I E R O N
It didn't look as if Ieron was going to get to spend any quality time with his new "friend". Not moments after he and Saqr had made their introductions had another wolf made an appearance. Her scent was different then the salty musk of Glorall and the smaller male felt the fur on his back prickle in annoyance and anger. 'What is wrong with these Moladion wolves?' Ieron found himself thinking as a deep growl rumbled in his chest. Was it common for trespassers to just waltz into another pack? Ieron didn't have the cleanest slate when it came to obeying the laws but he could at least say that he only entered another's pack when he was on a mission from his alpha. Never had he just trotted in like he owned the place. Back in his desert homeland he would have been killed. And yet here she was all in a huff about her... imprint? 'What the hell is an imprint'?
Hackles raised and a warning growl pouring from his maw, Ieron only needed one excuse to chase this gal off. Something had changed in Saqr's features, if only for a brief moment, something close to lust and yet disgust. Ieron wanted to ask if he had taken ill, but he hadn't gotten the chance. Rogue made her own appearance now, talking in some absurd language that the other black and red boy knew. They spoke for a moment and while all attention was on them, the desert wolf moved quietly to circle around Katsumi. No, he wasn't going to put up with this. His instincts were kicking in and the urge to drive the threat from his home was taking over. She was not welcome. Not wanted. Upon hearing Rogue's remark to the "Diveen wolf" Ieron attacked.
With a snarl, he lunged at the light colored girl in the hopes of startling her and forcing her to move towards the border of the pack. He wasn't going to harm her if she cooperated and moved. If it took more, Ieron would snap at her back legs and maybe make light contact with her skin. Nothing too damaging but enough to get the picture across that she has overstayed her welcome. Should Katsumi put up any sort of fight, Ieron will try to grab at her scruff and force her to the ground in submission. If she chose to fight rather than run, Ieron would bite harder, possibly drawing blood, and do what he could to get her to leave. In the land of heat, sand, and sun where Ieron was born this is how trespassers were treated. Why should it be any different in Glorall?
Once that threat is taken care of, a shift in the wind told Ieron that this was not over. Another wolf had shown up, this one enraging the small male even more. He sat there without saying a word, just watching the group and waiting. Ignoring the others for now, Ieron turned his attention to the new, dark stranger with his teeth exposed. "Unless you want the same to happen, I suggest you leave too. Both of you get out now!" Ieron barked. Hackles raised and head lowered with ears up, it was clear he was not happy and that he didn't give idle threats. It seemed this situation was only going to go from bad to worse. Ieron didn't know he was facing off against Moladion's number one enemy. Tobias, the Black Prince...
BLACK-HEARTED EVIL ;; BRAVE-HEARTED HERO
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