had overstepped too large a boundary! He would not be pitied, he should be dead! Or at least not here, not roaming free, free to murder and devour innocents. Dawali took a few steps forward, ever so slowly, his eyes narrowing by the minute. The mane, consisting of large beaded and feathered braids, which hung down his back seemed to rise as the male reacted to his animal instincts and puffed his furs. He was not the larger of the two, but there was no doubting who had the authority.


Clearly, Brennt was nervous, with every right to be. For a second Dawali contemplated - while still stepping forward very cautiously, very slowly - simply yelling at the male until he left. It seemed, with the nervousness that the other displayed, that it would be sufficient. That is, until the loner exclaimed words in terror, which again sent the red wolf's ear tips towards the sky. Only a second later they were hard against his skull again, though, as Dawali stopped moving completely - in shock. He had had his assumptions, and he had considered the creature before him to have vaguely confirmed them, but this! It was out in the open now - and Dawali stood still only a second before he moved, abruptly throwing himself diagonally towards the side of the male. He didn't go at him - it was a scaring technique. Again he did it - jumping to the side, rolling and getting up again standing. The red wolf male was circling the loner, doing so with sudden and forceful movements, hoping to force a reaction out of him. Dancing (as they called it, the warriors who had once taught him the technique) a third time, he spoke as he stood up, not recognizing his own voice for all the strong hatred in it. He stood there with shoulders broadened and his arms hanging dangerously from them, seemingly towering over the other, even if he were the smaller part of this situation. Can't I punish you? Which children have you eaten? Where did they live? Answer me! The last sentence was called out before he danced again, round and round the vicious thing who seemed to think it was o.k. to eat innocent children. He would pay.

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"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.
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i'll take that a sa yes! Wink
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The other seemed scared as he backed further and further away for each movement Dawali made, hands raised to cover his face. By now the red wolf was no longer surprised at his own anger - he was more surprised at how this wolf was still alive. He had eaten - or at least bitten - a puppy very recently, and looking at his scars it was obvious that he had also been in a fight not long ago. It was very likely that the two events happened at the same time, or at least because of each other in some way. Why hadn't they killed the brute? This one standing in front of him was certainly strong, he was large and bulky, but he wasn't exactly near the top of the list over smart creatures Dawali'd met thus far in life, far from it. There were only a handful - if that - other crimes that could provoke similar or stronger feelings of disgust in the sub-leader, and those also came to mind as he circled the other male, demanding an answer. Brennt replied in the same blunt way as he had before, as if he was some stubborn child playing a game, or (which was most likely the case here) as if he didn't completely understand how to interact. Nevertheless, as he finally turned and ran from Dawali, with a sentence vaguely admitting his sin, although not answering any of his questions, the red wolf let loose a loud sound - something between a loud growl and a bark - and put his hands to the knife on his belt. He would - if he got a hold of him - hurt him. To ensure he would never come back. If he ever came back, he would taste the consequences. Entering full sprint, the male was a blur of red energy as he set after the male. An eagle figure came soaring out of nowhere, as Gvihita made her existence clear to anyone around. In his mind Dawali could feel her reek of contempt - for once she supported his emotion. It took him a second before he realized she was in her full form, visible to all, audible to all. The bird flew ahead of the running loner, and dived down with her talons outstretched - an aggressive call following her form and echoing through the sky. A yard before impact she deftly turned away and sped upwards - only to dive at Brennt again. It was her way of showing her disapproval of his presence, and she would continue - relentlessly - until he was far enough away.

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Thinking that maybe this can end without either of them getting seriously injured? I don't think Brennt's in any state to fight someone with a knife, but he can't outrun Dawali, either. The predator will be able to defend itself, provided Dawali's not in it to the death?



Horrified, Brennt ran. Though another wolf might have taken a moment to wonder incredulously why a raptor was now attacking him, Brennt did no such thing, only redoubling his efforts to escape. He wanted away, he wanted to get away now! He didn't want anything to do with Dawali or his birds or his accusations or his uninstigated anger. He hadn't done anything! Not yet! The big male had never encountered the idea of preemptive punishment, and wasn't quick enough on the uptake to understand that his intent was obvious and that intent was enough to make other wolves angry.

It was during his mad sprint, with the raptor attacking from above and the footfalls of the border patroller quickly gaining, that the change occurred in him again. He sometimes felt it coming, as was the case this time, with a tightness in his chest and a general feeling of being overwhelmed and afraid. Being excited also frequently brought him out of the realm of words and into the realm of instincts. Brennt was not a coward, but when it came to social interaction, he was uncertain, doubtful, and lacked the confidence to fully trust himself. When he abandoned the pretexts of society, however, he could calm down, and in many cases, gained a level of competence that was completely unattainable to him while he lived by the rules his mother had lain down for him.

