From Out Of The Flames

[Sheriff]

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Perhaps if his emotions weren't so much in lockdown, Sheriff would have been chocked with shock and fear at the situation he currently found himself in. By all rights, he had every reason to be in shock, given his history. The place he had grown up in was a result of being captured and sold, and by fates unfair hand, history had almost repeated itself. Almost. The result of his second capture had ended quite differently, though some things never change. And instead of feeling like the world was crashing down around him, which it pretty much had done, the only effect it had on him was to piss him off. Though in all honesty, it wasn't that hard a thing to achieve. Looking behind himself, he spied the smaller wolf with drawn eyebrows and distaste. Damned fool was being slow and though the brute knew the other was injured it felt like a personal vendetta against him. Which helped to tick him off just that little bit more. A growl edge about in his throat but rather than sounding like a threat all he achieved was setting off another coughing fit thanks to all the smoke that had set up shop in his lungs back at the crash sight. Just another reason to not be all full of the jolly jollies. Once he had got control of the whole breathing in and out without dying, he slowed his roll so that he was walking almost side by side with the wolf he had once called brother. Now he had a whole other list of things to call him, brother being no where on the list.

With a snap of his jaw, he said roughly, "Do you mind picking up the pace so that we might even think about getting out of this frozen POS before dark?". He didn't really care for an answer, didn't expect any words that would improve his mood, so the question was pretty much irrelevant. Why the hell he didn't just cut himself loose from the dead weight Sheriff had no clue. Maybe it was because Loxley was the only familiar face in this vast wasteland of new trash to ruin him some more. Or maybe it was because a part of him still gave a crap about whether or not he survived. Sometimes old habits died hard and this was a Goddamned hard one to shake. Like he would let the annoying shit even get a bead on that revelation. It was a cosmic joke that the two had ended up back together, despite all he had done to avoid the reunion. The ties between them had been thoroughly chewed up and Sheriff had no inclination to change that fact. Nope, not getting on that train again. Once was enough for him to know that he was not interested in giving Loxley another chance to screw him over. Sheriff was only sticking to the guy long enough to get at least some idea of where in hell they had ended up. He would get his bearings and they would parts ways. End off discussion. After throwing another glare in his companions directions he had another glance around and saw a whole lot of nothing doing. Fanfrickingtastic. Just a landscape of white. Nothing like yesterday.

When the had landed, or crashed in a burning tangle, it had planted a hole in the frozen ground. The snow had melted around it as it burned, the pieces that had broken away stuck in the snow like the forgotten bones of a carcass. The earth had been blackened and the smoke had been a dead giveaway of their location. Yet another reason to move as far away from that wreck as they could before it attracted anyone that would cause trouble. Which from Sheriffs point of view was pretty much anyone that showed up. People just couldn't be trusted, not even family. Especially not family.



Words: 671
Tags: Loxley Arche
Muse: Stirred
Notes: n/a

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[Loxley]

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Searing pain. It was all he could feel at first. Well, not exactly at first. The last thing he could remember was falling, much faster than he had ever fallen before. It was like he was thousands of feet in the air and coming crashing down to earth. In fact, that was exactly what was happening. Or what had happened, rather. They had been taken from their home - their new home, actually - and crash landed on a frozen wasteland in the middle of only god knows where. Even as he laid there on the hard ice with his eyes shut tightly he could remember everything like it was still happening. The sudden impact, the way their crates went flying across the frozen landscape, the sharp pain of the wooden bars breaking and penetrating the flesh of his hind leg. He had managed to pull the sharp piece of wood out of his thigh, but he was still oozing blood and he could swear that there was some yellow or brown stuff oozing from it as well.

It was mildly concerning, yes, and as he lifted his head and his body, his limp was obvious. His companion, however, had somehow managed to get away from the horrible crash with only a mild case of smoke inhalation. Do you mind picking up the pace so that we might even think about getting out of this frozen POS before dark?" Loxley could not help but smirk and roll his eyes in the direction of the older male as he leaned forward and attempted to force himself to pick up his pace slightly. "Funny how I'm the one having trouble keeping up with your old ass." He chuckled slightly at his own words, but even that sound was cut short with a soft cough that had come from the same situation that had given Sheriff his own much stronger cough. For now he let his words float on silent air as he pushed himself forward, not quite sure where his larger counterpart was heading or if he even knew where they were. How could he? They were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by ice. That about summed it up, did it not?

