Bittersweet luminaries watched everything; bones broken, throats ripped out. Each corpse now lay in a puddle of it’s own blood.. The richly thick iron taste of the crimson liquid filled the air, polluting my sensors. I did not cringe, nor did I advance in total lack of self control. I was well composed, taking in everything that had happened; It seemed all that was left now from this event was the pups. How many, where were they? It seemed not even the brujo himself had known. He’d lost them when he went hunting.. Now whether that was sincere or not, I wasn’t too sure - His legs were being snapped at the time, so I felt that some if it probably was truth. He didn’t know where they were now, but possibly did know where he had dropped them off. I doubted highly that pups would have wandered away so easily, but then again you never know.

He looked like a shit father,
And really pathetic in his current position. Oh well.

Three bodies, a handful of wolves still standing. I doubted they needed me around anymore, and when a disturbance arose from the boarder I decided to take a quick leave. I pushed towards Queens and took a small breath, smiling at her like the devil. I ran my eyes along the blood that littered her pelt, before pressing my muzzle to her neck in a quick goodbye. To the others I simply gave a stiff, curt nod. I didn’t like them still.

When it came down to it, I didn’t like many wolves anyway so they shouldn’t feel too special.

I let my pillars now pull me through the dense forest, taking a minute or two of knowing the land to pull myself to where the current issue was. As soon as I took it all in, I realised what was wrong. The feminique that stood at omega position always seemed to appear around the pack, not that it was a bad thing. She saw to most new comers, but the ones she went near we usually lost. There was a difference between bad and bad. She was just plain annoying.

Moving into the scene I raised my banner, hackles dancing to life along my spine. Scared lips pulled back to reveal my still stained pearls, my pelt still covered in that other trespassers blood. I let a deathly low growl rumble in my chest, turning into a snarl as I stopped next to the wolfess whom had been earlier welcomed into the pack.

‘I do not appreciate the way you treat other wolves. Learn to shut up or control your mouth.’

I snapped at her, showing clearly I was not jesting. The soft voice of the other wolfess still lingered in my mind, and although I knew she was clearly like the rest of us, she was still rather polite about it. Unlike Mel.

Turning my bittersweet gaze now upon the submitting nymph I let my snarl turn into a sharp grin, one that was emotionless enough to not give anything away. My face never gave anything away. Auditories did fall forwards though, alert now. I was expecting something from the omega to the side of me, but I was more intent on the migratory who was still waiting.

‘I am Pendulum. This wolfess here is no alpha. She is on the bottom of the chain, do not take an insults from her. Please rise and state your name.’

I turned my skull aside, eyes digging into the skull of Mel.

‘Apologise to her. Now.’

Queens’ had already had problems with this wolfess, and my temper was growing short.