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Elphaba padded along the well worn deer path, her muzzle low to the ground, sifting through the familiar scents of a small herd of deer. Many of the threads of smells were old but two were fresh and one was very recent. She made a soft growling noise in the back of her throat as she latched onto the train of scent. She'd been incredibly restless the past few days, eaten alive by stress. Selia had been hurt again and she still hadn't seen Devvyl. She was frightened to think about the future, frightened to think at all, and she was becoming frustrated with that pup Yero who still needed an adult's attention. She was not as patient as her friend.
Agitated, she felt the need to take it out on something else, to dig her teeth into something big. Though she wasn't particularly hungry she'd loped off moodily for a hunt.

Suddenly something hit her--it broke her concentration. She dropped the deer's scent instantly, her insides feeling like someone had stirred her emotions up with a stick. It was Devvyl's scent.

(Elphie sounds like..PMS!Wolf ninja )

[] Tweek! :3 you Gotta play Yero for meee. And, is it okay if Feanaro joins in here too? o.o Cause Selia is expecting him to be in the pack. -Somehow has Selia in two different places. - []

She rested near the edge of the river, her lower half drenched in the cool running water to help calm her burn abused flesh. Sighing against the warm sand...a shudder running through her form. Slowly, she willed herself to stand up, and limp towards the scent of her den...which she hoped wasn't taken over by another wolf and/or other creature of the woods they lived in. She hadn't seen any of her friends lately...Except Feanaro, of course. But she was trying not to get him into anymore trouble, since the last incident they were in was...quite a problem.

She toppled over, her wounded leg brushing against a tree with a whimper. Getting herself back to her feet, she looked back towards her wound...sighing.

(( xd Seduction is a painful process! And one that I haven't really mastered. *coughcough* ))

She stepped out from the grove and towards the oak tree. Her luminous eyes snapped to Devvyl's form and she paused for a moment. Her throat felt dry. She felt like shaking her head to clear her mind, and took a breath, holding it.
He's just like before! I'm just like before! She snapped to herself internally. He just happens to know..things.

She stepped forward, though her tail was still a little drooped in hesitation. "Hey," Maybe she'd thought about trying to sound casual, but she'd given it up. Her voice sounded exhausted and not a little sheepish. Hunkering down onto her haunches she slid her front paws out until her chest touched the ground with a 'flumph'. She managed a weak smile. Weird feelings or not, she was happy to see her friend.

(( x3 Sure thing, Nikui. Hopefully no one will mind leetle tag-a-long Yero.. n.n;; Aw c'mon! He can be the tolken precocious soap kid! *plots* Now Selia and Devvyl have to get married and Yero has to be the smart alec little boy who has territory problems with his new 'dad'..then Devvyl teaches him how to play baseball and they all live happily ever after! omg!!!11!! ))

Yero perched on the rock beside Selia, watching her silently. He had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It was little creepy, the quiet pup's habit of showing up with no warning. His bizaare red eyes didn't help his image either. "Are you feeling any better?" He whined to Selia. His eyebrows were arched in question, his tail wagging, the rest of his small body disconcertingly immobile.

She canted her ears towards him, her smile broadening a little as some of the tension eased. "..How've you been? Haven't seen you for a while." Her tail curled about her haunches. "I--" She stopped, not sure what she had been planning to say. Her eyes widened a little in surprise as her train of thought vanished. Nevermind that, she had better things to say. "Selia's been hurt.." Her ears folded back as she lay her muzzle on her paws. She could smell her friend on the air now. She didn't know how Selia's company would affect the situation, but she was happy she was coming towards them. Truthfully she was a little worried about her friend.

"Apparently she and Faenaro had a run in with the bad tribe of two-legs." The brown wolf said with an absentminded mix between a growl and a whimper; a high pitched gravelly sound of discontent. It was bad news for all the wolves. Elphie had always though of the land across the land as safe new territory, with plentiful game and the occasional peaceful human. But now the paler ones were moving upstream..

"She was hit in the leg with one of their sharp stones. I think she got it out." Elphie batted briefly at her muzzle with a paw, as a human might rub their temple. "I'm worried." She admitted, focusing her gaze on the forest. "I think she'll be alright but..it scares me."