"Where the fuck are you going, anyway?" He finally asked, not at all concerned about his companion's foul mood. Sheriff was never in a good mood, so why should he expect anything to be different now that they were in a strange place? Not at all bothering to limp ahead anymore, the black and white wolf stopped, lowering himself into a sitting position and staring stubbornly at the older male. He had no goal ahead of him, that much was clear. But the smaller male almost looked like a child as he sat there staring at the larger wolf as if his pouting would solve all of their problems. Of course, it would not, but they would not get anywhere wandering across a vast expanse of ice. It was a waste of time and energy, and they would have no shelter or shade away from the carnage of the wreckage. For now Loxley could still feel the warmth of the burning wreck behind him, but the flames had almost completely died out by now. There was a gaping hole in the ice nearby where some of the heavier components had sunk into the sea below, but most of the plane was torn apart on the ice surrounding him.

Words: 577
Tags: Sheriff
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Sheriff]

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God Loxley had a smart mouth, it was about the only thing smart about the guy. Utter tool was a better description. Barely a braincell to be spared. Had a helluva nerve to call him old, given the mere year between them, though in his head Loxley was still a petulant pup. Strange how he actually had liked that pup, compared to his feelings towards this other sizes counterpart. Yeh he had sliced his leg, Boohoo, Loxley needed to get over it. And fast. Biting down another growl so his lungs didn't try to evacuate his chest cavity, Sheriff stepped off some so that his jaws didn't get any bright ideas about putting his teeth to use. He wasn't prone to physical violence but everyone had their limits. And he sure as hell was close to looking his in the eye. Taking as deep a breath as he dared, the dark male attempted to rein in his temper, eyes squinting shut as he tried to get himself together. Sure he had been kidnapped, trapped in a cage once more, sedated and put into transport that didn't seem to understand the idea of staying in the damned sky. Sheriff knew about planes, had seen them as they flew over his prison and heard what his owner had had to say about them. One of the things being that they stayed in the sky until given the all clear. Dropping out of the sky in a burning heap was not on the agenda. Yet it turns out the plane wasn't the only one with bad ideas.

As Loxleys words rang in the air, the larger male turned around in time to catch the little shit taking a load of on the icy surface. To hell with staying calm! As he stared at the male that just never ceased to cause him grief, Sheriff found himself thoroughly pissed. As in the type that had him shouting about the ways the world had managed to screw him. Breathing heavily, Sheriff started in a dangerous tone that only got deeper and angrier as he went on. "Of all the no good for nothing POS I had to get landed with when hell decided to actually freeze over, it had to be you. You haven't got a damn clue have you?", he paced to the side and used his head to gesture around them, "When the sun came up I figured out where East is and from there I chose to go south because it's warmer and we might actually find prey there. But go ahead, see if your dumbass can come up with a better solution ". His jaw snapped shut again as he glared at the silver wolf. After everything he had done for Lox, the male still couldn't resist questioning him, despite the fact the other wouldn't be alive if it hadn't been for Sheriff. How the annoying rat had survived alone was beyond his comprehension. Hell this boy is hard to shake. Why hadn't he just left him already? Why was he even arguing his reasoning? Like Loxley even cared, he just wanted to park it so he could rest. And cause as much trouble as possible doing it. Why did it have to be you?


Words: 568
Tags: Loxley
Muse: Sleepy
Notes: n/a

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[Loxley]

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The smug amusement must have been plain as day on his face when Sheriff turned around because it was easy to see the anger bubble over and spill from every pore of the larger male's body. To irritate Sheriff was occasionally one of the young wolf's pastimes, but today he was being at least somewhat serious. He was in no shape to be moving or hunting, but clearly his older companion did not give a shit about his physical well being. Once again, he only had himself on his mind. It was annoying to say the least, but there were many things that Loxley was able to shake off when it came to Sheriff. "Of all the no good for nothing POS I had to get landed with when hell decided to actually freeze over, it had to be you. You haven't got a damn clue have you?" The pale wolf smiled slightly at the words and tilted his head, but there was no shame or fear in his expression.

