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As the battered lioness shouted and raved behind him, Ragnvard ignored her. He had done his duty, he had enjoyed the fight and had no more use for her or her big mouth. It wasn't up to him to keep the other lions out. Let some other reaver have the fun of battle. Glancing across he paused to peer into the trees, spotting the dark shape of a reaver he knew only by reputation, though he had seen the male with Svana several times and knew the young male was part of her band. Wrinkling his nose he ignored the pitch black male and continued on, though a flick of his tail stayed the bird that had been about to launch off its perch to follow him. Haki would stay behind to monitor the other two rogues and report back to him with the outcomes later on. That big male still intrigued him.


Haki frowned down at the big lion below him, but he knew that if he disobeyed, he would pay for it later so with an annoyed ruffle of his feathers he chirped a soft sigh and settled back down, turning his dark gaze down to the three lions moving slowly along in the wake of his Master. As they moved, Haki hopped from branch to branch, wings spreading to glide between the larger trees as he tracked the three newcommers. He had no idea why ragnvard was interested in them, but it was not worth Ragnvard's ire to sate his curiosity. Clicking his beak with resentment he hopped again. Ahhh, here came Rook. Grinning he shifted along his branch more eagerly. Haki liked the silent young male, and wondered what he was going to do about the two rogues escourting the newly-made Stormborn female.





Rook had heard the commotion of a fight in progress. It was not an unfamiliar sound after all, rogues challanged the Stormborn boarders all the time, either trying to get in and join up, or seeking revenge and retribution for wrongs done to them in the outlands. So it had hardly been cause for concern or investigatino, had he not scented three strangers instead of just one. But again he wouldn't usually have bothered himself with the situation, after all a good reaver should be able to see off three rogues. But the scent of blood had bene thick and heavy in the air. Huffing a deeply grieved sigh he bent his path towards the disturbance, arriving in time to see the rusty red Captain leaving the blood-smeared clearing. Obviously he had given one of the rogues a good fight, but there were two more still to deal with and Ragnvard seemed utterly unconcerned about them. Snorting with irritation he rolled his dark eyes. Just typical. Rook disliked the red male on principle alone, and the very rare times they had run across one another hadn't improved Rook's opinion in the slightest. It looked like he would have to pick up where Ragnvard had left off.

Annoyed by the idea of cleaning up after the red captain, Rook shadowed the three rogues for a short distance until finally one of them spotted him. He had hoped they might just turn around and leave, but it seemed the Stormlords were not listening this day. For the biggest male stopped and turned towards where he stood. Sighing again, annoyance building briefly in his breast, the ebony reaver stepped forwards.

"Are you going to Challange?" He asked in a disinterested tone, his voice shockingly rasp-like given his obvious youthfulness. It was the voice of a battered veteran, not a young male still coming into his prime. Rook was as muscular and tall as all his kin, with a life time of fighting evident in the rippling muscle that shifted under gloosy black fur. He had few scars in comparison with many of the pride, but that was down to his taciturn and withdrawn nature rather than an indication of any lack of fighting prowess.