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Slate | Insurgent Territory | Aramis, Tok, Jonah
Slate flinched as Aramis railed at him. "I'm half wolf, circling a combatant is second-nature. As soon as she attacked me I was lost. She was lucky I retained my senses enough to warn her, not that she listened." When Jonah spoke, Slate leaped up in a cloud of snow, his ears pinned to his skull and his lips pulled back in a snarl. He landed protectively in front of Aramis, his bulk blocking the other dog from being able to reach her.

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Roland | Loner | Outside of Territories | Mentions; Vanadis [directly]

"You didn't growl like I did?" Roland could almost laugh at such a simple response, but at least it was something. "Hah, yes. Staying as quiet as possible during a hunt is a guaranteed way to go unnoticed not only by your target, but also by other prey items in the area. They might be our food but they are intelligent in their own sense and can communicate with each other just as easily as you and I." Was that useful? I hope that was useful. I have no idea what I'm doing. He nudged the white-furred heap towards her. "Eat. Don't fill your belly, though. Sometimes hunger can be useful in a hunt. I will finish what you don't." He hauled himself up onto the bed of the truck, shaking it slightly. If his paw pads weren't already rough and calloused, he would have winced when his paws scraped against the old, weather-worn metal. He moved towards the back of the bed, and from there, hopped onto the top of the truck. He turned and sat down, lifting his nose high into the air. He looked as if he were about to howl- and honestly considered it. He glanced down at the much younger dog. Would she want to howl? I haven't since my last fight... It might give away our location to pack dogs, though...... Whatever. "Vanadis. Would you-" He paused. How on earth was he supposed to word this? "Do you want to howl? In congratulations of the hunt." He shuffled his paws outwards, widening his stance a bit and making himself look more impressive. More for himself than anybody else, really. "Or we could save it for the results of your hunt?"

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Name: Froot Loops (Loops) | Location: border | Mentions Ferrer sigge
:he listend:
"oh HELLL NOOO too big of a damn stanky mouf to feed. you take the pup. and another pup? cant say i- wait a minute.. i think i saws somethin out the corner of me eye, a lil chonky wierd walkin sausage thing? might have beene a pup. hah! yee it wandered yee over and around. got around well so didnt bother me nonwe"
:he said sitting quietly:


Name: Sigge | Location abolition territory | mentions: ferrer
:sigge crept forward towards Ferrer, sniffing softly,:

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Roland | Loner | Outside of Territories | Mentions; Vanadis [directly]

"Yes! But we should wait after my hunt." Roland's dusty blue eyes tore away from their whitewashed surroundings, landing on the pup as she spoke. "Becaussse, if we make noise any prey around us will know we're here! Then they'd tell all their friends." A smile tugged at the edges of his lips. "Yes, good thinking." So I managed to get through to her. I guess I'm not half bad at this, huh? He could have given himself 'the look' in that very moment, had he not been confined to his own body. It's nothing to get so excited about... If anything she pointed out your slip up, you fool. He growled softly at himself. He refocused as she brought herself up on to lean on the top of the truck, scooting over a nudge to make room for the delivered rabbit carcass. His gaze wandered back out to the blank, cloud-covered skies. "...That was smart— wasn't it?" He blinked at that, though he didn't bother to look at her. "Yes.. It was. You did well, catching my mistake so easily." He was getting closer and closer to smiling by the minute. Gods, is this what pups do to you? His mind trailed away for a moment. No. Maybe not. Perhaps I was just lonely, after all this time... He sighed audibly, raising his snout to take a deep sniff of the chilly air. The scent of fresh rabbit blood clouded his senses for a moment, but he was able to break through and explore the other smells brought to him by the wind. Deer, more rabbits, rats... Maybe trying for another rabbit would be best. Rats often carried diseases, and Roland knew that better than anybody- he had to check every one of his captures from the storehouse to ensure some odd illness wouldn't be transmitted to him. And deer would be something for the pup to try and hunt down when she was bigger, stronger. He wondered briefly how long the pup would be staying with him. Speaking of, I haven't even asked if she has a place to go... Wouldn't she had left already, or at least mentioned it, if she did? His beautiful blues flickered over to Vanadis. "Do you think you can get up here yourself? You'll be able to find possible targets easier from up here. It's best to be prepared, even if you aren't quite ready to chase anything down at the moment."