Sheriff's fits were no mystery to him, nor did they phase him in any way. "Calm yourself, Princess. It's freezing and I'm getting blood all over the snow. The least you could do is not bitch and moan about an injured wolf moving to slow." He said, pushing himself back up onto his feet and attempting to put weight on the leg. It seemed stable for the moment, but as he limped forward, it was clear that his pace would not be increasing even in the slightest. "When the sun came up I figured out where East is and from there I chose to go south because it's warmer and we might actually find prey there. But go ahead, see if your dumbass can come up with a better solution." He shook his head slowly, letting his tail sway from one side to the other as he attempted to keep his balance while walking on the slick surface of the ice.

He knew it would take them hours to reach anything in this wasteland, and neither of them knew if it would ever even end or not. But what he did know was that there was a deep rumbling sound behind him. The young wolf paused, catching his breath and slowly turning his head to look back at the crash site he had left behind. He expected to see more of the carnage of the plane falling into the cracked and broken ice, but what he saw instead made him nearly jump out of his skin. He had never seen a creature so large, nor so odd looking. It did not have legs like they did, but fins instead. And it was massive. Not to mention heading right for them. His head lowered, ears pinning backwards and tail barely helping him keep balance as he backed up in Sheriff's direction. Whatever this was, it was not friendly, and it did not intend on leaving them in peace.

Words: 497
Tags: Sheriff, Hannibal, Arche
Muse: Low
Notes: n/a

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[Hannibal]

It was nice, walking side-by-side with his alpha. Hannibal had caught up coincidentally with Arche as he and Graham had been headed back to Shyia, and the trio now walked quietly along the plains. "Congratulations, by the way, on the expansion. Hopefully the land will be more hospitable during the summer," the burly male said to the other wolf, smiling over at the young alpha. He had brought much glory to his pack, and Hannibal was proud to serve such an ambitious and level-headed leader. Truly he had found his home with Airila.

Before more conversation could be had, however, the smell of oil and fire hit Hannibal's nose sharply, and he turned his head to look to the side. Off in the distance was quite a sight--wreckage of some sort, near the edge of the ice, and two wolves seeming to come from it. Curious, Hanni glanced beside him at Arche, then down at Graham, the african wild dog who trailed along between them. "Stay close, Graham," was all the male said before he began to lope toward the two strangers, knowing that Arche would follow behind or beside him to investigate.

Just as Hannibal was about to call out to the two wolves (one who was clearly injured, and another who seemed highly irritated by the situation), there was a loud, angry noise from behind the bleeding male. From his vantage point, the older male could see the hulking form of... well, some sort of immense creature, which was headed steadily toward the white wolf without any sign of slowing. Despite not knowing what the creature was, its intent was clear, and Hanni would not allow an unknown danger to go about its business when it was very obviously going to harm someone.

Without so much as a growl, the thick male dashed forward, skirting expertly around the injured wolf and straight toward the seal. His hackles were raised and teeth bared, and when he approached the hideous and immense mass of the creature, he allowed a threatening snarl to pierce the air, which only seemed to anger the beast more. It let out a deafening roar and lifted its bulky front off the ice, settling on its single... leg was it? Tail? Regardless, it was now towering over the wolf, who calculated for a few seconds in an effort to decide what would be the best place to attack. Going with a tried-and-true method, he leapt up and dug his fangs into the fatty flesh of the neck, as one would with a deer or other typical prey, and let go as the beast slammed itself back to the ground in an effort to crush him.

Though he had danced away as quickly as he could, Hannibal felt the sting of broken bones as he was too slow with his front left, but he did not let it deter him. With another leap away he ignored the pain, instead focusing on the adrenaline coursing through him. When he got another look at the neck of the creature, however, he was puzzled; there were several punctures, but no blood, and it was obvious that he had done no damage.

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Tags || Loxley, Sheriff, Arche
Notes || Boop. Graham is just gonna... be off in the distance... I dunno haha.

