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Already the earthly toned boy had found his mood orientated at the bottom end of foul and heavy, his very throat constricting with the irritability of a continuous rattling growl, as his patience unsubtly frayed. His need for a sleep was overwhelming, but the very moments in which he found himself stilled long enough to try, the steady dripping of water droplets cascading onto the surface of a pool where like nails on a chalkboard, resounding in his auditory canals in the most invasive manner possible.

And as he'd quite literally stormed out of the shelter of cave he'd been trying to settle in, he purposefully threw a creamy paw into the offending puddle in way of a teenage tantrum, as if the very act itself would teach the inanimate object a lesson. He wandered through the territory with the weight of the world on his shoulders, his ears splayed as heavy rain stuck his coat to his muscular frame and the beige pattern of his underside had bunched to a "v" with its own water-source. Wet, cold, miserable and finding there was little to improve his mood, the male sunk further into an irritable mood and it certainly wasn't helped when the flash of white eddied into his mismatched vision.

Intrigued by the sudden monochromatic colour on the edge of border, in an otherwise wet and dreary surroundings, Hawkspur drew to a halt that consequently wasn't too far from Tiamat. His headpiece was high, ears preened to attention despite the weight adage and his tail swung rather laxly behind his dark grey quarters. "You're another one of them, aren't you?" He growled, the thick accent of distaste weaving keenly into his voice. "You know, I've known rocks cotton on faster than you idiots."

His attention wavered from her momentarily to glance around the area, unaware of the cave that unwittingly lead her and every other of their ignorant kind into their midst, to wonder how she'd sprung up out of nowhere. "Where are you all coming from anyway? Are you all just popping out of the ground now, purposefully trying to piss me off?"

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WLC! — 100

Cochise ultimately came from a different direction but towards the same light pinpoint on the horizon. She had started to become a little more tempted to get closer and closer to the strange wolves who had been venturing around, and as the days grew shorter and shorter, the quicker that the medic had become ready to approach these foreigners. The closer to the white-haired wolf she got in the rain, the more evident Hawkspur became to her and she threw him a haphazard look for a moment, dwindling behind as he approached the wolf first.

“I’d like to know that as well, some nerve you have trespassing.”

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The stocky bulk that comprised Hawkspur's earthly toned form pushed past Tiamat with a depthy grunt expelling from the depths of his throat. He drew to a surprising halt near her tail's would-be cessation had it not been curled around her tender hocks and the very expression that donned the boy's façade was hard to pinpoint. But those eyes where flickering over the stony walls of the Mount with lightning fast precision, much like a bush-fire springing across dry, starved grasses in the Savannah, never lingering on one crag for more than it was necessary.

Then, they were suddenly spurned to an eerie halt, given the quickness of their previous movements not seconds ago, and his whole bodice seemingly perched on the simple discovery of such. Sheltered behind the verdant scrubbery that leant itself nicely to the foot of the granite wall was the edgings of an opening, plainly visible as if the simple knowledge of its very existence would bring it shimmering from behind its veiled shroud. A further splice of irritation would work its way into the rattle of his throat that pronounced the stark feelings of inadequacy: that it had taken a stranger to point out something they should've known was there all along.

Yet, despite whatever feelings the source inspired within the young male, that tapped well of information would prove to be invaluable in the future, he was almost sure. Spinning on those creamy-lined paws to direct its form in the bearing from which he had just come, he fluidly moved to the breadth of Tiamat's shoulder – keeping a respectful distance between their respective coats, for his sake more than hers – where an intrusive gaze would idly sweep the rear of her headpiece before sweeping toward his Hó'nehe counterpart. "If what you're saying is true, I doubt your valley wolves would send you here to apologise to a bunch of ghosts." A predatory swish of his plumed tail would stir the stale air beside their respective hinds, "Not unless you've all developed a severe allergy to being passed through."

Yet despite the clipped edges of his nature and obvious mood, a transformation was to quite suddenly take place. The distance between the male and female would lessen as he brushed shoulder with shoulder and the bridge of his muzzle would seek the pearly underside of hers to encourage her to lift herself from this quickly deemed unnecessary submissive gesture. His gaze, previously filled with the world of disapproval, where now characteristically soft and what could only be deemed as a welcoming and friendly smile now pulled his muzzles ebony lips upward pleasantly.

