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Considering that there was no one around to torment and there just seemed a distinct lack of… anybody or anything to do, Hawkspur had seated himself by the side of cave mouth, hoping one of those "wild" wolves would come down here to play—since he was already in one of those moods anyway. As it happened, the overwhelming stream of trespassers had steadied considerably and by gum, the Ahtono'e thought they were actually starting to get the point. If it were at all possible to comprehend something actually getting through their thick heads and then, setting up shop there. The only problem was, after spending weeks chasing them all out of the Hó'nehe-htso'e and rather enjoying it too, the lack of intruders made his time seem all the more empty now that they were all "gone".

Nonetheless, as ruddy lids lazily crept down over his mismatched eyes and a gentle, rocking sway enveloped the sit of his body, his boredom didn't seem quite as potent as he came to believe it was actually starting to kill him. But, after several lifetimes appeared to have passed and penetrating like a brick through a window in the hanging silence of the Tribe lands, would be the faint scuffle of a paw on rock from within the cave—a noise which he'd grown used to hearing. Twisting the nearest ear toward the sound, his left eye opened and a deviant smirk criss-crossed its away across the edges of his smudged muzzle. It continued, going further and further into the bowels of the cave, and consequently, closer and closer to the waiting Hawk… but never once did he stir.

It was only then, shifting through the layers of glassy quiet and darkness that he became aware of a masculine voice, faint due to its distance but audible by the intrusive Spur never the less. "Soma? It's Cayara." It lead him to (correctly) assume, this Soma-bird was in the tunnel and this Cayara-guy was standing at the other end… like a pansy might he add. Even now, the anticipation was beginning to choke him and the Neve'heth boy couldn't even wait till Soma breeched this side of the world.

He was up upon his speckled paws in an instant and thrust his head excitedly into the cave opening. At first, he could pick nothing out in the damp, darkness of the tunnel, but after a short period, the wolfess dabbling in these unknown depths became apparent to his seeking sights. His eyes suddenly went wide with enthusiasm as his baritone voice echoed the same emotion apparent in his sights. "Oh, my." It grew higher in its tempo and the corners of the grin on his face literally kissed the corners of his eyes. "OH, MY!"

The wagging of his tail reached fever pitch behind his dark quarters, lashing with air with unrestrained delight. "I can't believe it!" In fact, as the type of his gaze caught the haze of the male wolf stood at the other end, this male almost went hysterical, shifting his weight from side to side rapidly, as if about to explode because of his discovery. "It's Soma and Cayara! SOMA and CAYARA!" And the twitter of his voice rapid and high quite suddenly intoned to cap it all off, "I'm just… I'm just going to have to go tell my mom, about this…" Because it was just too good to be true!

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The fact that the female, Soma, greeted him with a toned down enthusiasm—from his own pitch anyway—only seemed to make matters worse. It was like throwing wood on a dying fire and Hawk sprang into a whole new frenzy. His weight hopped from forepaw to forepaw in an erratic dance, his breath panting out through flared nostrils to compliment the excited whines that would make their way past lips still plastered in a fool-hardy grin. That tail had particularly become a blur as he quite literally bounded into the tunnel and nipped along her jaw-line with the same bubbly nature she'd come to associate with his cheekily handsome face. However, it was during this display that the Ahtono'e realised that their little friend wasn't getting caught up on the let's-burst-with-excitement-train.

And so, Hawk left his female companion alone—although, his tail would still be hitting her—moving toward his intended victim in subtly sweeping bounds that this tunnel would allow. Personal space wasn't a luxury in this place and the Tribe male made it quite evident as he pressed the moist surface of his nose up against Cayara's, so the two literally had little pig noses through his effort, and held the others eyes with the eerily penetrating gaze of his. His ear stretched forward and trembled with the strain as if trying to reach the other male's crown by folding forward, whilst his hind limbs still jostled around uncontrollably. "Why haven't you said anything?"

He keenly let a hurt edge creep into that query as if his reservations where an insult, but the unrestrained-squeak of his energized timber soon slipped back. "Aren't you excited to be here Cayara?"