Dawali and the bird converged on him, both reaching him at about the same time. He stopped suddenly, spinning out from any grasping hands or slashing swings from the red wolf, and swung his clawed hand brutishly at the bird, who managed to avoid the warning attack. Now facing Dawali, quite a ways from what would be considered his land, the predator looked out from its bright yellow eyes, a liveliness there that Brennt could never emulate, a predatory hunger that one would never, ever expect to see in the dull, empty gaze of the former resident. What had come to the door now was something else, something that could not be reasoned with nor intimidated by words. Brennt might have been considered a half-wolf by some standards, lacking something crucial, perhaps a soul, perhaps just a functional mind. This creature had both. It lacked the words and the amiability Brennt could muster. Two sides to the same coin. This side, however, was ready to fight, if it must.
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The beast ran, and on pure instinct the red male followed, his hand on the hilt of a stone knife not yet drawn. His heart pounded, but it did not ring in his ears, or beat in his chest. A yellow, steady gaze was locked onto the fleeing form of Brennt, now his enemy, but approached as friend. How lucky he had been, to encounter the male on his way into the tribelands, and how lucky - he thought - now, that the actual village was further from this border than any other constituent of their claimed lands. Brennt would have had to travel deep into their lands before he could reach his.. meal. It was fortunate, now, that the best lands for building had also been the best lands tactically. However, these thoughts were not prominent in his mind. There was anger, disappointment - and first of all fear. Fear of what could have happened, and might still happen if he did not succeed in convincing the creature to stay away. Gvihita continued her relentless attacks on the male as the two forms, lined in mind, gained on him bit by bit. What he would do when he reached him, Dawali did not know. All he knew was that there was red where it had been green and brown and blue before, he was angry,he was a machine reaching its destination, and would await orders when he did.


The eagle jerked mid-air and swung away from their mutual enemy as he slashed out, not running anymore. Had it not been for the warning shriek she'd given, and now a certain feeling of cautiousness flying from her mind to his, he would have continued until he was on him, and likely stabbed the creature where he was, far from his tribe or not. He'd not paid attention to where they ran, had had only his goal in mind. Now, with Gvihita swerving out of reach from the hungry brute who stood still, Dawali made sure to copy her behavior and quickly stepped thrice to his left, increasing the distance between them. Standing there, cautious, and with Gvihita hovering overhead, he considered the enemy in front of him, who now said nothing. He didn't have to. He was something else than he had been, and instinct easily told Dawali that this was not an opponent he could face. He took a few more steps to the left, now circling him again, but to determine whether it was the better solution now for him to run. The eyes that sat in the skull of Brennt burned like they hadn't before, and in addition to simply putting him off it scared the red man who so bravely wished to defend his people. He could not relate to this change, but he could relate to his fear, which now showed him his life as fragile as the finest china. Finally, the man drew his knife, holding it in front of himself as he didn't know what to really do with it - driven by fear more than anger. It was his shield, his life. From Gvihita there was nothing; the bird's mind was on the other male, trying to predict a move, or simply understand what it was. Dawali's voice was calmer than he in reality was, knees feeling as if they might give in after both the sprint, and the different Brennt who threatened him so. You'll go home, or to wherever it is you live. And you will not come back. You understand?

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I got your pm, decided to finish up! Not much to write about, so I gave him a short exit. Feel free to write one more reply, or leave it where it is =P


A deep growl reverberated through the werewolf's barrel-chest, its thick, gray form like a boulder balanced on a precipice. There was no telling what direction it would finally begin moving, rolling its path of direction over the landscape. The yellow fires in the eyes of the beast burned hotly as it studied the red wolf before it. The words spoken went unheard by the creature, answered only by its extended growling, and the curling and uncurling of its clawed fingers.

The predator knew no words, it knew no communication beyond what was necessary to survive, the howl, the growl, the snarl, and a repertoire of body signs which indicated various moods, including the posture of great irritation and warning, that it showed now. Hackles raised, teeth bared in an ugly grimace, eyes wide and ears down, its willingness to kill was evident, but not immediate. It would not attack without being pushed further. Suddenly, wordlessly, it turned and fled, padding with a speed and smooth stride wholly unbefitting a creature of such girth. Dawali's warning went unheeded by the monster, for it understood nothing but the fear it smelled and the strange implement he carried. Its enemy was dangerous, but also too afraid to follow.


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