Selkie | Abolition | Abolition Camp/Territory | Mentions; N/A

Selkie turned over, her smooth, tan fur reflecting the intruding light in the dark of her den. The den was small- like her- and almost unnoticeable- unlike her- especially in this weather, where she'd often found herself having to dig her way out because of the endlessly falling snow that liked to wall off her only exit. Today, however, she was lucky. She sat up carefully, letting her eyes adjust, then gave herself a very judgmental once-over through a convenient little hand-held mirror that she'd dragged into her den one day. Not that she could actually hold it or clean it or anything, but a blurry reflection was better than none. She came to the conclusion that she looked like garbage right now and was quick to begin grooming herself, finishing swiftly. She finally stood and padded out of the den, silky fur bouncing satisfyingly as she moved. She took a glance around camp and huffed. Boring place, this is. I'd rather be picking burrs out of my fur than be stuck in this dump for any longer than I sleep. The little dog left camp without a second thought, heading for the forest with a hard, unreadable expression plastered onto her face. In other seasons she loved to visit the forest that bordered the pack's territory, as she usually found it relaxing and beautiful. Not so much in winter though. She was a very small dog, and that meant that she'd be quicker to catch cold than larger dogs, despite her thick fur. Discolored snow would catch onto her legs in uncomfortable clumps no matter where she went, and she found it harder to keep her eyes open in the icy winds. Despite all of that, the forest was still somewhat of a safe place for her. So, she continued forwards, eyes locked onto the not-so-distant trees that loomed above the ground impressively. An upside about being a dog of her size was that she was fast. Very fast. So fast that her paws were skittering across tree roots in just a few minutes. She stopped underneath the shelter of a spiky thicket that would protect her from any passerby. She gave herself a few minutes to get rid of the snow that was clinging to her fur, before sitting down and letting her dark eyes trail across the surrounding woods, dropping her cold expression and letting it be replaced by a dreamy. This spot was a little haven for her, a place she went to romanticize and dream away to her hearts content, without the fear of being judged by others. It was rather... Peaceful, really. I wish I had more free time like this...

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Reo | Abolition Scout | Location: Abolition/Insurgent Border / Abolition Camp | Mentions: Synopy, Deanira, Likaen (Directly) Aramis, Slate, Tok (kinda indirectly/directly lol)

Reo had watched the scene of Aramis and Slate unfold. His eyes darted between the two. It appeared as if the spotted dame didn't even know what was wrong with her own packmate. His eyes narrowed as the female turned towards him. Reo could tell she didn't mean trouble, at least not yet. But he couldn't trust her all the way at all; she was a part of Insurgent anyways. Once narrowed, eyes widened in shock as she apologized for her packmate's behalf. The canine appreciated the apology but no one should apologize for someone else for murdering another dog. "Maybe get a hold of your packmate before you apologize for him." Reo simply stated. It may have come off a bit harsh but it was the truth.

But the next words that came out of the husky's mouth infuriated Reo beyond belief. Was Slate really sorry? Lost control of yourself? Promise it won't happen again? The sighthound pinned his ears against his head and snarled. "If you are so sorry, you wouldn't have killed her. If you couldn't control yourself now, your promise means nothing. Take your sorry ass home and cry your crocodile tears there." If looks really could kill, Slate would be in the hell below. "If the time of war ever comes, you'll be the first one, mutt. I know I'm scrawnier than you but you deserve it." The dog growled once more before turning away. The encounter already made him a different dog. He flicked his ear in response to a crow call. He couldn't care less. He went back to digging the grave for Jade and after a while, it was made and filled.

