The last few seasons had been… rough. He still wasn’t convinced he was exactly well good at this. Rougaru, as Faol’an named him was an odd creature, and Mugen also blamed himself that he was a little.. Well messed up, but it made him look weirdly tough too. Mugen had tried to be something like a father but everything was stiff and awkward, nothing came naturally to him at all, and honestly he found himself distancing himself more often than not from both Faol’an AND him if he could avoid it. He did small things like dropping food at the den, but he basically abandoned his den by the beach when he could. One one side it made him more… productive sort of. He was “working” a lot more, checking the borders and whatever else that he was actually “supposed” to be doing. Really though he was simply avoiding them. He wasn’t sure what he felt anymore, mostly like garbage he guessed. That was probably his true element, and he thought he had accepted that, then Faol’an came and screwed that all up, now she felt worse than garbage.
He had been hanging around that night, keeping an eye out, and as per his lately usual, avoiding his old den at the beach. However, the scent of someone, of Glorall specifically, caught his nose. Sure Mugen knew of Aster’s weird deal with one of the wolves. He didn’t know his name, but he knew the scent that had floated here and there and this was not that scent. After her trick of ‘stealing’ the Alpha he wondered if she might have well… pissed them off a bit. He thought about ignoring it, but instead seeing the direction it was going took off after the scent, following it through the lands at a jog, which was impressive really seeing as he usually didn’t have that kind of pep, that turned into a faster run the closer it got to the den to which he pretty much abandoned but knew was still occupied. Faol’an and Rougaru.
There was something between panic and rage that hit him as he started running faster and faster, finally spotting some dark figure not far from the beach side den. It was in site but slightly a ways a way still. A loud snarl ripped from Mugen, his messed up vocals from his clash with Aranck causing them to rasp here and there as he charged in. He would KILL HIM. He would! NO ONE TOUCHED HER. His tan form ripped after the brute, but he was quick too and the element of surprise was lost since Mugen so happily announced himself with his rage. He followed that bastard all the way out of the lands, barking, snarling, swearing and otherwise making a racket all across the lands, running the would be thief away until he was well across the borders.
”I hope the NIGHT BEASTS fucking KILL YOU and if you come back you’ll WISH they had!” He roared after the intruder, breathing heavy and labored from totally not being out of shape or anything. He probably woke up the entire pack with his tirade, which was perfectly fine by him. Sick brother or not he now had a serious bone to pick with Aster, the would be new CHILD Empress.
He marched across the land his body steal heaving but his rage carried him forward until he found her. Any words she would say before he managed to get in her face as close as he could, where completely on deaf ears. He could hear his heartbeat and barely anything else. ”YOU! You did this! YOU ENDANGERED MY FAMILY WITH YOUR GAMES!” He roared in her face. He didn’t care if she was the goddamn queen of all Moladion, if she would string him up by his nub tail or bite his face, he didn’t give a single flying frack. After all why else would Glorall try to steal wolves of Asteraia? Why did they have any reason at all to try to steal anyone from here? It was because she had to muck around and toy with their alpha. He was sure of it. He was still heaving, and he didn’t care who showed up or heard him. He was pissed and everyone would know it. They actually made him give a damn and that made him all the more angry.
Having feelings sucked.