Into the White

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Atticus stood his ground and looked condescendingly at the arctic fox (Vee). He arched his brow, "I may be a furre, but I'm not running, nor am I standing down to a damned wild one that's preying on our people." He drew a knife made of bone that he had carved himself that he kept with him at all times. "No way." He looked chiseled and though he stayed within the Rim, he stayed in top physical condition just for situations like this.

[Snowpaw]

Grace almost grabbed Pipha and ran, but that would leave them both alone without protection. It was wiser to stay where they were, in a large group that could be easily defended. Far safer to remain near Airlea and Atticus than to try and run away on their own. A fleeing target was always the first one struck.

Snowpaw watched the developing situation with interest, and looked sidelong at the ravenous wild one. "You see? This is why you don't hunt in the Rim. You won't be getting a meal from them. And I would think twice before trying to take a bite out of me..." Snowpaw bared his fangs and growled warningly...

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Aphra watched slightly in fear by the way Atticus had reacted to the Wild One. "Damned Wild One," he had said. He had drawn his knife, ready to kill the black wolf on the spot... Would he draw his knife against his own sister as well? Would he slit her throat just because she had turned wild? She asked herself these questions again and again, heavily debating on whether she should make her presence known... Though she was sure at least one of them could have spotted her already. She was so close to them, and was the only black thing aside from the wolf in the snow.

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Atticus's icy blue eyes darted back and fourth taking in everything of the current situation. He was in a firm stance, ready to lash out if need be. Something though, in the distance caught his eye. Something black. Another wolf, maybe? Reinforcements for the one that was already here? He was unsure, as he'd never known the ways of the wild ones, nor could he tell what kind of animal it was by its shape... A low growl crept from his throat as he announced, "There's another one!" And pointed directly at the black wild cat in the snow.

[Dr. Strange]

Aurora barely blinked. "And, to what do I get the pleasure of your claw to my throat?" Her voice was a thick, husky, deep accented rust. "I would rather politely ask for food than hunt them persay." She thought a minute on how their reactions would be if she ran past and didn't do anything? She decided to do just that. After- she figured the fox's problem out. GOD! She was STARVING!

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Her eyes darted to the new Wild One that Atticus had pointed out. They wouldn't have back-up for their hunting. Wild Ones are anti-social and rarely asked for help when they hunted. She thought to herself. Looking back and forth between the two Wild Ones, she stood next to Atticus and in front of the others protectively. She'd be ready to protect them if she had to.

[Marquis Lythis]

"I'm not r-running either." He had a determined look on his face, moving in front of the child.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She took a short glance back at Masko and the others, then looked back towards the Wild Ones in front of her as she spoke. "Fine. Actually, it does make more sense if you stay. Easier for someone to get picked off if we seperate..." She rubbed her forehead. It was hard for her to imagine that idea but it was the truth. She didn't want the blood of the innocent on her hands...not again. Her gaze moved between the two Wild Ones, not concerned with Snowpaw who was talking to one of the others. She didn't believe he would hurt them or else he would've when he had met her and Masko.

[Dr. Strange]

Not getting a reply, Aurora frowned at the flash of light, blinking. Ow. I wonder what that thing is. She moved closer, standing on two legs and whimpering. "Firomar, I mean you no harm." She shouted crisply, tring to be heard through her accent.

[Snowpaw]

All eyes on the approaching wild one, no one noticed Pipha, the little bear cub, as he slipped out from the group and tottered towards the wolf. One arm held out in front of him, he was out of reach of the group by the time they noticed what was going on. Within a few steps he had reached the ravenous creature and stretched out a hand to place it on its shoulder. Grace gasped in fear and horror, and snowpaw merely stood by as usual, waiting to see what would happen...

[Kid Jojo™]

((who?..))  ???

[Dr. Strange]

She looked down at the bear cub and lowered her head. "Hello Bearon. Are you part of that Groupa over there?" Her English sorely lacked. Licking his face gently, Aurora smiled at him motherly. "I appreciate your sympathy Bearon. Thanksa." She sat indian-style, gently placing him in her lap and rubbing his stomach with her claws. "Hows that?"

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

She started to step forward when she realized that the cub was with the Wild One but stopped when she saw that the Wild One wasn't hurting the cub. Was that a smile? It appeared that the Wild One meant the cub no harm but she kept watching intently in case anything happened.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Aphra froze. For some reason she was scared, yet another reason, she was confused and didn't know what else to do. She decided that she would not speak or approach unless she was forced to.

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Atticus looked at the wolf slightly confused, yet he did not relax. He stayed tense, his weapon drawn... Just in case.

[Snowpaw]

Grace nervously approached the pair out in the snow and took hold of Pipha's hand. The bear cub was still smiling at the wolf. "Did you have dweams too?" he said, looking adorably cute. Snowpaw could have spat on the ground right there were it dignified. Innocence and cuteness were not in his nature, and he did not find them appealing. They were not generally traits that helped one survive...

[Dr. Strange]

"Yes, Bearon, I did. Did you?" She smiled wider, trying to keep her dripping fangs hidden so she didn't scare the cub. "Adorable Little One." She felt eyes burning holes in her ribs and looked up; the group was watching her intently. She gently placed the cub in the fur's arms and stood, bending several times, listening to her bones crackle and pop.