Reo arrived at the camp again, slow in his steps. His head hung low as he asked around for where the leaders presided. Eventually, he learned that they were(fortunately for him) all grouped together already. He headed over to the spots and saw the three. It was a little humourous site to see the small dog in between the two. As he slowly approached, he dipped his head in respect and sat down a few feet away. The sighthound gulped as he mustered the courage to blurt out the words. "Leaders. I have some bad news." A sigh escaped his mouth before he started again. "Our delta, Jade, was brutally murdered by an Insurgent member. She was on our territory, the other dog came onto our land and slaughtered her." Reo closed his eyes as he remembered discovering the scene. "I eventually met a dalmatian by the name of... Aramis, I think. She had no part in the act but she let the name of the killer slip- Slate. He also stated he so-called 'lost control' of himself." The canine bit his tongue back as anger-fueled in his body once more. It was such a pathetic response for that murderous brute. "I buried her body in the snow where the crime scene was." He finished his statement as he stared at the leaders, awaiting their responses.

Finch | Abolition Warrior | Location: Abolition Border | Mentions: Ferrer, Froot Loops, Sigge

Finch watched as the cat and Ferrer came closer to one another, but still keeping their distance. She laid down in the thick snow as if to let the strangers know not to worry about her size. She watched as the pup came close to Ferrer and she smiled as she saw how gentle the pup was. So little and so fragile. Her eyes moved back to the healer and the feline. Ferrer blurted out a question, about the original pup they were looking for. Of course, he was still worried for him. But Finch was more surprised at the fact the other youngin' could walk so well, taking the cat's words seriously. Apparently, to the cat's information, Slip 'wandered yee over and around' and gave no real information.

"Excuse me, sir. But did you happen to see where the pup went off to? We think it went across the border but obviously, we can't cross it. Did you see if anything happened to it?" Finch worried for the worst of course: if the pup somehow got taken and eaten. There are a lot of hungry loners around their territories. However, she didn't say anything explicit for Ferrer's sanity and all. Her eyes went back to the healer and the new pup that seemed to be close to him now. It wasn't Slip but maybe the new puppy could help with Ferrer's worries.

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Slate | Insurgent Territory | Aramis, Tok, Jonah
Slate huffed as Aramis spoke to him again. "Then maybe you should have turned tail back to your own territory before she attacked you." "I was attempting to disengage from the situation when she leaped at me. What was I supposed to do? Run and let her kill me?" He growled softly. "Whatever, we should focus on what's going on now." He moved with Aramis, refusing to allow more than a foot of space between them. He growled louder as she moved closer to the loner, saying something about her mother. "Aramis, that's a loner" he said just as she reached the same conclusion. He stepped in front of her again, ignoring her assurances that she didn't need his protection. When the loner mentioned a war, Slate snarled, crouching slightly. "What happens between the packs is of no importance to you, loner. I suggest you leave our territory, before we force you to." As the raven spoke again, Slate's gaze snapped to it. "If you wish to hear what happened, Tok, you should wait until we reach camp."

Likaen | Abolition Camp | Deanira, Synopy, Reo, Rye
Likaen turned as Reo approached, his gaze taking in the slump in his posture, the pain in his eyes. "What happened?" He demanded as Reo stopped before them, dipping his head respectfully. "Our delta, Jade, was brutally murdered by an Insurgent member. She was on our territory, the other dog came onto our land and slaughtered her." Likaen closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly absorbing the information. "This is the last straw." He lifted his head, his eyes blazing, and let out an ear-shattering bark. "RYE." He called, turning to the other leaders as he waited for the golden-hued warrior to appear. "Rye and I will be going to the border to speak with Insurgent's leader. He has experience with them, and I trust him. You both should stay here so that only one of us is going into dangerous territory."

