A badly and quickly written post. :| And I'd prefer speedy replies only please. :)

It was if all at once everything had suddenly slid into place and a light appeared at the end of their seemingly dark tunnel. They'd found their Me'ko in the Salvaje Valley, just as Zyanya had predicted they would. It wasn't as if he ever doubted the Priestess, but there was something tangible in knowing that on the other side of their valley their future really did rest. And more importantly, they'd be able to go home and finally get away from these idiots whose very idea of pack life was a joke to the Hó'nehe Tribe. That very idea would've been as perfectly straight forward as that had the Strawberry Fielders not decided to stick their noses in where it didn't belong.

They'd taken their rightful heir to Me'ko hostage, but Hawkspur and the Tribe themselves for that matter, weren't about to give up without a fight - literally. Thus, he was marching over their borders in a seriously foul mood – ears flat to his nape, hackles bristled, head low and ready for a fight – looking for the boy that he was determined was coming back with him tonight. He was quite ready to batter down the barrier that stood in the way of their progress.

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WLC! — 100

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Hawkspur was fully aware that any progression into Strawberry Fields was going to be met with resistance. Even he, in this heightened state of fraying temper where reasoning was typically thrown out of the window, realised they wouldn't just let him tear the place up for the two Saqui kids. Regardless, it was his intention to get as far in as he could without being noticed. Although given his inability to be covert in such situations (he was far too impatient to do so) and the fact that there borders where probably more rife with guards than a few weeks ago, it would be fairly impossible to get anywhere deep into Strawberry land. Just as he'd anticipated the aggressive fluttering of raven fur became apparent in his twin sights, rippling with as much hostility and contempt he felt for the lot of them right now.

Almost in an instant he stopped, head lowering to protect an otherwise vulnerable jugular. The cinnamon twist of his ears would stick further to his nape as every hair along his spine and otherwise rippled with an apprehension that lifted his entire coat to spines. His tail lashed at the air warningly, his bi-toned eyes intensely narrowed whilst his nose's bridge rippled to reveal deadly fangs. Spittle froathed from his mouth and streamed and dripped down onto the fine plume of his chest in big globules that where soon to be churned underfoot and the very lines of his mouth twitched with the deep throated rumble that assaulted any ears that dared listen.

A second later a silver alpha – who unbelievably took the time to thank and be civil to the other Fielder, whilst he was here – appeared, taking on the same demeanour (only to a lesser extent) and mouthing all the same things that the previous one had. The third, hidden in the malting shrubbery, had yet to be noticed… but was nonetheless, unimportant at present. "I'm here for the kid." He hissed back with equal venom, snapping his fine jaws for emphasis.

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WLC! — 100

OUTOFCHARACTER

Jess said it'd be alright if I joined in. :D I thought it might be fun if the man of the moment got involved!

INCHARACTER

Trespassers. The smell, uncomfortably foreign and malicious, wormed its way up his nose and spilled like a black plague into the otherworldly realm of dreams. It rose up behind a glowing image of Styx and coloured the floodwaters around his parents' legs a murky brown. Before his unconscious self could protest, Chogan had jerked awake, springing forth from his hiding-place beneath one of the few coniferous trees in Strawberry Fields with a shuddering gasp. For a moment, he didn't know where he was – the unmistakable scent of that...that tribe lay thick as fog on the ground. Perhaps the fact that they were deliberately targeting him made him more able to tune in to even the slightest hint of that scent, but that didn't mean it wasn't real. They were here. Here to wage war on Strawberry Fields, to bring grief to his pack, and the power to stop it fell like a ton of bricks on the pup's shoulders. Without an instant's hesitation, he slicked his ears back and set off at lightning's speed towards the borders.

I'm here for the kid.

