Conrad // Male // None // Packless (Thisam) // Mentions: Keena, Neziton, Deyanira (ind)

Keena was as practical and put-together as Conrad about the whole thing, as he had expected. It wasn’t as if they’d never run into problems like this before. They no longer had enough wolves to back them up to be able to simply chase a lone wolf off. They had to be clever about it, which fortunately was no difficult task for them. Conrad prescribed to the idea that logic could solve any problem set before him, given enough time. His general goal was to cut down on that time. But as he moved back, trying to lure the wolf out, the wolf’s reaction was the exact opposite of what he had expected. He had thought it might run, or perhaps come bearing down on him with teeth flashing. But instead, they decided to go with an entirely different tact. Con, of course, was unshaken. Such a small thing couldn’t confuse or disturb him quite yet. It was a small hiccup in the plan, but as far as Con could see, there were only two reasons this wolf could be acting in a friendly way: either he knew this was Con’s territory and wanted to lure him out in the open to attack him, or he was genuinely trying to make friends. Either way, Conrad wanted nothing to do with it. But if this was the game they were playing, fine. Con would play along. He shifted his expression from nervous to quizzical, and from quizzical to slightly playful. He pranced back again, but this time it was more of an invitation than a retreat. If the wolf had wanted to lure him out, they’d have to try another way, and he’d keep matching them. If they were really wanting to play, they would come after him and he could still lead them on a wild goose chase.

The wolf was already approaching him, barking like a pup. Now, Con’s pack had never been kind to wolves who weren’t quite all there. If their parents didn’t abandon them early out of shame, the alpha had them banished as soon as they proved they couldn’t be useful to the pack. So Con hadn’t seen too many wolves like this one. He had certainly never seen a wolf as friendly as this one unless it was a loner about to meet an untimely demise. If he had, he might have known how to deal with it. But right now all he wanted was for this wolf to leave, one way or another. One wolf was a lot like another when Con knew the only wolves he would be sticking with for the rest of his life were right here. Con knew other loners who had started their own ragtag packs of sorts, welcoming any loner who wanted in. But they rarely lasted long. They were undisciplined and few of the wolves had any actual loyalty, so the packs fell apart quickly. Con was determined not to let that happen to his own little pack.

Come on, Con thought as he moved further back, wagging his tail slightly. He hated the feeling of wagging his tail around any wolf he didn’t know, but it was a small price to pay to get rid of this intruder. Con could only hope Deyanira didn’t walk in in the middle of this and somehow misinterpret what was going on. Con wasn’t going to go as far as barking or frolicking around - yet - but his fearful expression had disappeared, replaced by a more friendly and amiable one. Come on, chase me, Con though, waiting for the wolf to get closer. Though he tried to seem friendly, he couldn’t help being a little tense, ready for the wolf to attack if they should suddenly change their disposition. He was fortunate to have Keena to back him up, and though he couldn’t see her right now, he was certain she was very close by, waiting to see what would happen.

Seiko | Male | Subordinate (Witch Doctor) | Okami | Mentions: Open

His red eyes pierced the vial that was currently holding a dark substance. He licked his chops, knowing full well that..whatever he was feeling was going to bother him unless he did something about it. So he did. He swiftly exited his den and was off, bounding westward towards the Rumbar Forest. He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. His legs carried him faster and farther away from the densite, eager to be moving instead of staying in place.

He panted, taking in many smells and fragrances of the land, closing his eyes for a breif moment to appreciate it all. That did him no good as he couldn't see his paws and tripped, falling face first into the dirt and rolling to a sudden stop. He lay there, panting for air and sullenly gazed at the grass. His body hurt from the fall, but his mind was stuck on..on...on....

His thoughts seemed to disappate as he lay there, fully aware of his surroundings, but unable to interact. Being trapped in his little den had drove him to a slight insanity. He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know why he did what he did. As the realization dawned on him, he repeated softly, "I don't know what I'm doing..."

He got up, shaking the dirt away from his coat and gritted his teeth when the cold nipped at him. He wanted more in his life than to be someone trapped in a cave making potions all the time. He knew it was helpful, but it was boring sometimes, it wasn't all he wanted to do. He trudged his way back to the densite, slinking into his cave and plopping down with a sigh.