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Synopy | Abolition Co-lead | Abolition Camp | Mentions: (Directly) Deanira, Likaen, Reo, (Indirectly) Rye, Jade

Synopy nodded at Rye, before walking past him to listen to what Likaen had to say. She had missed a part of what he was going to say, but she was sure that she didn't have to worry too much. "The other matter is the circumstances under which Rye and I found this loner. Rye had encountered Insurgent dogs near the border and a scuffle ensued with the loner. After the matter was handled, I warned the Insurgent scout that we would not be able to be as kind as I was earlier if we encounter them again with more of our pack mates, as they are still recovering from the loss of Mavy. She seemed shocked when I mentioned that Mavy was a mother, and this leads me to believe that rather than being a coordinated act by the pack, Mavy's murder was the result of the actions of one rouge member. I fear that our pack mates are blaming the wrong party for the loss of Mavy, and it may result in dire consequences." Synopy absolutely agreed with Likaen's statment, "Indeed, I doubt that the entire Insurgent pack knew about one dog from our pack heading towards their territory. The only way that could be is that if they themselves were snooping around in our territory." As so she spoke truth, after all most of the pack hadn't considered the possibility it might've not been a coordinated attack by the whole Insurgent pack. Though the thought that the Insurgent pack had a dog who'd kill a mother from another pack still made her shudder. It was expected, however. "I hear what you're saying. I think its wise to consider that there may be rogue members of Insurgent murdering our own, but we must be careful with this. Are you sure she wasn't just surprised at the fact Mavy was a mother? We must take into consideration that Mavy was a new mother, after all. It wasn't long after she had her pups that she was murdered. She still could have known about the attack, just not about the fact Mavy was a mother." Deanira was right. Even if it was by one member, by now, the pack would've known of the news that one of their members had killed another dog from outside of the pack. "And even if it is a rogue member, Insurgent is still at fault. I'll let it slide this time, but if something like what happened to Mavy occurs once again, i'll be sure to pay Isa a visit to make sure she gets her followers in control, or to put an end to whatever she is planning. Whatever that may be." Synopy didn't take anything against confronting the Insurgent Leader. But she wasn't for sure if Isa were to be planning anything in general. If she was however, then they would have a lot of conflict. "I have nothing to say. Confronting Isa is reasonable." Synopy sighed, the thoughts of war and death continued to haunt her throughout the discussion. What if the Insurgent pack considered confronting them like declaring war? She was just paranoid. It wouldn't happen.

As the leaders settled into an agreement and conclusion, the figure of a golden dog, Reo. The expression on his face made her anxious, hoping that he might've just been having a bad day or anything other than conflict. "Leaders. I have some bad news." She knew it, the pit of worry in her stomach grew rapidly as the golden dog was about to continue. "Our delta, Jade, was brutally murdered by an Insurgent member. She was on our territory, the other dog came onto our land and slaughtered her." She hadn't ever been very upset or angry at a single dog, or a group of dogs for as long as she had remembered. But the moment Reo had spoke it infuriated her. Not a warrior, but this time, a delta All positive thoughts had vanished from her mind as it clouded with hateful thoughts. "I eventually met a dalmatian by the name of... Aramis, I think. She had no part in the act but she let the name of the killer slip- Slate. He also stated he so-called 'lost control' of himself." Lost control? That seemed ridiculous to her, she usually would understand but she was enraged and couldn't think positively at the moment. "I buried her body in the snow where the crime scene was." After the finishing statement, all Synopy managed to get out was, "This...is a tragedy," she said with a saddened expression, Jade was a helpful and friendly dog in the pack. Her loss would deepen the pack's sadness. "Rye and I will be going to the border to speak with Insurgent's leader. He has experience with them, and I trust him. You both should stay here so that only one of us is going into dangerous territory." As Likaen spoke up, Synopy was going to speak up to ask to go along, but waited for Deanira's input. "You think I wouldn't have a word with that broad either? No, I'm going, and you can't stop me." It was clear, Deanira was going. It was just for her to ask to join in, but she was unsure the other two would want her to go as without her presence at camp, something could go wrong with nobody to handle it. "Would any of you like to join us? It's alright if you don't want to, I understand that something like this may be hard to go through once again." Finally speaking up, "May I join you two? I don't expect you to agree." Synopy asked, unsure of their response. Hopefully she could come. Why did she hope? It wasn't like her.