[Arche]

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He traveled slowly today, knowing that there was no possible way he could patrol the entirety of two territories in a single cycle of the sun and moon. The cold was not a mystery to him, nor did it particularly bother him as he made his way from the Shyia to Cryothia. It was their new home, an expansion of his father's territory and a place that he could honestly be proud of. Sure, there were many dangers here and not as much hunting, but Airila could not expand in the small home they had up against the mountains. Today would be a new day for the pack and an interesting one for sure. He was not aware of the future that laid ahead of him, but if he had known, perhaps he would have picked up his pace even slightly.

Eventually, however, a pair of figures joined him. He was not at all surprised by the arrival of Hannibal and his companion, Graham, and he nodded slightly in greeting to them both. Airila had become home to multiple non-wolf creatures, but Arche had never felt uncomfortable around any of them. They were all canines, and he saw no reason to look down on them because they were different. Calantha had been the first, a female Coyote, and she had been unbelievably helpful when it came to the sickness of his father and the injuries of the other pack members. Graham had come along with Hannibal, and though he had never spoken to the painted canine, he had grown used to his presence in the pack. "Congratulations, by the way, on the expansion. Hopefully the land will be more hospitable during the summer," He smiled and turned his head to face the other male wolf, though before he could utter a response, noises and rumbling from up ahead forced his head to turn in that direction.

Before he could respond, Hannibal was off. He was lunging straight for the monstrous creature and Arche was right on his heels. These two wolves, although he had never seen them before, were on Airila territory and appeared to be injured. It was likely that they had come from the crash site not too far away, therefore they were not much of a threat to his family. But this leg-less monster, that was a threat. Hannibal was barely escaping the monster's huge weight crashing down on him, or so it seemed. But the lack of blood from the monster did little to deter the alpha. Instead of lunging for the throat, which Hannibal had proved would not work, the male dove for the tail, hoping that if they could not kill the creature, they could at least irritate it enough for it to turn it's back and leave. But, of course, the monster was ready for him. It shifted somehow, moving it's tail quickly in his direction and smacking him with it's much larger size. Arche snarled in pain and surprise as he was thrown backwards, sliding across the ice on his shoulder until he skidded to a stop several yards away.

Words: 518
Tags: Sheriff, Loxley, Hannibal
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Sheriff]

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Again Loxley had a comeback for him, though this time Sheriff could see the others reasoning. Didn't make him feel any better but still. Any other thoughts were drilled right out of his head when he noticed the shitstorm coming their way. Whatever the hell that thing was, it was gunning for blood. Theirs. As Loxley backed up in his direction, Sheriff moved in front of the smaller wolf, a snarl snatching through the air as the creature made a beeline for them. Fucking Perfect! Before he could even make a move though, another body darted past them and sprang at the monsters throat. The wolf got almost got away as he was smashed into the ground and it was clear he was injured, though 'flippers' seemed absolutely fine. A glance to the side told him that they had yet another companion, this one heading for the beasts ... tail? As it struck out at the wolf, Sheriff cringed himself as the grey wolf got flung across the ice and made a spectacular skid though the shoulder move was not the way to go. A for effort but still no affect. With a quick breath, glad that the adrenaline gave him a boost of energy that got hyper effcpective with his rage level. They needed to hit a vulnerable slot and from the looks of it, it was Sheriffs turn. Glancing back at Loxley, he told him harshly, "When I move, you get the fuck out of the way. Ya hearing' me? You get the hell outta range". Yeah, they had fought before, but he had invested way too much into that bastard to let him die now.

The monster still had his focus on the grey wolf he had sent flying, which gave Sheriff his window of opportunity. Now just where to direct it. "This is gonna hurt", he bit out as he darted to the side, just hopefully it would hurt them both. Using the things flipper as a lever, Sheriff leapt onto it with one bound and then proceeded with another to get to the monsters head. As it threw it's head up, Sheriff made a last bid for air, spinning but landing stickily, right where he wanted to be. Using his fangs as a way to stop the slide,he caught onto the creatures eye, bracing his forepaws against the lid and his backlegs wherever there was footing. With a screech, the beast shook it's head to remove it's unwanted passenger. The flesh split and he made a scrabble with his forepaws, doing as much damage as he could before he hit the ground. Unfortunately, 'flippers' messed up his free fall, smacking him with its thick neck and causing him to do a repeat of the second wolfs ice show. A double dose of pain through his right shoulder had his vision going black. That damn overgrown fish could pack one helluva blow. As he struggled back to his paws, stiff legs spread for balance, he felt a trickling that told him his right shoulder was sporting red. Whatever. This thing wasn't over and he needed to keep his head in the game, stat. His right shoulder felt all kinds of messed up but he put his head low and got another gander at the situation, ready to ignore the pain and head in for another assault.

