Intrusion {for Petrel}

[Freki {Freya}]

The impact was sudden, violent, and loud. The deer's shrill cry was cut short as the red wolf's jaws slammed shut on its throat, choking it. Twisting his body, Freki did his best not to get hit by the blade sharp hooves as the dying creature flayed under his, his body positioned directly over his victim as he finished off the grim deed as swiftly as he could.

It seem like a eternity till the buck finally quite fighting; Freki held the grip a bit longer just to make sure the buck was well and truthfully dead. Only when the red and cream brute was sure did he release the killing bite on the whitetail's neck. Fighting to catch his breath, Freki let his tongue roll out over his teeth, his barrel heaving as he stepped off of his kill.

Flopping down on the grass near the deer's body, his coat blending with the fall grass tones to make him nearly vanish in its embrace. Aurs swung back, catching the wind as the loner brute panted. He was trespassing and he knew it; but he really wasn't too worried about it. He had yet to meet a wolf from either pack since his arrival in this place.

He would deal with it if and when the pack wolves showed up. He doubted they would - and if they did, he could gauge their strength. If they were strong; he might flee.... if they were weak, then he could have nothing to worry about.

As his breathing became less and less labored, Freki pushed off the grass and turned to his kill. Fight and flight could wait - right now, he had a well earned meal to tuck into. Keeping his senses primed for anyone trying to get too close, the warrior brute ripped into his kill.

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The sun shone through the orange and red-colored leaves, casting shadows under the branches. It was a crisp, cool fall day, with a slight icy breeze blowing. A tan-furred she-wolf was sitting in a patch of sun, warming herself. Her tawny fur glowed in the sunlight, her head raised and eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth it gave her. Tawnyhawk was alone again, but happy. She loved listening to the wind blow through the trees and the birds chattering. It calmed her nervousness for some time.

The female should have been up and walking, monitoring her territory. But she had been for a few hours now and needed a break. It was nearing nighttime, and the deer were beginning to move. She caught a glimpse of a fawn and a mother bound past through the bushes. Why were they running? They seemed spooked. Tawnyhawk decided to check it out. She slowly got up and trotted towards the spot the deer had been. The wolf followed their trail back to where they had come from.

As she neared the area, a strong smell of blood came to her nostrils. Her immediate thought was one of her packmates had killed a deer. That's what spooked the others. But as she came closer, a new smell emerged. A wolf. And not a Flame or Ice wolf, a rogue wolf. Tawnyhawk's fur bristled, and her muscles stiffened. She knew something bad was about to happen. Pushing aside some leaves, the she-wolf came upon another creature, a red and cream-colored wolf. He was gorging himself on the flesh of a freshly killed deer. And a buck, too. Tawnyhawk quickly pulled her head back into the underbrush, hoping he hadn't heard her approach.

[Freki {Freya}]

Working quickly, Freki swallowed down chunks of his kill, barely taking time to chew between the bites as worked to fill his swelling barrel with the red meat before he was interrupted. It wasn't that Freki didn't think he could take a pack wolf or two... but if his guesses were wrong and there was more then one of a handful, the carcass would not be worth his life.

Paw pressed down on the thigh, the brute paused as the wind shifted. His crimson and ivory head came up in a rush, nars flaring wide to drink in the scents it carried him. Smells of grasses and trees, the smell of the kill under his paws and, hidden under it all, the scent of a wolf. Flame Pack. He couldn't tell how many or how close they were.

With a grunt, he dropped his head back down and returned to eating, this time at a little swifter pace. If they were close, and if there where enough of them, he could loose the meal - Freki was gonna get what he could.

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Fear coursed through Tawnyhawk's small body. Her heart started to beat rapidly, and her muscles stiffened. With a gulp she realized that the red wolf was not afraid. She hoped with her life that he could not smell her own fear. After a few moments, Tawnyhawk assumed he hadn't sensed her. But she was too scared to move. She could run away, but that would be foolish.

Waiting a few minutes, the golden-furred she-wolf slowly sat down. Her fur brushed against a small tree next to her. What the hell am I going to do? Her voice in her head itself was panicked. Her ears were tuned for any sounds coming close, and her nostrils were constantly sniffing. Nothing was happening, so she decided to move. But she needed to check if he was there still, as he might chase her. Parting the bushes, her small head poked out, her eyes scanning the ground before her.

[Freki {Freya}]

Freki took bite after bite without chewing them, attempting to pack his girth full of the rich, red meat before the resident pack realized he was here. Teeth like razorblades slashed at the buck's flesh as he divided his attention between his eating and hunting the breeze for the smells of the wolf he knew was near.

Lifting his head, Freki tossed back another bite with several jerks of his upturned muzzle, then stopped to scan the area. The smell was still there, closer, but still no sign of any pack wolves. His nerves settled, as did his ire. Well now... why hadn't the pack come? It wasn't like the buck hadn't been a noisy kill. Perhaps they didn't care?

Or, perhaps - the pack didn't have the numbers to drive off intruders? Freki grinned. Well now... he might have to find out which guess was right, now hadn't he? Perhaps a few wolves in the pack? If the Alpha was male and weak... There were possibilities.

No longer fearing the arrival of pack warriors, for if they were coming they would have been here already, the brute settled himself in. He moved a few steps from his kill and settled into the short grass nearby to clean up. Tongue stroked over his limbs to swipe the blood from his fur as he thought on the whole thing....

Then again, the wind shifted, the femme's scent filling the are around him. Freki stilled a moment, then lifted his head to look in her direction.

"You might as well come out, I can smell you hiding."

He didn't know exactly where she was... but she didn't need to know that.

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The large bronze-colored wolf was directly in front of her, about twenty feet away. Tawnyhawk lowered her body, trying to hide. She paused a moment, wondering what to do. He hadn't seen her yet, thankfully, but he would figure out where she was soon. He was looking in her direction. The female started to shiver, feeling nauseous. Her heart pounded in her chest, beating against her ribcage.

Ever so slowly Tawnyhawk pulled her small head back into the bushes. Thorns scraped against her cream-colored pelt, making her wince. But she did not make a single noise. Her body was totally stiff. Now what? She was hiding away like a coward again. But it was better than being mauled to death by some savage brute. Instantaneously, the she-wolf decided to run. Silently she rose up from the ground, her tail between her legs. In blind attempt, she scrabbled on the rocks below her, claws scraping aimlessly. Once she got a foothold, she prepared to bolt in the opposite direction.

Tawnyhawk hoped to god the stranger wasn't following her.

[Freki {Freya}]

He could hear the movement, the brush moving slightly. He knew she was there; she was moving just out of his vision - away from him. Depressing.... the reddened brute sighed and shook his crown.

"Sad. As a pack wolf, you should have more spin then this, femme. Slinking away from a trespasser like pup with your tail between your legs... disappointing. Are all your pack like this; is that why you are acting so weak? Or are you used to males beating you down? Come, speak with me.... I will not harm you; it is not may nature to harm a female unless she starts the fighting."

Freki knew his words were harsh, bordering on a little cruel, but he couldn't help it. As a pack wolf, she should have been protective of the lands on which he stood. Was she the only one? Was there more wolves to the pack? Perhaps, she would be able to answer his questions.

If she was brave enough to face him.

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(I will get to this soon, I've been really busy. )