Under her thick coat Elphaba flushed. Her pulse accelerated unsteadily and she folded her ears back flat. It gave her sharp features a sobered look, meek and docile, a little out of place on her. She locked her eyes on his, saying after a moment. "I--never really wanted you to be in this position." She furrowed her brow hesitantly. "I just..wanted you to know."

Elphie shook her head lightly, as she felt a pang in her chest. Her expression was sad and happy at the same time and surprisingly she laughed. "I want you to pick me," She whispered hopelessly. Turning away for a moment to regather herself she closed her eyes, breathing deeply. A feeling of heavy guilt was setting in, but she'd already admitted it. She looked back to him. "But Devvyl, if you choose her you won't lose me as a friend. And she won't either." Elphaba would stay with these two, regardless of rank, regardless of bonds, and regardless of pride.

Elphie let out her breath shakily, bumping her muzzle softly against his jawbone to lick him on the cheek. "I know," She whuffed sympathetically, and wagged her tail gently in gratitude. "Look, I should go..You and Selia should have some time together too." She gave him a smile, and slid half into a mock playbow. "It was good to see you," She said, in a parting sort of way. It was a fitting statement. Padding out of his clearing she took her leave, willing herself not to look back. She felt a little better now, as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. Whatever was to happen, there was nothing more she could do.

[] Whoo.. It's turned into more of a 'Who to kill to get the wolf of our life' Rofl. []

She remained silently by the shore, which she had just swam over a few days ago to get a hunt in...This was the same shore she had seen the two leggeds come by every afternoon to kill a stray animal that was stupid enough to come close. She sighed, glancing towards the sky. Back into debating on what to do about the Elphaba, Devvyl, and Feanaro problem. Stuck between them all, at this point, her still puppy-ish mind wanted to keep them all happy...to have them all accept one another, despite friendships, relationships, and hatred towards one another.

No matter what, he wasn't going to allow one to be let go. She had come to this conclusion...Yero, of course, was her first priority. He was, somewhat of, an adoptive son to her. They didn't accept him, she left. Second was Feanaro. He said he didn't want to cause trouble, but he deserved a place in the pack with them. Without him, Elphaba and herself most likely wouldn't be here right now. If they didn't accept him, She left as well, with Yero, of course.

Next in line was Devvyl and Elphaba. She wanted them both happy no matter what happened. And she knew that Elphaba and Devvyl both liked eachother. Actually, it was more than just a liking. She knew this.

Yero waded into the water up to his chest. His tail continued to wag, skimming across the water's surface every now and then. He had attacked the last few days as Selia's 'protector', a job that he took with much gravity. It was doing him good, he held his head higher now, walked in a more assured sense, a spring in his step. Being with a hunting wolf had quickly cured his skinny appearance and he was filling out, his coat becoming glossy. He glanced over his shoulder at Selia, wondering where they were headed next. Her resemblance to his mother was uncanny, they shared fine facial features. Though Selia's markings were much different than the silver she-wolf's. Just the other day he'd caught himself accidentally referring to her as 'Mother' in his mind. The idea didn't bother him.

She watched the pup, now, smiling towards him while he waded around in the water. She was watching over him...making sure he would be okay at all times...Always full, and never in danger. It was too early for the two leggeds to come to the opposite side of shore, so she wasn't too worried. Snickering at the pup's antics, though, she yipped towards him playfully.

She didn't mind if he slipped up and called her mother or anything...she actually took it as a compliment. She had never thought she could take care of a pup, whether it was of her blood and flesh or not. This just made her feel better..knowing that, even if she didn't get with Devvyl...or even Feanaro, she still had Yero to love and care for. He needed her...someone actually needed her love and affection to keep them alive.

Yero turned at Selia's yip and pranced over to her playfully, rearing up to plant his sopping paws on her flank as he chuffed a breath of air out his nostrils. From his heightened position he was able to scent the passing breeze. There was a foreign male's scent on the air. It made him shiver with unease. He had an odd feeling, a fleeting idea, that Selia and this male knew eachother quite well. He twitched his ears and willed himself to move a couple steps towards the scent. Selia would probably want to see him. Maybe she wouldn't mind if Yero stayed a few yards away in the brush. Older males frightened the pup.