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Cayara's golden eyes instantly slid to their nasal corners, looking down that burnt orange nose of his to look at the offending Hawkspur and the two-year-old's smile grew wide, with a sinister twist creeping across those black lines. He had little time to indulge in what he'd been planning to do next for as this instant snapped into the next, he felt the razor sharp edge of teeth across the rich surface of his plume, his attentions shifting back and denoted with a rapid twist of his ears. It appeared the female was assaulting his tassel in revenge for beating it against the rising flanks… but little harm was ever meant and no sooner had she done it, was she playfully dancing around outside. Possibly waiting for the two males to join her.

Yet, whilst his attention had been diverted away from his nose-pressed companion, the Nova male obviously had other plans to get out of this situation. The friction of roughly moist snouts was enough to twitch his ears back toward Cayara (his articulation unheard in the swallowing darkness). But no sooner had he done so, when the forehead of said male cracked into his. A spidering of pain erupted out from the epicentre of the bang-point and Hawkspur's headpiece instinctively coiled into to press against the feather of his chest. It radiated outward, pulsing behind his eyes for a few moments before eventually it relented and the tight curl of his digits against the hard rock now loosened considerably.

Only, Hawkspur wasn't exactly beating the sides of the cave with his unsettling enthusiasm as he was before. Ever the moody sod in normal circumstances, he couldn't help but let his temper boil up and a curling ball of heat began to build pressure in his chest. A low growl would rattle in his throat as his eyes would narrow penetratingly on the cause of his headache. "What the hell was that for?" He snapped, forgetting temporarily the second part of this duo who was currently on the Tribe lands.

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Cayara answered rather calmly, Hawk thought, given the predicament he currently found himself in and for the first time he noticed, maybe because it wasn't quite as evident before, that his English was broken and that it might not have been his first language. Regardless of whether he could find himself relating or not—and he could—he twitched his eyes visibly. "I was being friendly..." Came the contorted hiss of his chords makings, through clenched and slightly bared teeth, "…you know, a bit of harmless fun." The cinnamon of his tail made warning lashing sweeps behind his back as the Neve'heth Tribe wolf thought to add, "And regardless, you're on my land now so I'll do what I like."

He soon became acutely aware of a movement behind him, a slow scuffling sort of noise betraying Soma and Hawkspur suddenly remembered that she was present too. He swung his muzzle around, his features hugging no expression in particular, as mismatched eyes picked their way across her submissive movements back into the cave. Honestly, he didn't have a grudge or ill-bearing toward the Nova female and so far had found her the most pleasant of company… and someone who had matched his enthusiasm equally, no matter whether it had been ill-rooted or not. Nevertheless, he swung back toward Cayara, the lengths of his hackles trembling with heated anticipation at the base of his nape.

No matter how much he would relished getting into a fight with the Nova male, he was distinctly aware of the consequences that would align themselves afterward and it was something he could do without. But, even as he began to rein in the brunt of his ill temper, given the cause he wouldn't hesitate to spring like a trap on the other male—or female, because they could be just as unpredictable sometimes—since with cause Anasazi wouldn't come down on him as hard. "Now take her and get out, before I feel so inclined to pop your flamin' bubble."

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Unsurprisingly Soma slipped immediately past him, her streamlined body still in the throes of creeping submission and warily he watched that hopeful and altogether downcast look shot his way. He got the distinct feeling that it was meant to stir him into a heroic type of motion, suddenly striking his energy upward with a sudden, "Oh, just stay!" but oddly enough he didn't signal for her to stop or even feel the need to in the slightest. Instead Hawk simply noted that when her gaze tore away from his handsomely defined features, it never once lingered on Cayara… not even for a second. Had he unintentionally thrown a spanner in the works on lover's paradise?

Whilst he idly contemplated this development of sorts, for lack of anything else to ponder whilst waiting for them to go away, the echoing rumble of Cayara's voice caught him unawares, his articulation to do so even more in the moments following. The twitch of his ruddy coca ears denoted the shift in his attention back to the Nova male as well as the subtle rolling of his arguing eyes, his mouth settling into a grim line. The next minute Cayara was lowering himself to the floor, pressing every inch of his underside onto the cold, damp floors of the cave and further elaborating the reasons for doing so.