Words: 577
Tags: Loxley Hannibal Arche
Muse: Good
Notes: n/a

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[Loxley]

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Everything was happening so fast. The monster was headed right for them and apparently they were not alone. A flash of brown and grey flew by them as one wolf lunged at the monster's throat, and then was crushed beneath it. Another flash of grey was thrown away from the seal with so much force that it sent the second wolf sliding across the ice in a different direction. "When I move, you get the fuck out of the way. Ya hearing' me? You get the hell outta range." Even though they seemed to hate each other from time to time, Sheriff was always looking out for him in one way or another. He wanted to help, he wanted to sink his teeth into that monster, but he knew that he would only get in the way of the other wolves. He would slow them down and he would make things worse. But hey, he could find a way to help one way or another.

As Sheriff lunged for the monster, leaping up on top of it, he carefully made his way behind it. While it flailed and spun with the wolf on it's head, he latched his teeth into the tail. He knew that the back end of the monster was clearly how it moved itself around, for it had no feet and legs to walk like a normal creature. It must be using it's tail to turn and it's front fins to pull itself forward. If he could keep the tail from moving, they could keep it more still and hopefully do more damage. But hell, it was freaking huge. His teeth sank into flesh and bone almost instantly as he reached the monster, and even as it began to groan and thrash it's tail - and the wolf attached to it - he did not let go. If anything, his weight would slow the monster down so the other three wolves could do more damage, for he could easily tell that he would not be killing it by the end of it's tail. "Just die already you son of a bitch." He grumbled through clenched jaws, the sound coming out like more of an irritated mumble than anything else.


Words: 370
Tags: Sheriff, Hannibal, Arche
Muse: Low
Notes: sorry it's so short D=

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[Hannibal]

While he danced away to recover for a moment, to catch his breath. Hannibal watched Arche leap toward the tail of the beast, effectively doing nothing before being smacked away a distance. Calmness filled the beast even as he watched his alpha slide away, confident that he would be fine for now. The problem was the two injured wolves, both bleeding, though the darker one was now attempting a daring leap toward the beast.

From only a few feet away, Hanni observed as the stranger leapt onto the giant seal's back, clawing his way to the head and digging his jaws into the tender eyes. It was smart, and the burly wolf made a mental note to compliment him even as he darted around while the threat was distracted, aiming his jaws at the joint where the animal's front legs (fins?) connected to its rotund body. It was a risky time to strike, for the beast thrashed with a wolf upon its back, but Hannibal struck with practiced ease and clamped his jaws shut as tightly as he could, whipping his head back and forth to tear the flesh before he jumped back again, just in time to watch as the dark-furred stranger was thrown from the head of the beast.

The seal, roaring with rage, was now bleeding from its head wounds, and while it could still see, the animal was clearly compromised in some way. Taking advantage of the distraction, Hannibal stepped back a few paces to take a running leap and followed the other wolf's lead, powerful haunches propelling him to the back of the beast. Another jump got him to the top, and his jaws slammed shut first in the same place that the first had bit, then again on the other side of the head to damage both eyes. Without its eyesight, the creature would have a much harder time attacking them, but it might also make its motions more erratic.

Regardless, the deed was done, and Hannibal launched himself from the height and landed squarely on the ground, his thick claws digging into the ice to prevent slippage. As soon as he hand landed, however, the wolf dashed forward a few paces and wheeled around again, making sure to keep free of the thrashing monster.

