I felt the wind entwine it’s long, harsh fingers within my pelt. A shiver wrapped itself around my spine, but I did not let it move any further through my system. I was almost there now, almost at the territory that my sister had taken claim of. She was a good wolfess but I knew that she was to need some assistance yet; the nymph had a weakness to turn slightly soft when it came to large welcoming eyes and a certain type of persona. It was something I had tried to change in her, explaining how it had already brought her down once or twice in other situations - she did not care, and so we had planned therefore for me to come and help her out. After all, our bond was near unbreakable as it was and we made a stunningly dangerous team. I was the assassin and violent but strategic brujo, she was the poison; mess with us and your would die. No questioning, just because we held little more power over a piece of land did not mean we would change how we had previously lived. That was simply with the moral of killing anyone whom happened to get in our way, and I was sure there would be no hesitations to draw blood on these new grounds either.

My large ghostly paws dragged me forwards, dual sensors now burning with that familiar scent of my sibling. She seemed to had already gone around and marked the place out quite well, I was proud of her.. I was not much older, but just that bit old enough that it made a difference. Whether she hated me or not I would always love her and be just as defensive as I was now over the short temptress.

As I finally drew upon the lands I quickly assessed the situation; the alphess was with another brujo, and we had one waiter at the boarders. I would see to him as I was already sure of my position within her ranks, and I didn’t want to interrupt her conversation just yet. Instead I continued along where I had entered from before coming across the migratory. My banner rose, curling over my vertebrae in a clear show I was the other leader in this situation -- All the scents that littered my pelt were foreign but they wouldn’t dare question me on these lands. Any smart enough wolf would be able to pick up that small link between our scents as it was.

I pulled myself from the inner most side of the pack and headed towards where the brujo submitted, lips pulling back in a snarl to show my stained tools.

‘This is Munashii Gekko, state what you want brute or get the fuck up and move along.’

There was no playing nice just yet, maybe if he showed he was worth it then I would be a bit politer.