A loud, grating snarl accompanied Chogan's arrival onto the scene. Without a thought to his own safety, he positioned himself between the three Strawberries and the tribal intruder, hackles raised and teeth bared. He was the perfect barrier - they would gain nothing from hurting him, and even if they did, he would've done his duty to Quicksilver – to the Fields. ”Get lost,” he spat, fixing Hawkspur in a furious glare. ”I told you already, I'm not going anywhere. And now that you've threatened my friends, and most of all, my Fresa, I'm not even going to give it a second thought. Get out. Go.”

I'm sorry for the delay, here. :|

The black thing was a fiery one and amongst the other calmer wolves (although one was still unknown in the bushes, there), she seemed unbelievably out of place. But then again, her fire would leave her at a distinct disadvantage as it would become obvious that this female was prey to her emotions and that alone would see her fall to a bitter end. It might've been by Hawkspur and it might've been today, for generations of warriors blood pulsed through his veins aided by the knowledge of the Arapaho and Cheyenne and oh, was Hawkspur itching for a fight! But despite all of that and the goading that would form a tear in his ear, she was as insignificant as a tic and he treated her like such. No response, verbal or otherwise even took shape over his masculine form since he was completely uninterested in everything she did or said.

A loud grating snarl was to assault his ears in that defensive way that he'd grow all to accustomed to hearing, but he rightly assumed that another pack member had decided to flex his or her muscles and tongue in front of the trespasser and Alphess. He didn't think for a second that their future Me'ko would fly out and position himself right in harm's way! The kid was pluckier than he thought. Hawkspur's eyes narrowed with sinister intent with a knowing and equally deviant smile tracing his lips, like all his Christmases had come at once. Perhaps such was his ecstasy at having what the Hó'nehe wanted right in front of him, that he didn't realise that Lamb was approaching him. He noticed an ebony flash in the corner of his peripheral vision, realised quite suddenly that it wasn't just him and Chogan for the taking, and elicited a warning growl toward the female. His muzzle swung toward her, retracting his headpiece further inward to protect his vulnerable jugular and snapping at her. But sadly, his notice of her attack had been too late and only seconds later did the curve of her teeth snag a triangle of flesh from his plush ear.

Normally, he would've roared at her and ripped her to pieces just for even attempting to take a piece of him. But, as mentioned prior, she was not his concern and so he just turned his attention back to Chogan, confident that she wouldn't try anything again given Quicksilver's hasty reprimand and regain of control. He listened idly to her, barely paying attention to what she said, all the while staring at the pup: their Me'ko. It was only when silence reigned in the air, not that it was that noticeable to Hawkspur, that he lifted his head and preened his ears, stepping forward to the valiant Saqui Berry, angling his muzzle a touch so he could look down toward him. His eyes, ever disturbingly penetrating at the best of times, kept locked with his and that grin never faded… not once.

Hawk was not stupid enough to hurt Chogan, the repercussions of such would be catastrophic not only to him but to the very existence of the Tribe. Nor did think that there was anything to gain by trying to take him by force, now. The entire Strawberry pack was at the 'Silver's beck and call and no matter how confident he was in his fighting skills, there was no way he could win. Not only that, he was aware and truly confident that the Hó'nehe Tribe had more useful and cunning ways that would extract either boys from their precious home. "Don't think for a second boy that just because I leave that we won't be back." He spoke confidently with a knowing edge that they would have him, "We'll keep coming back and back till you accept your rightful place as Me'ko. And even if we don't, you'll have to deal with the spirits that I'm sure Zyanya kindly mentioned to you." He leaned in a little closer, brushing the cinnamon of his cheek against the ruff of Chogan's temple so the hiss of his words aligned perfectly against the cone of his ear. "And there's not a damn thing you or your precious pack can do about it."

Hawk drew away now, flicking his tail with an eager whisk and looked around to the two. In a weird twist he nodded to them both, a sign that they'd won the battle, but not the war, before looking at Chogan again with that odd crooked smile of his. It was only that before the Hó'nehe male was backing slowly away and when the distance between them was enough, he turned to make his way back home.

gorgeous set by karm ! <3
WLC! — 100