Words || 385
Tags || Sheriff, Loxley, Arche
Notes || This is crazy what is happening??? Sorry it's short ahh

[Arche]

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Recovery took longer than he preferred, but by the time the male pushed himself back up onto his feet, he could see his warrior leaping atop the monster and tearing at it's eyes. By the time he was lunging forward to aid Hannibal and the other two wolves, the creature was beginning to turn away. Pain and now fear were likely gripping the monster tightly now that it could not longer see and was being attacked on all sides, by four wolves. The Alpha snarled threateningly, hoping to continue the seal's retreat as it turned it's back on them and threw the white and black wolf off of it's tail. The injured wolf was already releasing his hold on the creature's back fin, and as Arche lunged at the monster's rear to quicken it's pace, the monster groaned and nearly snapped back at him. But Arche was ready, carefully dodging the possibility of damage and dancing along the ice, thankful that he had managed to avoid injury.

The other wolves around him, however, did not seem to be so lucky. As the seal waddled back into it's hole in the ocean, he turned to face Hannibal, his first concern. The male wolf was a friend of his as well as a valued member of Airila, and he was intent on ensuring that he was safe and his injuries were not fatal. "Hannibal, are you alright?" He asked, approaching the other male carefully so that he could avoid slipping on the ice and running into him, which would only cause more damage. Once he reached the other male, though, his eyes scanned over his body and decided that none of his injuries were fatal. They would need care and rest, of course, but he would survive. Then he turned to face the two strangers, who had managed to find one another as the lighter colored male found his footing and moved over to the larger, black and white male. "Are you both alright as well?" He asked, more concerned about them not only because of the seal, but also because of the crash nearby. No doubt they had come from it, and he was sure they would both have much more serious injuries.

In fact, without waiting for either of them to speak, he lifted his head and let a howl out into the sky. Calantha would be somewhere in Cryothia or Shyia, and he knew that if he called loud enough, she would no doubt hear. Surely Rikez could watch their offspring for a short time while she came to their aid. He would need her to ensure that the wolves of both inside and outside of the pack were healed properly. They had protected Cryothia from the savage monster for the time being, but he had no doubt that it would return someday. They would need their strength to continue keeping their home safe, but they could not heal from their injuries alone. Plus, the black and white wolf had a nasty cough that would likely need more long-term care than anything.

Words: 513
Tags: Sheriff, Loxley, Hannibal, Calantha
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Calantha]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The howl echoed through the emptiness of the vast territory, finding the coyote and freezing her in her tracks. Large ears perked atop her skull as her saffron eyes turned back in the direction of the territory she’d left behind only moments ago. She’d lingered long enough to clean the blood from her pelt after she’d healed the massive stranger she’d found upon the border, and then she’d set off, determined to return to her family. But now it was clear that the call was one from her alpha, Arche, and from the sounds of it, it was urgent. Without hesitation she turned, darting back into the territory, allowing the echoing remnants of the call to lead her to…smoke?

Yes, it appeared to be a spiraling pillar of soot and ash in the distance, and Calantha felt her heart thud heavily in her chest as her pace quickened. Over a hill of snow and ice she went, tiny claws trying to find purchase, and then she crested the mound to find…well, she was not entirely sure. A gasp slid from her pointed muzzle as she looked down upon the scent. There was some sort of wreckage in the distance, the source of the smoke, and closer was a cluster of canines, some familiar to her and some not. Immediately she picked out the form of Arche, with Hannibal and Graham alongside him. There were two other wolves present, these strangers, and an odd scuffled look to the snow surrounding the group that suggested some sort of struggle.

And then there was the blood. The scent of it was in the air, and immediately Calantha could see the crimson that dotted the ivory pelt of one of the strangers. Frowning slightly to herself, she slipped swiftly down the slope, coming to a halt at the edge of the group. Dipping her head in greeting first to Arche and then to Hannibal and Graham, her wide yellow eyes slid from wolf to wolf, assessing what injuries she could see and wondering what had caused them. ”What happened?” She asked gently, her head tilting to one side before practicality took over, a sharp look in her gaze as she assessed the situation briskly. ”Who is injured, and where? I can see your leg is in need of attendance,” she said to the ivory stranger, ”But I fear some of you might have wounds unseen, and those are far more dangerous sometimes.”



