Fenrir had been aware of a visitor for a few moments before his brothers, his head lift becoming the reason that Neirin seems to attend her direction as she arrives, followed at her voice by Ifrit and Seamus.
It is no doubt a curiosity for them, a Moladion wolf smelling so much more of “home” than themselves, but the stillness in them does not betray that intrigue. They are beasts accustomed to war, to fighting, to being on their guard. Six years since the Royal Bear’s defeat in Nanrua and there was almost zero percent change in their manner when something of an unknown quality is mixed in with their foursome. They stand erect, or at least those who were standing, and Fenrir lays with his head lifted at the very least. They hear her, “Are you all brothers, then?”
“Who are you?” his voice is deadpan and though it seems uninterested, it is more coarse than that. He is not glad to have an intruder in their midst, and less glad that she is lovely and reminds him so much of his Doe in that wary way she stands and yet still faces them head on. Ifrit is not so tall, but his two hundred pounds makes her seem impotent by way of attack, and Seamus’s agility would otherwise defend them if she had a motive that did not suit them-- “Peace, Fenrir! Great shining Moon Mother, man, it is only a question.” interrupts the golden male, the white of his face both for his handsome years and his natural color. “We aren’t blood, if that is what you mean, miss.”
“If we had to share blood, I’d rather it not be with the grump...” Ifrit remarks, boldly (stupidly) and with a sneer sent towards the rather venomous glance of sickly pale green before forcing the brighter green away from those eyes. Even though smaller, Fenrir was most certainly his superior in a fight. Too much a tactician, and yet those ears to the side have proven him complacent in lieu of his alpha’s command. The red wolf turns back to her - “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing,” he says then, cooing to her as he returns his gaze to rake down her littler form, “What’s a bitc---”
With a suddenness like the meteor that eradicated Old Moladion, Fenrir is launched from his laying position and into a full leap with snarling teeth ripping at the red hide of his would-be brother as they tumble further from the group and leave the two remaining wolves staring boredly after them for a few moments until the snarling is muffled by foliage and distance. “Well, there you have it, boys will be boys,” the deep chocolatey brown male intones, smaller and closer to her size, he seems to carry himself with care as he takes a few tentatively friendly steps towards her. “Ifrit is not the most… kindly of sorts, and Fenrir abides no stupidity he can stop....” he attempts to explain - but by then, Neirin has pulled up alongside Seamus and took one step ahead to assert his desire for the female’s attention.
“I must beg your pardon, my brothers and I are perhaps a little out of practice when it comes to company...” and with a charming light in his eyes he tilts his head and introduces them, “I am Neirin, this is Seamus, and those two are my beta Fenrir and his victim, your aggressor, was Ifrit.” he lets his tail wag slow, but confident and Seamus’s isn’t too much slower to follow. “What is your name?”
WE ALWAYS FIND OUR WAY BACK HOME
the first children of the original moladion packs
of trenus | of scotavia | of solevion | of ferrine
shining prince | dragonborn | red barron | shadow-grin
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