Fenrys' tail twitched. At first glance, personally, the idea seemed abominable.

Join the freaking pack that had invaded their area? Hopefully understandably... he wasn't the greatest fan of the plan.

But really, they didn't have much choice, did they? A head on attack wouldn't be best. They couldn't even weasel out the weaklings like they would an elk herd. And Yukon's plan made sense.

Fenrys exhaled quietly. As much as he wanted to get them off his lands (and he was possessive enough to say it was his) he also understood the futility of doing that.

"I'll live with that." He didn't like the plan at all. But really, he couldn't find another way around it.

They were essentially two powerful wolves living out here, and the pack of eight - even with their weak wolves - could still have overpowered them with numbers. And Fenrys honestly couldn't see how he'd chase them off - other than by Yukon's plan.

"This had better work", he grumbled underneath his breath before he made his way down the slope towards them.

If he had put himself below another for absolutely nothing, he'd eternally regret it. Wolves like Fenrys didn't bow down. They either led or did their own thing.

~

Fenrys' big and powerful form approaching any other wolf would have been taken as a sign of aggression. Which is exactly what this other pack - whose scent-markings still rankled with him - did.

Fenrys hadn't approached with any agressive intent. The only problem was his posture practically signalled violence, whether he knew it or not. It was a habit, one that he hadn't bothered to temper with no-one around.

Sensing the two wolves that Yukon had pointed out earlier - the wimpy grey and the big black - approaching, he stopped and lowered his gaze.

As if he was a submissive wolf. He hated every second of it.

"State your business." The wispy alpha said, the big black wolf growling to emphasize the point.

Never mind that Fenrys could easily take down that wolf - at least, he imagined he could. The muscles in his eyes were already hurting from looking down for so long. Pretending to submit.

Although his posture still said some things.

"Just curious about our new neighbors." His head throbbed. "I don't come with the intent to harm anyone -" yeah, right, "- but I believe you've already met..."

Okay, now how was he supposed to describe Yukon? They weren't mates. They were barely friends. They just kind of knew each other - and now here he was, risking his neck to carry out Yukon's plan.

"..my counterpart." Hopefully that was satisfactory. "On behalf of her, I'd like to apologize to you about her earlier aggresive behaviour. It was uncalled for, and counterproductive to our relations."

So he was bungling the speech. They were meant to be trying to join this pack, after all. But Fenrys couldn't keep doing it - even though his internal struggle for dominance was carefully kept under wraps.

These wolves all must be absolutely submissive with no dominance if this weak alpha, with practically a third of his own dominance level, was controlling them.

And Yukon had better step in now, damn it. Else he'd snap. Although it may have not been apparent to everyone else, he was bringing all his dominance and using all his willpower to stay in this position.

They couldn't really antagonize the alpha. Maybe they could just kind of coexist with the pack and then get close enough to do what they had planned for? It wasn't like they'd immediately accept two new pack members, after all. Maybe they could just coexist, long enough for them to get complacent around them and then allow them in. All of this thought happened without consulting Yukon.

"While you might have been able to do a more peaceful approach coming into our territory - " he inwardly cringed at all the scent marking they had done, " - I believe we can both coexist in this region. It's big enough for all of us, after all." It wasn't, but they had no idea of knowing that. "Me, my counterpart, and your pack, I think it's doable."

He was terrible at speaking. And Yukon had better get the hell down here, to take over from him, else he wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer.

A widened grin formed on the females face as she perked up a bit. Good, he was in. "Great! I won't be too far behind you, but -- You should go first -- If they see us both together, it most likely won't be pretty." She mentioned to him, turning back toward the brute as he mumbled. "Not to worry, it will work." She mentioned as he made his way down the hill. Waiting until Fenrys got out of sight to follow.

