Here I Am (open)

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As night fell over Anikira, Yahvi came out of her resting place where her and children slept during the day. Yahvi was mostly a nocturnal wolf, doing most of her "work" at night and sleeping during the day. She was careful not to stay in the same place for more than a few days for if she did, anyone who was looking for her could probably find her. She had been scouting the pack called Zakur for the last day or so. She hadn't made any decisions about the wolves yet but it seemed like the wolves there still were of good quality although the black one with the other creatures was a bit strange. She didn't remember if she had gone there in the past and taken care of a few of their members before. She supposed she could have but with the number of wolves that she had found lately that were unfit to live, it was difficult to keep track of where she had been and where she had not. She knew that she and her children had picked off the pack called Vashti and the pack called Ferus one by one. There may have been one or two left over there but for the most part they were taken care of.

She looked around her surroundings before dipping her head and taking a drink of the cool liquid. She was always on alert, always listening for who could be watching her. She knew how dangerous being alone was. Her son, Atoyo, was probably close by but whether he would get a drink as well was unknown. Atoyo reminded her of the wolf who had raped her two years ago. She was quite smitten with her son on most days. He had proven himself a worthy fighter and had grown to be healthy and strong, thanks to her. Had the male given her a larger litter, she might have more strong sons like Atoyo. Her son knew, or should know, the consequences of producing a small litter. She considered a litter of 3 and under to be small, a litter of 4 or 5 to be a medium sized litter and a litter of 6 or more to be "large" or "healthy sized." Of course to her, litter size and gender was given by males and health was given by females. Her children knew they were not allowed to breed freely. She would chose their mates for them because she knew best. She could give them either a male who would produce a large litter or a female to give them healthy pups. It was all for the good of her children. Now, should her son not produce a large litter like his father she would have no choice but to prevent him from breeding again whether that be through castration or death.

She was planning on creating a larger group. She wasn't sure what she was going to call it yet or how she was going to control a larger group but it would be for the best in the long run. The family of four was doing a decent job and the kids were turning out well but they would need more. Not only to take on the large amount of wolves still needing to die. She had taken a couple of wolves from Descai and left their bodies in the territory for someone to find. Descai was a large pack. She had heard stories of the great and feared alpha there. Well, the great and feared alpha should be watching his back. She left the bodies to send a message. He would never catch her. She was smarter than him. She planned on taking out the alpha and the rest of his children eventually but she figured she would let them shake in their boots for a while. She saw no real reason to take out the red wolf other than to send a strong message. There hadn't been anything wrong with her so it was quite the shame. She did however produce a scrawny daughter from the looks of it so she guessed that was enough.

She lifted her head from the pool and sat by the beautiful water, listening to the bugs and watching the moon. It was such a peaceful night. That night, Yahvi decided she would allow anikira to go through the night without a death at her paw so she could enjoy a night off.

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The world seemed massively silent with his family gone – so much so, that Goliath would often spend days on end cursing at the wind simply to hear the sound of a voice amid his loneliness. Though he’d never been quite the social butterfly in his youth, he’d still thrived in the security of his pack and the companionship of his siblings, but now he was no more than a solitary nomad scouring the land for his next meal. The unfamiliar scent of wolves mingled with the chilling breeze that swept continually through the forest, but rarely did they ever approach him – even at his barely ripe age of ten months, he was a monolithic creature; an embodiment of his father’s raw strength and stature, and the over-confidence in his posture only served to heighten this feature. He was yet to come across another of his kind that rivalled his size, yet his long-limbed and bushy-tailed appearance emphasised that he still had a great deal of growth and weight to gain, much to the wariness of strangers.

On this particular night, the joyful spring in the brute’s step was an uncharacteristic change of demeanour, and any onlooker might have assumed that his delight was a result of the day-old deceased rabbit dangling from his jaws. He let the matted creature drop to the ground, mangled beyond recognition, his rump bouncing impishly as he pawed at the lifeless heap of blood and fur. Growling softly at the rabbit’s lack of response, he snatched it up by its broken foreleg and flung it casually into the air, barely catching it by its limp neck. It was apparent that the young wolf had no desire to eat the poor creature, as his stomach had already had its fill days ago, but rather, the lifeless carcass served as his temporary companion, to the rabbit’s misfortune – at least until he killed another furry thing and lost interest.

Loping heavily through the forest, his gait hindered by his enormous frame, Goliath headed towards the mildewed scent of water with his teeth bared and locked firmly around the rabbit, the sound of his approach obnoxiously brash and loud. As he came upon the lake, his focus directed at the water’s edge, he barely had a moment to discern the ghostly white shape situated further down the stony bank. His powerful limbs drove him ankle deep into the water, where he carelessly dropped the already sodden carcass into the shallow currents. Lapping voraciously at the surface, his gaze slid upwards in contentment at his quenched thirst, but as his eyes landed upon the shape of the distant stranger wolf, he paused, and lifted his dripping muzzle from the water.

His immediate instinct was to bare his teeth and frighten the unfamiliar female away, but her similarity to his sister and mother made him waver. Her white fur was something he had endeared in Aaricia and Ahri both – but this female’s stature was too… butch, to have any further similarity to their delicate frames.

His tail flicked in amusement, caught halfway between upright and limp. His ears were perked directly towards her, gauging her reaction to his presence – perhaps if he were a shrewd wolf, he would have recognised the underlying strength beneath her dense fur, and lowered his tail and ears to appease her, but he was far too bold for such meek pleasantries. He hoped that she would be shrewd in his stead, for he was immensely larger, with the reckless countenance of a brute who knew no better than to harm a lady.

His pelt rippled as his chest flexed with a steady breath; his eyes narrowed upon hers, neither friendly nor unkind, and dared her to approach.

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Yahvi sat by the bank of the pool and watched the fireflies float around. She listened to the ever present sound of the croaking of frogs and toads. She closed her eyes for a moment to take in the nature around her and enjoy the peace and tranquility of solitude. Then, she heard someone approaching. Whoever was approaching must not be trying to sneak up on her or if they were, they were doing a horrible job. She tasted the air with her nose and got a clearer scent from the newcomer. It was definitely male. It had the musty smell that all males had. She stood from her sitting position and turned toward the direction of the noise. "Who goes there?" Yahvi said with no fear in her voice. Then, a figure burst through the tree line and headed straight for the water. The brutish female watched him lap up the cool water. The pup couldn't have been over a year old by the development of his frame. A lesser trained wolf may not have noticed due to his size but to Yahvi, it was clear as the sky was blue. The pup had brought with him an old dead rabbit. Yahvi wrinkled her nose at the stench.

After the pup was done getting his fill of water, he turned and looked at her silent figure. His eyes were squinted but Yahvi didn't fear him. She payed his poor attempts at proving his toughness no mind. She put a soft smile on her face and started to walk toward him. She didn't fear him one bit. "Such a bold child. Didn't your mother ever tell you to respect your elders, dear?" The young pup's size rivaled her own son's who was twice his age at least. She was a bit impressed but what wasn't impressive was his attitude. Pups should respect adults. Yahvi's tail was raised but not curled. If this pup was smart, he would submit. She was debating keeping him alive. She and her kids had their fill of food already and it would be a waste to waste this boy's meat. She looked him over as if she was looking at an object as she waited for his response.