Selia had explained where to meet her and the others at the new site for their potential pack’s den. He had recovered enough to where the only clue-in to his injury was a healing scab on his shoulder. He was fortunate enough to receive the lighter of the two wolf’s wounds. He decided to rest himself up a bit before going to face the others. It wasn’t something he looked forward to doing at all. Two against one he wasn’t going to make it into this pack… but he had to put the notion of becoming alpha behind him if he were to do what was best for Kahlaria instead of what was best for himself. The pup needed to be in a pack where she’d grow up with other pups like herself. Selia had mentioned that she too had adopted a pup so Kahlaria would have someone to play with. The pup had complained about how boring Fëanáro was and how he needed to play “chaise the fishy” with her. He had in more recent days but he wasn’t very good at fishing nor did he have much of a taste for it. Kalaria had kept him well fed off of fish for the longest time and the taste had begun to get to him… not that he didn’t appreciate her efforts.

He had, because of the pup, grown a bit softer. His expression was not as bland as it had before. He looked more relaxed, comforted in a way. He seemed to even swish his tail a little bit more behind him. To those who knew him before it was a pretty big improvement- but to those who knew nothing of him, he still looked like a bit of a p***k. He had been thinking things over and over in his mind…. Perhaps it wasn’t unheard of for there to be two alphas in a pack? He and the crimson male combined on one side would make the foundations of a powerful pack. With two males fighting side-by-side there was no chance for their pack to be taken over and the lives of the pups to be endangered. Then there would be two alpha females as well, then the two pups to follow in their paw prints. If more wolves joined with their pack they would become perhaps the greatest pack to have ever cried to the moon.

The notion was a bit exciting and might just sit better with the rest of the wolves… it would be odd and rare but it wasn’t unheard of. That way- there’d be no fighting, no blood shed, and perhaps the tension between all of them would finally be laid to rest. He smiled down to Kahlaria, speaking softly as they approached where Selia watched her pup, “Today we might actually get to join a pack.” His tone was much softer and had more personality in it, “There will be another pup for you to play with. And think, we’ll both have a family again.”

At the sight of Faenaro, Yero paced a couple steps in front of Selia and gave an important sounding wuff to the approaching wolf. It wasn't so much an attempt at a threat as Yero announcing himself. The masked male still worried him, but Faenaro was not acting as strange as he had last time. The dark colored pup gave a quiet overprotective rumble and moved backwards a step. He turned his muzzle to look at his caretaker, interested to see how she'd recieve the older wolf.

Selia would remain in her spot near the young wolf, giving him an affectionate lick to his head before slowly lifting her own head to stare in the direction that she knew Feanaro was coming from. She had no reason to try and run away, or even approach him..knowing he wouldn't hurt her, or the pup. When Yero ran a few steps ahead of her, she slowly pressed herself up to sit upon her haunches, since her would needed to get used to the pressure of her muscles against it yet again.

At his growling and whuffing, she couldn't help but give a soft snicker, before tossing her head in a soft howl towards Feanaro. Moving closer to Yero, she'd n** his ear playfully, trying to make him less tense.

Elphaba lapped at icy water from a nearby stream. She pulled up to lick the beads of moisture off her chops. The seasons were changing, it was starting to get cold. Elphie lifted a paw delicately to bother a large flatbacked turtle. The cold water had made it sluggish and it seemed impervious to her pawing. She gave it a halfhearted shove with her muzzle, but was of course hardly in the mood.
She scented the air. Devvyl, of course..and Selia, good, so her friend had returned..and was that...Faenaro? She furrowed her brow, wondering what he was doing here, but didn't show such violent signs of dislike as she had in the past. She hadn't seen him since he was a pup. Who knew, maybe he'd changed. The young wolf heaved her shoulders in a sigh, retreating to the dry land of the high bank. Her ears perked up as she heard Devvyl's bark in the distance, but she hesitated to respond. It wasn't directed towards her.

