The sweet smell of blood was enough to attract any vampire to the borders, and Serris was no different. The crimson aroma found him and his legs began to move of their own accord, knowing very well what their master craved. He only bothered to scent the air en route, finding Aindreas’ scent already present at the scene of interest. For a second he feared the young boy had hurt himself and was whimpering on the borders about his plight, but a little detective work soon revealed to him that there lay another perfume laced with his, and it was from this estrogen that the life must be flowing. But a creature of estrogen she seemed not, for Serris could barely detect any in her identity. And a fear began to grow in his heart, a bud of charcoal that was sure to sprout nothing but thorns. His midnight coat blending in easily with the shadows of the hour, his silhouette blending in and out of each, every step precise. He knew this forest better than he knew his own pelt, each little nuance and peculiarity etched into the very surface of his mind. Why, when he grew old he could surely traverse these lands, even if his eyes drained and faded to white.
He arrived just in time to hear his member’s last words, a sort of sideways comment that made his eyebrow peak in interest. Not bad, was it? And surely he had challenged this for this pack on the grounds of it being ‘not too bad’. A sneer rose onto his kissers, dripping with sarcasm or saliva, he wasn’t quite sure which. It faded before he emerged though, falling off his features like rain off his derma. He coolly padded up beside his newest warrior, swatting his blackened plume against the alabaster boy’s flank in greeting. He leaned his maw towards Aindreas, giving a reply to his latest comment. “From anyone else, I’d take that as an insult.” His words were light-hearted, yet deep with subtle praise and subtle warning. If this kid was smart enough, he’d figure it out.
It was then that Serris turned to the newcomer, and all was as he feared. A pup. Another stupid pup. First he had Kobato to deal with, and now this girl was expecting to just waltz into his borders as well? Why, Kobato had nearly killed him, and he her, and he did not wish to repeat any of that. Even, if she was not like the mottled femora, this newcomer still looked like no suitable match to his pack. It seemed she had cut her paw, and now she was laying on his borders sulking about it? He wished for warriors, those strong of heart and strong of mind, and those willing to offer respect. Misfit or cannibal, maimed monsters come all! But little girls? He could hardly control the bristling of his fur, the pelt upon his neck and rump puffing slightly. The Alpha padded forward a few steps, oceanic portals growing cold, frost forming at their edges. “You best run home to your mother, welp. I do not take kindly to pups.” His words were direct, to the point. He had no time to waste. And this lass’s time would soon run out if she chose to stay and press her luck.
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