Words: 408
Tags: Loxley + Sheriff + Hannibal + Arche
Muse: Meh
Notes: boop

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[Sheriff]

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It seemed the battle was over as quickly as it had begun, the creature disappearing below the surface once more, leaving a whole lotta mess in its wake. As Sheriff had stood there, preparing himself for another assualt, it came as a unique shock to watch the brown pelted stranger take a leaf out of his book. Give'im credit, his landing was far prettier than his own had been. The larger grey wolf took charge as the monster departed, causing a distinct chill to run up Sheriffs spine because only wolves at the head looked about as sure as this one was. As Loxley made his way to Sheriffs side, the older wolf had to all but bite his tongue off to stop from taking a verbal snap at the other. He couldn't truely be pissed though, when did the silver wolf ever follow his orders properly? A quick glance over and he knew that Loxley was going nowhere, and as the adrenaline began to ease, though not wholely subside in strange company, he didn't have any good feelings about his own chances either. Stepping in front of the small silver wolf slightly, Sheriff squinted his eyes as they were addressed. Before he could say much of anything, the damn brute let of a howl that had Sheriffs skin crawling. Great, more of them. Even after the throwdown with 'flippers', Sheriff just couldn't put away a lifetimes worth of trust issues and social isolation. Had to admit though, it felt good to have backup, even if it had been unwanted.

Before he could get any words out though, a coughing fit tackled him from behind, the full body shakes making lances go through his shoulder and down his right foreleg. As the burning in his lungs began to subside, Sheriff noticed just one figure coming towards them. Addressing the pair of them, Sheriff manages to choke out, "Thanks, we would've been in trouble if yous hadn't showed up". Polite enough. Didn't have his head going down or his guard getting turned off, if that were at all possible. It turned out the wolf making its way towards them was no wolf but in fact a coyote, the little female spouting questions from the get go, the vibe of her screaming healer. Well fuck. Sheriff didn't mind patching up others, hell he had done it for Loxley on many an occasion, but he didn't like being near others at the best of times. No way was this female having anything to do with him. Since she had decided to treat Lox as a priority, Sheriff swallowed a growl and muttered, "I'm fine lady", before he moved off abit though still keeping between the silver and the other two. He winced with every step, needles drilling through the limb and the shoulder. A trail off blood had already been made through his fur and as he experimented with how far he could flex the shoulder as leg, some droplets fell to the ground. Nothing broken. Close call though.

Giving his cut a few licks, a snarl escaped his jaws as his lungs and ribs shouted in protest and another coughing fit had him doubled over. Snapping up some mouthfulls of snow, Sheriff glanced at the five canines before him. One helluva situation this is.

Words: 580
Tags: Loxley Hannibal Arche Calantha
Muse: Quiet because of the baby -.o
Notes: n/a

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[Loxley]

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Finally it was all over with. Not only did the monster roll back to the darkness of the sea beneath them, but they were also surrounded by wolves from the pack that owned this territory. But, much to his surprise, the two wolves that stood before them did not look to have them chased from their home. Instead, the leader seemed more concerned about everyone's health and well being. In fact, before Loxley had the time to make a stupid comment or say anything at all, the grey wolf lifted his nose and made the smaller pale wolf jump slightly as he howled loudly. But it seemed as if he was calling to one specific canine, for within a matter of minutes, a little coyote was making her way towards them. Immediately Lox tilted his head curiously, but within seconds she was moving in his direction.

He offered her a small cocky, but confused smile as she approached him, but it was soon apparent that she was more interested in his injuries than in his handsome face. He frowned slightly at the thought and shook his head, and then forced himself to actually listen to what she was saying. I can see your leg is in need of attendance,” He glanced back at his leg, only now realizing how much it truly hurt. He winced slightly, but his ears perked and his eyes moved back to her form as she spoke again. ”But I fear some of you might have wounds unseen, and those are far more dangerous sometimes.” In all honesty, the young male wolf knew nothing about healing. Clearly this coyote was more more informed on the matter, but that still did not tell him what to do. Instead, he simply looked over at Sheriff and then at the grey wolf that he knew to be in charge. What exactly was he supposed to do?