“It seems we’ve both taken to the pups.” He said with a hint of a smirk upon reaching a decent speaking distance from Selia. He walked to her until there was about a pup’s length between then, seating himself on his haunches to match her pose. He did look a bit different- his expression held a hint of happiness in it. Something that was strange upon the face of the masked male. He’d liked the company of his “little sister” recently. Sure she was sometimes hyper and always wanted to play at the crack of dawn, but he didn’t mind. He would play with her now and then, watch her fish, and let her swim. Of course he was always paranoid about her in the river. Not that he didn’t trust her, but it seemed he had become the official life guard of the wood.

“Have you spoken to the others?” His tone grew a bit more serious, glancing towards the direction of the crimson male’s bark, “I don’t want to intrude when I’m not welcome.”

[] Rah, it ate meh post.. ;-; []

At the whuffing towards her, she'd toss her head back in a returning howl...though short, it was still a reply. Her voice was much more developed, not as high pitched and squeaky as it used to be. Deeper, and much more organized in that of a wolf's howl. Lowering her head a bit, though, to be eye to eye with Feanaro, her friend which she had expected to come soon...to their 'packlands' as they had all spoken of before...She noted the smirk on his face, which was normally tense and hard to read.

She couldn't help but smirk in response, before blinking at him when he came closer. Lifting a lithe, but large, paw to set against Yero's backside, she idly knocked him over playfully...Automatically going into 'protect the pup' mode. Despite the fact that her friend had a pup with him as well, her motherly instincts told her that males would kill other male's pups if needed...even if Yero wasn't hers, exactly, she'd taken a close bond to him, and wanted to keep him safe.

Lowering her head to lick at Yero's side, she then regained her posture at Feanaro's question. "I already know you'll be accepted...but I had spoken with Devvyl before..and it's okay, not that we truly need permission...there's not set leader, yet." She gave a nod to her statement, even if they planned to make Devvyl their alpha, he wasn't just yet...they were just a group of lone wolves, at the moment.

The pup gave a two syllable yip of surprise and indignation as he was turned over. Glancing up at Selia from the ground, his light pink tongue lolled and his tail thumped on the ground happily. Yero could tell by Faenaro's actions towards his 'mother' that the older wolf wasn't about to attack anyone. Oblivious to their important discussion, he batted idly at a nearby grasshopper.

He turned his head to the side in thought, eyeing the little female pup he had brought with her. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be there… surely the brown female was around, and he knew for a fact that the crimson male was there. His pride was still pretty blinding to him… he’d not settle for anything less than alpha in a pack. A stubborn wolf to the end was he- and he felt that with his knowledge of life and the ways of the wood he was best suited for the rank. He was built impressively enough from his weeks of solitary work, running along the river to beat the sticks he had tossed into the waters downstream, chasing the fastest deer and struggling to take them down and slay them with a quick bite to the throat. His work had paid off in both his body and mind. However much he had changed physically, he was still the pup he had been - dead serious and determined to do what he felt was best. He did have a good heart, however. It was hard to see through his seemingly arrogant nature and gruff behavior, but he knew the difference between right and wrong… that was the main reason for his mental struggles recently.

The idea of sharing the rank of alpha seemed too hopeful and childish now. That wasn’t the way of the wolves and the crimson male would probably have none of it. There was only one option left- he’d have to challenge the older male and win. Even then, the brown female would have nothing of it and leave the pack with the crimson male. Selia wouldn’t be happy and she might leave with them- her pup with her. So it would just get them back to where they were now- with two wounded males and still no pack formed. It was a miserable thought… that and he had to do what was best for his little sister. Selia would hate him if he were to fight her friend. This whole pack idea was going further and further from his reach… and it wasn’t a comforting thought.

“Nothing’s for certain yet…” he said gravely, shaking his head, “You know as well as I do that I will not be under anyone…” He also knew that she knew what that meant. He wouldn’t join the pack if he couldn’t be the alpha… and if he did - if anything it would be for his sister more than anything- he would be a miserable pack member with a vicious temper… he might even challenge the crimson male out of spite if that happened. “I just felt it fair on both sides to have an intelligent discussion before coming to any final decisions….”

