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There was a long beat of silence, which would lead one to believe that the crevice was currently unoccupied, but at length, faint sounds of stirring could be heard from within as Aboki, having just begun to doze off for the afternoon, was rudely awakened by a gratingly-familiar female voice.

One lip twitched, threatening to show teeth, as he collected his feet beneath him and rose.

"What?" he growled up the passageway, letting the echoes carry his irate question to her.

Aboki growled at this and gave himself a brief shake, sand and leaves flying from his earthen-colored pelt in a flurry and pattering against the inner walls of his sanctum.

No. She would NOT come in. He tolerated few presenses in his home and Choma's was not one he wished to entertain now or ever.

Narrowing his eyes, the lanky male stalked up the uneven incline that brought him out of his warm den and to the surface where the spicy winds of autumn were becoming the cold breath of winter.

"What?" he asked again, narrowing his eyes and shivering a bit against the chill as he glared at the alpha female.

Aboki noticeably flinched at her first statement and flattened his ears in dislike.

"Don't call him ours." he grumbled. "He's -your- son." He rose to his feet and turned to pad back into his den. "And I don't care what you OR he does."

He thought they'd already established this when her belly had grown big and she'd come to inform him of "their" impending litter. He'd made it clear he wanted nothing to do with them, and he hadn't been bothered when she'd later brought him news that there had only been a single survivor of the original four.

Why should he care she'd groomed their little accident into a headstrong dolt just like herself to masquerade as a leader for the rest of the dysfunctional idiots she'd amassed to follow her?

For some reason, this made Aboki stop short as he stood, letting this soak in a moment. "Did you?" he asked dispassionately, turning to fix her with his yellow eyes.

"And how exactly did I die? Heroically bringing down a buck? Boldly venturing into the human camps where no one dared go before me?" Just what kind of bear dung had she been feeding this pup? For that matter, what other sorts of ridiculous illusions had she been feeding the others who looked to her for guidance?

Gods, she was a terrible leader.

Aboki, relieved at her departure, turned once again to return to the warmth of his den. He would have done precisely that, really, had something not caught his nose.

Something familiar and overpowering that kept him rooted in his tracks and then forced him to look over his shoulder at the retreating gold female. It was the same scent she'd brought on her the evening he had come to refer to as The Mistake had taken place.

Well, then, good thing she was leaving and taking it with her. Let her bumbling male followers turn themselves into slobbering idiots and fawn over her. He wouldn't be taken by its bizarre power.

"Had other reasons for making the walk, did we?" he heard himself say.

....blast it.

Aboki turned the rest of the way and padded toward her. "What AM I talking about? You tell me." he challenged. His hackles tingled as he sifted through the tangled coil of feelings that had reared their head suddenly, desperately seeking anger.

He was not going to surrender himself....at least not before making it clear that he thought she was a spiteful deceitful snake who was out to ruin his life.

"Others..." Aboki parroted mockingly, walking a wide circle around the sitting she-wolf. "And where were these others the last time, Choma?" It was no longer the scent, now muffled, that incensed him so much as the opportunity to get the better of her for once did. "I assume you had males lined up for you, so why me?"