Rembrandt | Male | Saarloos Wolfdog | Alpha
Location: Streets --> Alleyway | Mentions: Yoru, Luna, Autem

Rembrandt walked along the edge of the pavement, sticking to the shadows of the back-alley road that lead towards his pack's base. What he had intended to be nothing more than a short patrol of the territory had turned into a full-on confrontation with a group of flea-ridden cats. Luckily he'd come out unscathed, as none of the mangy felines had been brave enough to attack him, but it had taken him a while to herd them out of the territory without causing too much of a ruckus. A small snarl escaped his maw as he thought back on the creatures, glad he had managed to drive them off. They were nothing but pests who ate all their food. One of his large ears swivelled to the side as he heard the familiar voice of his Beta not too far off, seemingly questioning someone.

His interest piqued, the male turned and trotted over to the alleyway where he'd heard the barks coming from. When he rounded the corner the first thing his eyes settled on was the spotted pelt of Tem, a smaller corgi stood just opposite him. The corgi herself wasn't much of an issue. She didn't look especially defiant, and Rembrandt had no doubts that Tem would be able to handle her. The brutish male who came to stand beside her, however, was more of a problem. The thing looked like it could eat poor Tem with a single bite. He'd have to intervene.

'Is there a problem here?' The voice of the scar-mangled loner reached Rembrandt's ears as he made his way over to the trio with light, elegant strides. "Not unless you create one," he called, undertones of a threat hidden in his silky voice. He came to stand beside Autem, staring down the unknown male with an intense amber gaze. "What makes you think you're in any position to question my Beta?"

Yoru | Male | 4 Years Old | Tosa Inu | Loner
Location: The Streets | Mentions: Luna, Tem, Rembrandt

Neither Tem's attempts to make himself seem larger nor the arrival of another male with an authoritative stance and a height that truly did rival his own seemed to faze Yoru, his stoic expression never faltering. The thinly veiled threat hidden within Rembrandt's tone saw the slightest hint of narrowing eyes, but beyond that, he appeared unmoved.

This dog's words sounded strange on his ears, but the accents of this land were still new to him. He supposed his own voice held evidence he came from somewhere far away as well. "I don't purposefully start conflicts," he replied slowly, staring into Rembrandt's fierce gaze unflinchingly, "but I'm happy to finish them when needed." He might have said more, but he noticed almost immediately when the corgi began creeping toward the alley entrance, eager to escape the tense confrontation from the looks of it.

Now that she had removed herself from the situation he no longer had any reason to remain and abruptly began backing away. It would have been easier to turn around, but he wouldn't dare bare his back to a pack of strangers. "Don't follow us," he added curtly, though he half expected the wolfish alpha and his beta to rush them. His faith in other dogs, to say the least, was not high as of late.

Rembrandt | Male | Saarloos Wolfdog | Alpha
Location: Alleyway | Mentions: Yoru, Luna, Autem

Rembrandt raised his head slightly at the male's comments. Who did he think he was, speaking to him as if he were any random street dog? He searched the dog's expression for anything that might help to decipher his thoughts, but the male was completely unreadable. He must not be a very experienced stray, though. Only dogs who didn't know any better would speak to an Alpha of a pack in the fashion that he did; on his own territory, no less! Well... that, and dogs with a death wish.

He watched him as he began to shuffle backwards, unable to hold back a scoff when he asked that they not be followed. "Just keep walking until you're off my territory. I won't be so forgiving if we see each other again," he warned, turning and padding off in the other direction. "Come along, Tem." As soon as they were out of earshot he'd turn to speak to the Beta again. "I want a patrol sent out around this area before the end of the day to ensure that they've left. I'd also like for everyone in the pack to be informed that if they spot a brindle dog with a scarred muzzle he is to be brought to me immediately. I can't have a dog like that lingering around here if he's not in the pack." He wasn't as worried about the corgi. She'd looked fearful during their confrontation, and he doubted she'd be daring enough to defy his orders.

Ewin | Male | Hunter | Hideaway | Mentions: Josiah

Ewin was just laying around, unsure of really what to do. He was bored and wanted someone to play and bring out his inner puppy, or at least tolerate him enough to chat with him. 'Why does it have to be boring? I'm going to die of boredom at this rate!' He'd whined to himself, his tail softly thumping on the ground beneath him. His ear perked as he heard someone walked in, turning his head to see Josiah, probably returning from some kind of hunt as he saw the dark furred dog set something small down. Ewin stood as his tail wagging happily, he was glad one of his packmates were here. He finally had someone to converse with. "Josiah, I don't think I can explain just has glad I am to see you! I was starting to get the impression that everyone just got up and abandoned me!" He barked, chuckling a bit afterwards. He was about to open his muzzle to speak again but paused as he suddenly felt a change in the air around him. It felt calm yet heated, almost aggressive in a way. Whatever was or had happened the tension from it was real, and Ewin wasn't too sure how he felt about it. "You feel it too, right Josiah? The tension in the air I mean?" He would ask the other male. He doubt he was just overthinking this.

Yoru | Male | 4 Years Old | Tosa Inu | Loner
Location: The Streets | Mentions: Luna, Tem, Rembrandt

A scathing remark danced on the tip of his tongue, but Yoru swallowed back his words, concluding any further comments wouldn't be worth the trouble they'd incite. He wasn't at his best after days without proper sleep or sustenance and he had no idea how many dogs lay hidden inside the hideaway. The wolfdog alone would already be a worthy adversary. Yoru might have the advantage in regards to weight and muscle, but he'd learned in the ring slimmer, faster dogs were not to be taken lightly. Under different circumstances, he might have admired the male's poise and self-assurance, but Yoru had never been a fan of being bossed around.

Once clear of the alleyway with no sign of the pack dogs pursuing him, he allowed some of the tension to ease from his body. In the moment, the confrontation had made him feel more alive than he had in days, but now that it was over he could feel a familiar sense of weariness and gloom returning. The wolfdog alpha's threats meant little to him, but he supposed there really was little reason to linger within another dog's territory. This area of the city clearly wasn't where his owners were located anyway. The issue was he didn't have a clue where this territory began or ended and he didn't have the best sense of smell anymore, but he wasn't about to go back and ask them.

A small, anxious voice drew his attention downwards seconds later as it appeared the corgi had returned to thank him. He waited for her nervous chatter to cease before offering a dull, "you're welcome," proceeding to pick a direction and start to move. Yoru wasn't entirely sure why he'd intervened. It wasn't as if he were particularly kind or compassionate, but she had looked rather defenseless and it struck a nerve. Dogs who picked fights with those smaller and weaker than they were a disgrace, and while he could acknowledge he couldn't know their intentions he hadn't been willing to just walk away. "Those dogs want me out before the end of the day. Do you know where their territory ends?"