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Pups. So many useless pups. They littered the plains, their high voices often causing a ringing in Reaver’s ears that made his lips curl in disgust. There were only two whom he tolerated, and not because they were his blood, but because they had proved their personal strength. The other two who had made themselves known at the first gathering of the pack, in the wake of Jaidah’s victory in claiming this land, had yet to do so. But the white shewolf had made it clear to him that pack wolves were not for hunting, not for dining, despite how easily he could have made a meal of the two pups. So he often kept to himself, disappearing within the tall grasses by simply lying down. Sometimes he would stalk Jaidah, her silent shadow, but more often than not she had been wandering away on business lately and business held no interest for Reaver. So he remained on the plains, wandering away only when he desired a meal that was denied to him here. Jaidah had named him Dread Father, a leader and alpha to this pack though such power meant little to nothing to him. He required no title to force submission from another; his immense stature did that well enough on its own.
Once more the obnoxious ramblings of high pitched voices caused a ringing in his ears. Midnight hued audits folded back to listen for a moment, recognizing the tones of Widow’s voice, but not the others. His nose wrinkled in distaste as he rose from his position lying within the tall grasses. Slowly he moved towards the area where Widow’s voice was accompanied by those he did not know. If it had been the two boys he would have simply removed himself further from hearing distance, but such was not the case. Whoever these other pups were, they did not belong here. Maybe he would make a fine afternoon snack out of them to share with his daughter.
The snow tipped grasses folded beneath his incomparable weight, giving way to him as he crested a slight knoll in the rolling plains and laid his eyes upon the gathering of pups below. As it were, this snack would be for both his daughters, for he saw Gehenna at her sister’s side. For a moment he simply watched, allowing his daughters to handle the situation with the two pups who did not belong. Sickening green eyes flashed to the side at the movement of another creeping up on the situation, then being chased forward by one of the boys. Reaver did not care to remember his name. But as the boy herded the third snack towards the girls, an adult crossed into his lands and struck a paw out at the boy who was Widow's friend. Despite his indifference towards the boy, he was part of his pack, and Reaver’s lips pulled back and his hackles bristled. Gehenna was attacking one of the white pups, and her father would no longer stand by and allow so many foreigners to infringe upon these lands that were his.
He strode down the hill and into the midst of the six pups, standing taller and wider than the female who barely showed signs of reaching maturity. Bulked muscle rippled under his pelt as a ferocious snarl ripped from his lips. He did not move to prevent anything that was happening between the pups, but his nostrils flared to take in the scent of this brazen bitch that dared to walk upon his plains. That was when he noticed the strong accents of her perfume, the acrid odour of another pack. By Jaidah’s rules, did that make her off limits? This whole concept of ‘pack’ was still new to him, and so he gnashed his teeth at empty air, making no attack towards her, simply stating the obvious. She was not welcome here, and she best get the runts she’d come for and get out.
But when the additional presence of another adult was announced by his airy words, ones that Reaver did not even pay close enough attention to fully comprehend, the sickly green of his eyes turned upon him. He stood slightly away from the rest of the group, and Reaver flashed the female adult, a ‘pack’ wolf, one last warning glance before he lunged forward at the wolf who held no distinct smell. He was not of a pack, that was easy enough to discern. His arrival had been unfortunately timed, peaking the rage of the alpha who took the chance to castigate this packless wolf. He was one who typically preferred to be alone unless he was keeping the company of a wolf he was going to make a meal of. Despite his distance from the group, it only took two massive strides for Reaver to reach him. If he ran, he would chase him. But no matter what his jaws flashed forward, aiming to sink into shoulder if he’d stood his ground or hindquarter if he’d turn to flee. He felt his teeth meet flesh, and then he released and pressed forward, herding this slight wolf who was nearly one hundred pounds lighter than him out. His snarls were incessant, and if this fool did not run soon, then Reaver would gladly oblige him and provide a dinner for his daughters.
(ooc: using minor power play right of alpha)
(also the order of posting is getting a bit confusing so he's a rough list of the order replies as they should probably continue to let everyone get a say in what's happening: Orifel, Hyrule, Widow, Gehenna, Ame, Cuirass, Calliel, Iscariot, Reaver)
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