~[Calgary Mountain]~ Wolf RP. [Open & Accepting!]

[Firewolf10]

Dusk snapped at the omega and then turned his attention to the brute once again. "What does it look like flea bag?" He paused then smirked. "Wait, guess you wouldn't know due to your tiny brain. Clearly you wouldn't know because of that." He taunted and bared his teeth once more.

[Jackkdaw]

Jericho narrowed his eyes at the stranger and let out a huff. "Ooo, was that an insult? I'm- I'm wounded!" He laughed sarcastically, smirking at the brute. "But really. I suggest you get your mangy tail outta here before our alpha finds out you're here and rips you to pieces." He murmured, raising his head. "Oo- wait- now that I think about it, that would be pretty entertaining! Just stay right there, I'm sure Alpha will be here soon." He smirked and plopped down to his haunches, chuckling.

[Firewolf10]

Dusk smirked as he ploped down. "Not a smart idea flea bag." He barked and lunged at him once again. Dusk attempted o land on top of him and if auccessfel sink his teeth into the males scruff then throw him to the side.

[Jackkdaw]

Jericho' eyes widened and he let out a yelp of surprise as the brute snagged hold of his scruff and threw him aside like a ragdoll. Growling, he squirmed in attempt at wriggling free, in too awkward of an angle to even try and snap at the brute who now stood over him.

[Firewolf10]

He shook the brute and pushed him over stepping infront of him. "Are you done?" He questioned baring his teeth irritably.

[Jackkdaw]

Jericho flopped to the ground as he was shoved over, wincing a bit. Rolling onto his stomach, he shoved himself defiantly to his feet and wobbled to face the brute. "Not until you get out of our territory- Hasn't your precious little pack taught you better than to go wandering into our land?" He growled between breaths, panting to catch it.

[OreoHeroz]

Name: Falkor

Breed: Gray Wolf

Age: 3 years

Gender: Female

Pack: Peace River Valley Pack

Rank: Scout

Description: (Image)

Personality: Falkor is a quiet wolf, more on the shy side. Her loyalty is strong, even though she gets distracted at times. Even though she is quiet, her tongue is sharp and she will lash out at you. She gets frustrated easily and wants everything perfect at times. Falkor can be awkward around other wolves since she hates socializing.

History: Nothing much - born in Peace River Valley Pack and raised there.

Mate: N/A

[Firewolf10]

His growl grew louder. "You have no business to know." He barked. "I have caused no harm till that dumb she-wolf came along then YOU started too." He snapped and bared his teeth.

[Jackkdaw]

((Accepted, of course, Oreo. x3))

Jericho bared his fangs, returning the snarl. "I have every right to know!" He protested with a sharp bark, his fur bristled upright in agitation. "You're in our territory. Now state your business before the Alpha gets involved. Then you'll regret it, you mutt." He snapped, head low as he glared at the brute.

[OreoHeroz]

Falkor

The sounds of Enosh's protests faded away as Falkor headed into the opposite direction. She hated pups - she didn't understand why they were so nosy, picky, annoying, disgusting, or bratty. Such swines, she decided, pausing to gaze down at the rabbit. She bent down and sniffed at it, pleasure trickling through her at the familiar scent of the apprentice, Auria. Falkor hoped she would be a hunter - they needed more and besides, Auria was an excellent hunter.

The wolf's ears swiveled towards the begging tone of Auria, and a ghost smile flickered onto her face at the apprentice's eagerness. Blinking, Falkor realized that the two scouts of the Peace Valley Pack were missing, and she remembered that the Alpha was planning to drag the spies back here, or so she thought. She wondered if she should accompany Enjolras, since she was afraid the Calgary wolves might be planning on an ambush, though she highly doubted that. Falkor began to make her way towards the Alpha, hoping she wouldn't offend him by her question.

As she approached him, she dipped her head in respect. "If you want, may I join you to retrieve the two scouts?"




Enosh

The pup's ears perked at the words of Azlon, and his tail immediately began to wag. "Ooh - then we'd better get startin'!" He exclaimed, wishing that the adult wolf would put him down. He hated being held by the scuff; it made him feel...little. Which I'm not! Enosh told himself, getting a little fussy as they trekked through the snow.