He was not used to actually taking orders, but he could already feel himself growing dizzy from a mixture of the leftover tranquilizer and the blood loss. Surely he would not last much longer out on this frozen terrain. "So, uhm, wh-what now?" He said, finding that he was having an incredibly hard time focusing on actually forming words. He had not been thrown from the creature like the others had, but he had been injured in the crash and he was sure that there were still some fairly powerful drugs in his system from the stupid humans that had crashed the plane. Slowly he sank down into a sitting position on the ice, now simply staring at the coyote and waiting to be told what to do. For once in his life he was willing to follow another's commands, but of course, that would only last as long as his energy failed him.

Hannibal, Arche, Calantha, Sheriff

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[Hannibal]

When he had turned around to keep his eyes on the beast again, it was to watch him fade back and leave; between the four males, they had antagonized the seal enough that it had turned tail and slunk away, leaving a massive trail of blood behind, mostly from its head wounds, as the others had somehow not hit any vessels. While the creature fell out of view, Hannibal turned to set his golden eyes upon his alpha, clearly unhurt as he strode forward, no doubt to inspect the warrior for injuries. Just as Arche spoke, Hanni's ears caught a sharp bark, and he turned slightly to see Graham making a mad dash for him, having been watching on the sidelines. The african dog very nearly slammed into his companion, causing the wolf to shift with a hiss off of his injured paw, holding it up before him to keep it from hurting any more from the pressure.

"Nevermind me, Arche. Those two are bleeding," he burly wolf said quietly, pointing his muzzle to the side at the two strangers whom they had battled alongside. With calculating eyes, the trained wolf took in the look of each, deciding at a glance that, even if they were uninjured, they would be of little threat; not because they were incapable, but because they seemed like more composed and polite wolves than that. Of course, it was yet to be seen, but Graham even made no move to be intimidated by them, and the dog was an excellent judge of character.

So, with a small smile, the masked brown wolf turned to each male, nodding solemnly in thanks. He would not engage in conversation yet; it seemed Arche was taking charge, as was his job, and so the pack wolf settled back, sitting himself down on the ice as his alpha let out a deafening howl that echoed throughout the frozen wasteland. Though he was not entirely positive who he was calling to, the answer came in the form of a small brown blur, quickly materializing into one of Hannibal's first friends and sweetest member--Calantha.

Though it had been weeks since he had seen her, now was not the time for Hanni to take up Calantha's time--she was a healer, and there were wolves in need of her expertise. The male made a mental note to speak with her as soon as he could, for he needed to know what had gone on in the time they had not spoken--he knew only that she had given birth to a litter of healthy pups, which likely explained her being holed up and busy for a long while. Her nod was met with a warm smile, and it stayed in place as she assessed the situation, letting nothing take her by surprise.

Words || 475
Tags || Arche , Sheriff , Loxley , Calantha
Notes || Holy cow sorry I had to catch up to everyone. xD Also Hanni doesn't have much to do so excuse the lameness

[Arche]

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Things had gotten so out of hand so quickly with the monster, but thankfully everything was well and though some had injuries, no one had been killed. As the strangers reacted to Calantha and Hannibal told him not to worry, he let himself breathe slowly and ignored the stabbing pain in the side of his chest. "Calantha, you have done so much for our pack in the time that you have been here. I do not know how we would all survive without you. Will you take on the responsibility of Shaman of Airila and care for these two back in the Shyia?" He could barely say the words without gasping or wincing, but somehow he managed to keep a straight face and keep his words from faltering. "For the time being, if they would like, they will be named Airila Warriors, for they both fought bravely for us all, not only themselves." He said, turning to look at both Sheriff and Loxley with a small smile.

He could not pass up such bravery and kindness, but he would be sure to keep an eye on them once they healed. After all, he knew very little about them. "Hannibal, would you escort them all back to the Shyia, and get yourself checked out properly as well?" He asked, also making sure to give Graham a look that was meant to say 'make sure he gets looked at', before he sighed softly and finally let himself sit down. He would make sure that the beast was definitely gone and then check out the crash site to ensure there were no other survivors. Then he had to re-mark the area and find Harlot. She was nearing her time and it physically hurt him to be away from her. But Airila was important to him as well, therefore he kept an eye on all four of the wolves around him as he waited for his words to be accepted and followed.

Words: 328
Tags: Calantha, Sheriff, Loxley, Hannibal
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry this really sucked....we can end the thread after everyone posts if you guys are alright with that?

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