"I can assure you we aren't ghosts anymore than you are." He murmured softly, warmly… politely. "But, my dear, let's forget all this nonsense. Do you have a name?" And then hidden by his favourable position at the side of this female, a knowing gaze would temporarily grasp Cochise's with the flicker of a wicked smile. A lot more was to be gleaned from his wolfess and being nice enough to get at it wasn't about to kill him.

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WLC! — 100

So paint it black.

I can be such a delay pup, sometimes. :|

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The ivory brush of Tiamat's chin would not stay lightly lodged on his burnt orange bridge for long and politely she would remove it, flicking her darker gaze over him that was largely reminiscent of what most female's caught in her position would do. He, however, disregarded its very presence as if it never happened, as if she had instead enjoyed the very fabric of his touch and seamless attention. The rapture of her words—besides her name—where largely standard and certainly nothing he'd never heard before until she uttered mention of a Silver Creek. And later a Nova Mountain.

This quartet of words snagged his attention and his creamy flecked ears would twitch to their lengths as if to earmark his sudden and undivided interest in what they meant. Never before had any mentioned those words to him and he was curious as to why Tiamat was giving them such importance now in her explanations. "Silver Creek?" He repeated back at her, feeling the foreignness lacerating the surface of his tongue unpleasantly, "Nova Mountain?" The quirk of his brow would pitch and escalate his misinformed confusion, "What are they, exactly?"

Then as if remembering that she had requested information from the Hó'nehe pair and that it was probably best not to give her the run around as he usually would when presented with such an unimportant query in his eyes, he pandered luxuriously to her tastes, even emphasising the Cheyenne lilt of his accent for her added benefit. "Hawkspur. And this "hole under Nova Mountain" would be Hó'nehe-htso'e: the land of the Hó'nehe."

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Good, there wasn't anyone else behind her. No one else to come and try and interfere with any plans that were bound to unfold as the conversation continued. Once again, the medic remained the quieter of the Hó’nehe pair, at first the only thing that she had to utter was her own name back in return — "Cochise," and let it go at that. While Hawkspur was being rather friendly in his own little, annoying way, she was observant of other things. So far, she had felt like Tiamat had been honest with them, but for how long would that go on for? Others had probably lied to them, and so many others had been hostile already. It could have all been a very articulate ploy.

"And what makes you think that we're interested in your apology. I really don't see how just your apology makes up for the fact that we've already had thieves come in here, and many more who are terribly hostile. The Hó’nehe have done nothing to deserve this," she said, almost a little flabbergasted at the fact that well, they were basically being invaded one way or another. And what had they done? Not one thing except mind their own business.

So, there was a creek with a Silver quality to it, a mountain in shadow, a mountain with a bright star—however the hell that worked—and a field full of strawberries, up there, existing as their neighbours whether directly or indirectly. And then she proceeded to class the Tribe as one of them. If ever there was a barb to scrap against a raw wound that comment would have to be it and Hawkspur snorted indignantly, letting the avenues of disgust filter openly across his handsome features. "Four." He reiterated strongly, "We're not one of you and have no wish to be either." At this point, as Tiamat began testing the weight of the Cheyenne word against her tongue, he stalked back to the side of Cochise, seating himself next to her, evidently fed-up of the Creek wolf's presence here.

Then came the stream of innocence from her white muzzle after Cochise listed some of their wrongs against the Tribe and whether it was genuine of not, Hawkspur could've cared less. He rolled his eyes and snorted again, pulling his head up as he practically glared at her in the piercing way the differing colour of his eyes always aided him with. "Has anyone been injured?" "Not yet," Spur replied pointedly, not relieving her pretty form from his stare and prickling his hackles just to emphasise his meaning. He then thought he spoke plainly for both him and Naa'eve: " Yeah, leave."

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WLC! — 100

"Yes, I think leaving would be the wise thing to do. It isn't to say that we won't keep what you've said in mind, but I think you'd do well to remind your little friends that we are here." Cochise spoke calmly, if not smoothly. She didn't want to come across as being overly hostile, especially when there wasn't much of a threat to worry about. She couldn't foresee the white-haired Creeker threatening them for telling her to leave.

From there, the dark-haired medic looked to Hawkspur, and she rose timely and turned, bumping his shoulder with her nose, before looking over her own shoulder at Tiamat. "I'm assuming that you'll be fine getting out and going back to your pack. I think this conversation here is done."