Stoney | Loner | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: (Direct) Shadow, Fang, Quillion

"Well hello there Stoney, I thought you were asleep. My name is Shadow. You have lovely eyes little pup." The black dog replied, "Oh yeah!! My mother gave me them" he said with a bright smile. The black dog was really friendly, the possibility of a new friend was great. "Currently we are in my den that I hope to share with my friend Quillion here once he gets better. We are both part of the Insurgent pack, who is at odds with the Abolition pack. But you don't need to worry about the conflicts yet, you're too young to be bothered with such things." Stoney looked at her curiously, "I come from a pack too! Though I don't know where my family is." he told Shadow. As they were having a conversation, he noticed another dog walk past them. Standing up and running towards them excitedly, "Hello! What is your name? I'm Stoney!" the pup introduced himself. The dog seemed a bit less friendly than Shadow, but he could still be friends with him!


Fang | Insurgent Scout | Insurgent Territory --> Insurgent Camp | Mentions:

Fang shuffled through the snow, lost in his own thoughts. He smelled the eerie scent of blood from far away, dog blood. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to know. Eventually trailing the trails back to the camp, for the millionth time. He couldn't just walk around the whole day with no incentive. He saw the figures of Shadow and Quillion. And...a little pup? Should he come up to them. He walked past them, trying not to catch their attention. Quillion seemed heavily beat up, deep in slumber. Shadow was talking to the little pup. Suddenly, the pup ran towards Fang, "Hello! What is your name? I'm Stoney!" Argh. Pups were such a pain to deal with. "Fang." he said coldly, hoping to change the pup's mind. He didn't mean much harm, but he was semi-afraid that if he were to get any closer to the pup, it might take after him. And that was a bad thing.

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Shadow | Den (Insurgent Camp) | Stoney, Fang, Quillion, Curly, Aramis, Isa, Casseopia
Shadow carefully extracted themself from where they were curled up with Quillion as Stoney dashed up the short tunnel to the surface. "Slow down little pup, I need to be able to keep an eye on you." They padded out of their den, nodding to Fang before noticing that Stoney was talking to him. "This is one of our scouts Stoney. They make sure that no dogs who aren't in our pack are in our territory, and help gather food." They gently nudged Stoney past Fang, walking into the hospital to give him a tour. "This is our camp. Over there you see the prey pile. Oh, it seems some of the other members of the pack are still here as well." They padded over to where Curly was, well, curled up around another pup. Isa was laying near by with a third. "It seems we have quite a few new additions to the pack." They nodded to Curly. "Stoney, this is Curly. She's one of our warriors. And it seems she has a young friend with her. Over there is our alpha Isa, who also appears to have a pup with her." They nodded to Isa, their expression hardening before they turned back to Stoney. "I don't think there's much else I can show you, so why don't we head back to my den?"

Slate | Insurgent Territory | Aramis, Tok, Jonah
Slate huffed as Aramis stepped up beside him again. Fine, if she wants to be stubborn, then... He turned to follow her as she padded away, but waited for Jonah to follow. "I'll go last." He leaned in to whisper in Jonah's ear. "Don't try anything. I'd rip your throat out before I let you hurt her, understand?" He bared his teeth before backing away again, following behind at a reasonable distance.

Likaen | Abolition Camp | Deanira, Rye, Synopy, Reo
Likaen nodded as both Deanira and Synopy spoke up, saying they wished to accompany him. "Very well. I won't stop you from coming along. We should appoint someone as our successor in case something happens though. We don't want the pack falling apart if we disappear. I'll leave the decision to you lovely ladies. Meet me at the edge of camp when you're ready to leave." He padded off, his normally graceful movements instead heavy with the weight of grief.

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