He turned to his little "Sister", smiling just a bit more. "Why don't you play with this little pup here? I bet he needs a friend and would love to know all about the king fishy." He gently pushed her forward with his nose towards the black pup, smiling softly to encourage her forward.

She would give a soft smirk towards the male, and shrug a bit as well. "Well, we are a growing pack. You're our friend, whether or not you think it, and I know you're accepted with open arms." She replied, and would sigh heavily. She knew he wouldn't take anything lower than alpha..."I understand," she replied, and slowly rose to her feet...she needed to just...get away from a little while. "Feanaro...can you watch Yero for a little while? He needs to play with someone, and that little girl you have with you would be a good playmate...I just need to..think."

She would slowly limp into the underbrush, being a bit more sluggish than normal, of course, due to her wound. After a short while of walking, and mindlessly wandering, she would soon find herself...falling over. Tripping over something. Why hadn't she seen it? A loud yelp escaped her, and she tumbled over, now laying upon her side...beside, guess who, Devvyl. Well, that's lovely. Stumbling a bit to get to her feet again, she gave a whimper at her wounded leg stressing its muscles to get up.. "Sorry, didn't see you.." She mumbled, and just decided to sit upon her haunches, instead, her leg beginning to throb.

Yero watched Selia until she disappeared into the brush, his tail wagging gently. He felt a little strange in the presence of Faenaro, but knew his caretaker had something important to do. Besides, he was not alone. He sat down quietly, reguarding the pup at Faenaro's feet. He was too shy to initiate a conversation in the presence of the older male, and was content just to watch.

(( And thus, Yero exits for a while as well! ninja *sits back with popcorn* ))

"Yeah," she whined, and would look down at her leg..Not bleeding, thank god. "I'm okay.." She mumbled, and would shudder a bit at the pain running up her spine. Smiling at the sympathetic lick to her muzzle, she'd look up at him. Of course she'd apologize..she always did.

((She never tripped on purpose. >> Of course not, her 'bond' always made her do it, cause Nikui is mean that way. xD;...))

She shifted her form to get more comfortable, "All right.." She tried to cover up the quivering in her voice, despite the pain that seared into her hind leg. "What about you?"

[] Short short :O []

She would look up to him curiously, blinking a few times before she gave a soft yelp of surprise when he answered her so quickly. She was a bit nervous, herself, around him. Blinking, yet again, her multicolored irises...she'd sniff and look back the way she came from. "Feanaro is watching the two pups," she responded, and glanced back to him. "We both have a small pup, since...well, Yero was neglected and cast out...I'm not sure about the little pup with him." She specified, not wanting him to think it was literally their pups.

He simply laid his head down on his paws, neither taking much interest in the two pups or Selia having gone. He had heard her yelp but she was with the crimson male at te moment- he'd take well enough care of her and that was that. He was still finding that in recent days he had been getting more and more tired. The would was taking it out of him, but mostly because his little pup had brought him the food he needed so he hadn't any need to be active. Of course this annoied him and as soon as he was recovered fully, he'd see that he was the one hunting for the both of them. He wouldn't be back on his old habbits until a bit later- the deer would still outrun him when he thought the wound was healed well enough, but he was pretty sure it would act up now and then. It wasn't an ordinary wound, afterall, put on him by the fire and thunder magic of the two-legs. A bit of a sigh escaped him, the other pup was nervous with him there... well that wasn't something he didn't expect. Males were always nervous around eachother. -He- had been nervous around older males at that age... especially that white one. His thoughts were roused again by the soft voices of Selia and the crimson male... perhaps he should be included in the discussion.... it was about him afterall.

With a sigh, he rose to his feet, turning to both the pups. "Listen... you two stay here and play. Don't go too far and if anything happens come right to the den." With that he turned and walked in the direction of the den. The crimson male hadn't seen him since he was a pup, so he probibly wasn't expecting him to look as he did. Faenero lifted his head up to boast his toned body and defined chest. Though he was wounded, he didn't let himself limp at all. If he were to make any kind of impression in this "pack", he wanted it to be a good one. He wasn't a weak creature by far and he was willing to prove that to anyone who so much as looked at him the wrong way... but now he had a little sister to think about and care for. It was to her benifit that they join the pack- and to her safety. If he wanted to be alpha, he'd have to earn it in some way or another.