As she made her way down the hill, Yukon's tensed muscles rippled beneath her fur -- intensifying her dominant stature as she moved. Following her counterpart, she'd stay hidden in some nearby brush as he began the speech. Her tail swaying gently behind her. It seemed her plan was working thusfar, the pair hadn't attacked Fenrys yet. Though, the hatred in big pack brute had other intentions. When it fell silent, Yukon quickly stood and made her way through the brush, lowering her cranium and auricles to make it look as if she was upset about the whole thing. This made the large black brute rigid, emitting a large growl. Yukon looked toward him and sighed, "Like he said, I am truly sorry.." She mentioned calmly, internally shuddering.

Yukon was hating yet loving every second of this. She knew that the prize was worth the price.

"Akela, do you truly believe this?" The large black brute grumbled toward his feeble alpha, only earning a glare in return.

The alpha then turned his attention toward the two brutish wolves in front of him, "Coexsist, I don't do such things... but." He trailed off, looking toward Cereberus then back toward the pair. "While I don't trust you, I could use power such as yourselves... I know you may find me weak, but, that doesn't mean who I surround myself with is." The wolf mentioned with a chuckled.

Yukon blinked, had he truly just let them in that easily? Glancing toward Fenrys, she'd lower her rump to the soft earth that laid beneath her. Her emerald gaze burning into the two. "You'd offer us a place amongst you?" She asked, earning a nod from the skinny grey alpha. Now fully looking ay Fenrys, she'd not really give him a choice before looking back over at the other two. "Alright." She replied, bowing her head to the alpha.

"You truly are a fool, Akela." The large black brute spoke in a scoff, turning and walking away.

Akela... No wonder he's weak. Yukon thought, watching the brute walked away. As Akela turned to leave, Yukon followed, motioning for Fenrys to follow as well.

Fenrys cocked his head slightly - the only indication if his suprize.

This alpha had just accepted it? ... what kind of alpha was that, to just accept that?

Nevertheless, Fenrys looked at him in a questioning manner - slightly. Not as much as the questions that he reall had inside. "So... you agree to our proposal?" He had to admit, he just... hadn't had expected it to be this easy.

The weak alpha... the other male had called him Akela? - nodded his head. "I believe so." Fenrys inwardly snorted, because... he just couldn't believe it. But apparently, it was a thing.

Fenrys finally let a slight emotion out, a grin flashing across his face as he nodded his head at the alpha - who was shorter than him. And shorter than Yukon, for that matter - actually, he was smaller than the average wolf. So... nodding down at him was honestly harder, considering how short he was.

And his dominance level wasn't even close to his or Yukon's. Which meant if he was Alpha, the rest of the pack would have to have been even lower.

Damn. Okay.

"Well, then... Alpha Akela, is it? - I'm Fenrys. My counterpart here is Yukon. And here's to hoping we can peacefully coexist in this territory of ours, together."

He gave a slight bow - low enough to be respectful, but... only just. His ears pirked up and he looked curiously at Yukon to see if she'd have anything else to say.

(Sorry it's short but my brain is completely out of it today >.>)

"I never agreed to your proposal, simply just invited you to join me.." Akela spoke, his voice rasped as he walked, the pair following behind him. "But, Like I said just mere minutes ago -- Just because I am weak, doesn't mean who I surround myself with is the same." The grey male spoke, her gaze staring ahead of them at the large black brute who was a good two yards ahead of them.

Yukon found this quite interesting. She knew this was going to be fun, but contained her excitement for now. Glancing at Fenrys, her lips would upturn into a subtle grin before she looked ahead of them once more. This alpha may think he's smart... But, he is far from it. It wasn't a long walk back to the "camp". Once the duo entered, Yukon felt the air thicken. Looking around at the other wolves -- She found two that could be of possible threat other than the large black brute who seemed to be Akela's sidekick. Glancing at her counterpart, she'd hope he would see what she did as well. The two may be able to pull this off quicker than what she thought.