Whilst it was cute that the essentially foreign male would literally grovel so that his friend could stay, Hawkspur didn't see why he should care. It wasn't his fault that his own mood had been soured—in his own opinion, anyway—and casting a look over the pair he couldn't really see what he could gain from them staying here. From consequential meetings with others he had learned everything he thought he should know about the valley and this pair didn't look like they could tell him anything else that would sufficient enough for him to waste his time further here.

But, with impending boredom growing like a dark cloud over his not-so-pure aura, Hawkspur felt oddly compelled not to throw them out as quickly as he'd previously wanted to. His temper had cooled dramatically and as long as they didn't bark up the wrong tree, he supposed they might have hidden depths or something nice and flowery like that. "Fine," He practically snapped, "Stay if you want." Exasperatedly he rolled his mismatched eyes, sighed heavily before speaking in a more civil, if not monotone manner. Perhaps he couldn't believe he was saying this. "Both of you. And sit up Cayara. I don't want you dying of rot or something. If you do, there's no way I'm moving you out of here."

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I'm really sorry for the delay.

Soma had slunk back toward them and seated herself by the two males, still as silent as ever and if Hawkspur hadn't heard her speak before, he would've sworn she was mute. Cayara, looking relieved that they could stay, lifted himself up from the floor presently, bowing his head in that silent thanks-kind-of-way. Hawkspur, not really one for those types of things, twitched his upper lip in a way of acknowledging that Cayara had done so, then just remained stoic as the foreign wolf began to speak in that baritone rumble the Tribe wolf had grown accustomed to. It wasn't a surprise that neither knew his name because he so rarely gave it out. He hated the fact that knowing someone's name meant most assumed they where friends… and he certainly wasn't that with any of them.

However, he had shown a somewhat softer side to his persona, even if it was still prickly and cold, and so in a rather emotionless flick of his tongue he added, "Hawkspur," for all those desperate to know. Yet, now there seemed a period where none knew what to say, a tension settling in the air from their prior disagreement that clashed horribly with the light-heartedness that appeared a dim and distant memory. He shifted, cleared his throat and glanced around the familiar walls of this cave, which so many had trespassed through. It seemed forever before he looked back to the pair, the suddenly mute Soma and the more talkative Cayara, before he finally thought of something worth saying. Well, sort of.

"So, which one of those packs up there are you both from...?" Then he had this sudden feeling that they might say Silver Creek, since practically everyone he'd met had been from that pack. So much so, and as he would later express to the rather unfortunate Leviathan, he was sure they had a crush on him. Worshipping him he probably didn't mind, but crushes... well, they were something else entirely. "And don't say Silver Creek. I really would have to throw you out on yours asses, because I've seen enough of them as it is."

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Oddly enough the dynamics of the soon-to-be-known Novian's relationship shifted and it would be the female that became the more vocal of the pair. Perhaps it was his influence that created this… temporary unease that stimulated either wolf to answer whatever they thought they could answer best. But whatever the oddity that was them, Hawkspur was in fact pleased to hear that they weren't from that Silver Creek place. And as for hearing about the tensions between Nova Mountain and Silver Creek, he hadn't ever heard a whisper of it. Then again, he never kept any of the valley wolves around long enough for them to get to that part, so it was not really surprising that he was in the dark about such. Not that he'd really care, aside from a what he could gain from it in a manipulative sense.

He, however, noticed he females wandering gaze outside to the point that he even followed it to look at the Hó'nehe-htso'e starting to unfold itself at the cavern's finale. The male wondered how long it would take her to ask to go out there, given that it was evident she did and as the dark line of her lips began to manipulate the sounds of her speech, he instantly presumed this request was going to be the first thing he'd hear. Yet, Hawkspur was sorely mistaken and with a flick of his ruddy ear he dismissed his jumping-the-gun attitude and simply stated matter-of-factly (as if they both should already know!) "Yeah. They all have a crush on me."

Now, the memories of the meeting had begun to filter into his mind at the prior mention of Nova Mountain and the associations that Seot'a had brought to their attention. A surprising amount he might add. "Your leader's Sinistra, right? A black wolf?"

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