Slowly he stepped to the mouth of the den, looking quietly in and waiting for an invitation to come in... not only was it rude to enter without permission, but they very well not want him for that part of their conversation.

He didn't look directally at them for the first few moments. A golden eye turned in their direction from benieth the black mask upon his face and simply watched them. For the most part, he was sizing the crimson male up- he was a large brute wasn't he? And getting larger. No doubt he was close to adult hood allready. Until he, too, had become an adult he wouldn't stand a fighting chance if he were to challange him. Best put those ideas from your mind, foolish pup. There's time for all that later.

When at last he did turn his head to face them, his expression had changed back to the way it had been before. The slight joy in his eyes from his little sister had faded once again. He didn't say anything for a time either, simply starring where he was. Slowly he turned himself, minding the wound in his shoulder, to pace closer to the other two wolves. He kept his head held as it was and his tail low but not curled. He had a proud stride dispite the injury, and perhaps a vain look in his eye.

"Greetings..."

Giving a glance up at the scent of the approaching Feanaro...She may have to go look after the pups...but, at this point, she was more worried about the two males in the same place at once. She would straighten her back a bit, but still looked quite pathetic with her wounded leg..slightly stretched out beside her. Much like a puppy sit--but that's okay.

She flinched at the slight tenseness between them, and remained close to Devvyl, canting her head towards Feanaro curiously as he came closer to them.

She could tell by her friend's tense form that Devvyl was beginning to grow impatient with Feanaro...which she wished to warn him of...but that'd have to be later. Saying nothing, making no movements...she merely kept herself planted quietly beside Devvyl.

"You've done nothing...." He said simply with what was the equivilant of a snide grin and a shrug, "I treat everyone like they are nonexistant and less than what I obviously think of myself unless they have done something that I find respectful enough treat them otherwise."

He obviously was being a bit of a smartass, but he didn't know how else to behave in front of anyone. He'd been only friendly with females and it was natrual to feel less at ease with males. He wasn't intimidated by this male at all- more irratated in the fact that he may very well have to join under his ranks for the benifit of another.

He smirked, still standing himself up and looking down to the male. He wanted him to know that he was headstrong... and wouldn't be submissive to anyone. It was almost a challange how he was looking to the other male in the eye, a cocky grin upon his black lips. "I have my reasons for my behavior..... I will not submit to anyone on four legs or on two... but I cannot be a loan wolf forever now that I am caring for a little sister. For her sake I will allow myself into this..." He whirled his paw around slightly, "start of a pack... but understand that I will not tolerate being told what to do... I know the ways of our kind, I was the alpha pup of my former pack- the son of a great leader female. I know what will have to be done to survive and with or without me I will do as I feel is needed."

"Ah so you -are- assuming command as I assumed... and already I see you're making decisions for the whole without concent from them." He almost chuckled, bearing his teeth in a witty smirk, "Two of the wolves in this pack owe their lives to me...keep that in mind mister alpha. And you can probibly thank me for not having a lovely meomory of yourself with a belly full of sharprat spines." He wasn't asking for any favors. He could be in a pack and not have any respect for the alpha... he wasn't doing it for himself, "I am trying to save yet another life- make it easier for this one to live and to give her what she needs to grow up happily. I personally don't need a pack- or anyone..."

Males...what could you do with them. Why couldn't they be as sweet as Yero? She shuddered at the tense atmosphere in the room...giving a soft, shivering sigh. "Shut up," she commanded, bitterly, towards the both of them. "You two bicker like pups," she huffed, head low, eyes shadowed as she canted her head away from them. Slowly, she stood, and began to make her way out of the den, limping as well.

She didn't want to see anymore fighting...her heart was already clenched, it seemed, in pain and sadness just from seeing them fight with one another...one would kill the other if they went any further. This made her stomach churn, and she let out a quiet whimper.

