Fusion {Tagged}

[Rykett]

Due to his mate’s pregnancy, Flint found himself spending more time alone. Illao could no longer follow on hunting trips and was confined to the den. Flint had to leave her to find food, despite how much she disliked being apart. Flint found himself enjoying the solitude more and more. Flint trotted through the familiar forests. Since he and Illao had taken up more permanent residence in this area, Flint had begun considering sort of like his territory and had established a thin border around it. Though he and Illao were far from being considered a pack, Flint still didn’t like the idea of strangers wandering too close to the den and to the future pups.

The thought of being a father felt surreal to Flint. He’d convinced himself that it probably wasn’t in the cards for him. No one had seemed to be permanent enough to even think that a family could sprout. Illao had defied that feeling. She was steady and familiar. Flint padded along the line of scent markers that made up the mock border, patrolling and refreshing the markers. He kept his ears pricked for signs of other creatures.

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[L]

Dzvezda Seren Arevik

Spring, Seren thought, was more trouble than it needed to be.

She was a small, flighty wolf. Her strength was in her speed; her fleet-footedness she often employed to cross plain and hill. But spring erected barriers by way of floods in her path, landslides caused by thunderous showers, and days short as the nights were long. The solstice was long over; summer approached but at a snail’s pace.

Spring, Seren thought, was a season they could all do without.

But still she stopped a little while to smell the flowers. There was little enough happiness in the world as it was; here in this soulless valley, she might as well breathe in the scents of better times. A smell, strong and heady washed over her. It was pungent: besides wolf, it bore also the acridness of urine.

This was a scent marker.

Seren’s head rose. Presently she turned; found heraelf facing an approaching figure. Male, from what she could tell. This could turn nasty.

But she was wolf more than anything else, and so, like all other sensible wolves, Seren took one step back.

Wouldn’t do to make a bad first impression, would it?

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[Rykett]

Flint paused as a movement caught his eye. There was a wolven form amongst the foliage. Flint bristled immediately, his thoughts fixing on the nearby den and vulnerable she-wolf inside. It was his job to protect her. He pushed down his instinctual hostility. The wolf didn’t seem to be adopting a threatening position, but Flint was upwind from the wolf so she couldn’t catch their scent and possible emotions. Flint approached civilly and calmly. The fact that the stranger was a she-wolf became apparent, but it didn’t phase Flint. Male or female, they were still too close to his den.

Flint stated his words calmly, choosing his words carefully, ”Hello, I fear you’ve wandered a too close to my home. I would ask you to not intrude.” The words felt stiff, but Flint didn’t care. He just didn’t want her to know too much. You never knew what sort of evil lurking in the shadows. Some evil wolves paraded their alliance to darkness, while others kept it hidden, ready to strike. The latter were the ones to watch for. They’d use anything against you, especially a newly forming family.