Lord or Lacky?? {OPEN}

[Freki {Freya}]

Pack land or not, Freki liked this place. It was wonderful, with so much new life coming and going from it. The hunting was good, be it hooved or scaled, and no one as of now had attempted to drive him off. In fact, he had yet to see another wolf aside from Cynder and the skittish Flame Pack femme. The scarlet toned brute grinned.

Well, he had choices at least. Attempted to force or smooze his way into a pack that, which didn't seem like it would be all that hard, or sit here in the River's cool air and be a loner. Or maybe he'd just start making the river as his own? Tongue rolled out of his jaws as he toyed with the thought. Make a pack or steal one? Temptations.....

[pit]

As pit a member of the flame pack patrolled the territory. He scent marked the areas like a alpha should. It's been awhile since pit has seen the alpha female. As pit walked on threw the woods he went towards the the river. What he saw was another wolf.

But as he sniffed the air he smelled it was a male. As pit walked out the bushes, he let out a growl. And said( why do you insist on investing flame pack territory. This step may be your last). As pit finished what he said he bared his fangs ready to chase the enemy off the flame pack lands. As pit thought to himself( I must win this fight I have to fight him off for flame pack territory).

[Freki {Freya}]

Freki barely gave the stranger a look at first, lost in his own thoughts and plans. It wasn't until he closed and the the young wolf's growling words filled the air did the ronin brute turn his eyes to the littler male. Flame pack range? The river was not claimed by the flame wolves and Freki knew this. The fire and ash wolf pushed to his fours, rounding to glare at the other.

"You, little man, have no idea what you are talking about. River is neutral grounds... for now. No Flame wolves piss their claim here, so run back and hide behind Tawny before I do something you might regret."

Freki didn't really want to hurt him, that was true.... but to be threaten, and specially so falsely, made the warrior's spirit in him burn. He wasn't about to back down to this liar - flame wolf or not. Pack or not.

Answering the strangers flash of fangs with his own, lips curled back to show sickle like ivory canines to the light. Hackles raised, fur flaring around his shoulders like the mane of a lion as Freki assumed the stiff legged pose of battle. Ears up, eyes bright, his body nearly trembled with the rage.

"I will give you one chance.... one. Back down, or I'll flood MY river with YOUR blood, Flame brat."

OOC: And just so you DO know Pit, the River is a LONER land, not a Pack range.