Elphaba slid from the trees, she'd watched Faenaro's snide remarks but chose not to comment on them. Dipping her chocolate colored muzzle to Devvyl and Selia her grass green eyes locked onto each of theirs, acknowledging the importance of this meeting for all the wolves. Quietly, she took a seat near outside the den, near where Selia was coming out of the den. Her fluffed tail curled about her in a bit of a flourish, and she gently nudged her friend, hoping she was feeling a bit better. "Devvyl didn't just decide to be Alpha, Faenaro," Elphaba explained to the younger wolf, her voice lacking the majority of her previous childish spite..for now. "He's been earning our respect since we were pups."

"I said shut up!" She snapped back towards them, giving a wicked snarl through her gritted fangs, which were bared towards both of the males. Elphaba's nudge wasn't felt, and the comforting lick to her muzzle was thrown aside for the time being. She had never been one to show aggression towards any of her friends...but...it was just overwhelming her. She was beginning to break away from what she used to be, not so puppy-like.

"Drop it. If we cant get along, there's no pack. If there's no pack, then we're all screwed." She said bitterly, and lowly. "I dont know about you two, Feanaro...Devvyl. But I have a pup to care for, he comes first. He will be safe."

The smirk faded into a snarl... he hated it that they had used that excuse... of course he didn't decide... nothing had been decided. He was willing to fight to the death for it, that is- if he didn't have nother life to be watching. He let out a slow sigh, his angry expression slowly fading back into the sullen one. He wouldn't feel guilty for his behavior... he and the crimson male were bound to have a conflict sooner or later. He couldn't hurt his sister... and he couldn't hurt Selia. Slowly, he turned towards where his little sister played for the moment.... she would be safe there for now. An enraged snarl and bark fled his throat as he turned and bolted. All pain escaped his body as he ran, only anger had his body, driving him forward. His heart drove him away- he wouldn't fight... it would only cause more hate to him. The brown female wouldn't stay with him, Selia would hate him, and his sister would fear him for what he had done.

Elphaba gave a soft whine, barely audible even to Selia. Her ears folded back meekly. She hated to see her friend like this, and she didn't know what to do. Forming a pack was proving to be a stressful thing.
The aforementioned pup had as usual, shown up quite suddenly and without any explanation. He ducked under Selia's paw, wiggling under to brush his body against her chest mane. He sat, cradled between her strong legs, and snuggled his nose into her soft fur, wanting her to stop being angry. He didn't understand.
Elphie felt a slight jealousy towards the pup at her friend's side, but quickly pushed it aside. She watched Faenaro turn and run, but no triumphant smirk appeared on her lips. She was too deep in thought.

She would freeze at the sight of Feanaro running off..she completely tensed up at the brush of air that followed his movements. Lips hid her large fangs once more, and she sighed heavily...knowing she had most likely startled them. Motherly instinct, ne? She looked down at Yero, and gave a weak smile, giving a quick lick to his head to show that she was okay now. "I understand..." She replied, and picked up the pup momentarily, lucky he was just small enough to do so, and sat herself beside Elphaba. Setting Yero back down in the cradle of her paws, she looked up to them both.

"I just want everyone to be okay...give Feanaro a chance, he's had it hard like all of us. I know he just wants whats best for his pup and the pack."

Yero settled into Selia, watching with a quiet respect for what was going on. Elphaba turned to each of her friends and smiled. "Hey," she said, tongue lolling a little in a more casual manner. "We three've stuck together this long. We'll figure it all out with Faenaro and the pups." She planted her large paws firmly on the ground, as if a strong hold strengthened her statement: "We don't have to let anything come between us," It was clear that she was addressing numerous things.

Elphie gave a tiny half smile to Devvyl's receding form. She shook her head lightly and turned to her pack-sister. "I'm pretty hungry," she confessed. "I'm gonna see if I can find a rabbit or deer," She wagged her tail in a couple beats. "I'll see you later,"

She nodded to her friend, as well, and smiled lightly. She nodded, and would stand up, as well, moving slowly before yipping towards her pup. She, too, was hungry..and had a terrible craving for rabbit. She'd hunt a few down for her and her pup she had adopted..it seemed everything would be okay, now. She hoped for this, at least.

[] Closing done~! []