"Everyone! I want you to welcome our two new friends..." Akela called out, looking around at his pack, "Fenrys and Yukon. They are to be treated as if they've been here since the dawn of time... Show them our ways and how a pack works." He trailed off, looking toward the pair. "Something tells me they know very little about the ways of pack life." After his speech, Akela disappeared into the small hollowed tree he called his 'den'.

Akela's words weren't to far off. Yukon had no idea what it was like to be in a pack, and quite honestly couldn't care less. Dipping her head as she was introduced, she could feel the heavy sets of gazes falling upon not just her -- but Fenrys as well -- It seemed it would take a while to gain the trust of the pack. Though, with manipulation and the ability to take on more than one of these wolves at a time made it beneficial to not absolutely have to gain trust. After a few minutes, the rest of the wolves seemingly dispersed, leaving the pair in the middle of the small encampment. Looking over at Fenrys, she'd grin. "Well? What do you think so far?" She asked him softly, trying to keep her voice low. Yukon didn't want to give away their positon, but wanted to know how Fenrys felt. If he backed out now -- This would all be for nothing.

Fenrys' ears twitched outwards - the only outward sense of disbelief that he held.

"What do I think?" he said softly. Honestly, he still thought that they should get the hell out of here. And looking at the "pack" - he was forced to admit it was more or less a pack now - using his territory... it pissed him off beyond belief.

"I honestly can't believe we're doing this, and that it worked, is what I'm thinking." There really wasn't any way to put it. His ears twitched, aware that they may still being watched, and that he really couldn't say things too much.

Such as what exactly he thought of the Alpha and his cronies. Honestly, it was so tempting to just put an end to him and this joke of a pack. Now they were right here, after all.

And that was excluding the fact that other than the first year or so after his birth, much like Yukon... he just hadn't been in a pack. It wasn't something he cared about, and right now at this group of wolves that he still classified "intruders"... yeah.

In fact, he wasn't even used to having wolves living in close quarters. He had been a loner for most of his life. Yukon had just kind of... existed, on the fringes. Not really close to him. Now, to have to deal with all of this social interaction... he didn't like it.

"Do you think they'll mind if we... move off, a bit?" The new "pack" seemed to be getting right into claiming this place as their new home. Which Fenrys wasn't really a fan of, but he couldn't do much about it.

Sighing, and without waiting for Yukon, he started pacing slightly, angling away from the rest of the wolves. "So, what does your grand plan call for us to do now?" Because, despite what Fenrys wanted, it was technically Yukon's plan. And now, here they were - in a "pack" that they at least agreed that had to be removed from their territory.

After Fenrys asked what she had planned now, she'd look at Fenrys before rolling her eyes. "I told you, we gain their trust.. then strike." She mumbled to him, looking over at him as she lowered her frame fully to the ground, her crown tilted back as her gaze looked up at the large brute. "They know we aren't mates... So.. We play it as anyone here can be." Yukon stated, a widened grin forming on her maw. The dame had no emotional connection to Fenrys, nor did she care if he did her. She wanted to rid of these varmin just about as much as he did.

Fenrys shook his head - not really in disbelief, as he had consigned himself to doing this to get them out of their territory - but still. Yukon thought they should go so far in their show as to -

... never mind. He'd just not think about it.

Unlike what Yukon seemed to be enjoying now, though, Fenrys didn't like all eyes on the two of them. He had chosen the life of a loner for a reason, and that was exactly it - he didn't want to be in a pack. He didn't want to have to keep doing social interaction.

"You think they'd mind if I took off for a bit?" Honestly, the pretending was beginning to get to him. As was the sucking up to the alpha that had far less dominance than him.

Maybe they could just intimidate the alpha enough to get him to leave. That'd be a plan.

In fact... would it? He'd give it serious thought, but right now he just wanted to be away from all the looks. And some time to think before he returned here with a proper plan that fit with Yukon's, not just blindly relying on her and making stuff up on the spot.