Name: Fang | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Slate


"Answer me, cur!" The other growled, baring teeth as he said so. Fang had started to slightly panic at the smell of the other dogs arriving, after all finding them in this situation was quite dangerous. "Why is it y-" the lighter dog could barely get anything out of his throat before he was interrupted.

As a light coat dashed foward, knocking Slate on his side. Isa. A split second of shock bolted in his body. "Explain yourselves or a bruised side will be the least of your worries." And what he had feared seemed to have happened, the other dogs being involved was what he had least wanted. "Slate, started nagging me about this 'death scent' I have, or whatever. It wasn't my fault after all. the husky mix answered with a irritated tone, head not looking directly at the other two. Sometimes, Fang thought it was better if certain pack members weren't in the pack, but this time, he was for sure of it.

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Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Territory
Mentions: Isa, Raymond, Mariah, Fang, Slate

Aramis winced as Isa barrelled into the gray furred brute, sending the warrior aside by a few paw steps before she barked out an order to explain themselves. Abandoning the hog where they left it, Aramis approached slowly, ears pricking forward as a somewhat faint scent managed to waft in her direction. It was blood, but not only that. It was a subtle but non-mistakable scent that made her pelt prick with unease, one that set in not so long after a life was taken. Although it was quite cliche to say, it was a death scent, and Aramis was no fool to miss it. It wouldn't have been so alarming had it not been for the scent of blood, and Aramis knew it wasn't the hogs blood, she could tell that from the direction of it. And how could she differentiate the two blood scents?

A subtle detail, but it wasn't as sweet as prey blood made it self to be. No other fresh-kill in camp, either, Aramis observed, after quickly sweeping her gaze through camp."Slate, started nagging me about this 'death scent' I have, or whatever. It wasn't my fault after all." Stopping a foot or two apart from Isa, her eyes narrowed at Fang's irritated tone, dark hued eyes boring into him. "No, Slate's right about the scent. What have you been up to? I see you haven't brought any sort of prey back." A small accusation was present in Aramis's tone as she spoke, nostrils flaring as she visibly sniffed at him. Oh yes, Slate was definitely right. She didn't speak too much, not wanting to give Isa the idea that she was taking control of the situation, but it was too important to go unnoticed by anybody else.

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Name: Shadow | Location: Insurgent -Abolition Border | Mentions: Quillion
Shadow whimpered and pressed themselves farther into the dirt, baring their throat, at Quillion's resounding no. When he turned and seemed to notice how they were acting, Shadow realized that he didn't mean to hurt them. He was in pain himself. Shadow quickly rolled back over, and was starting to stand when - "I'm sorry Shadow, I need some time to cool off." Shadow nodded dejectedly as he turned and staggered away, calling after him. "Oh.. alright then.... Please come see me when you get back to camp...?" There was still a hint of fear in their tone, but of a different kind. They were afraid that he wouldn't want anything to do with them. They turned and started slowly making their way back towards camp.

Name: Slate | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Aramis, Fang, Isa, Raymond, Mariah
Slate growled as Isa barreled into him, but cut it off as he realized who it was. His teeth were still bared in a snarl, but he was studiously not looking at his alpha so that she couldn't say he was threatening her. "Slate started nagging me about this 'death scent' I have, or whatever. It wasn't my fault after all." Slate let out a deeper growl at that, but once again cut it off as Aramis started speaking. She had almost as good of a nose as he did, and he respected her infinitely more for going against her mother's wishes. "No, Slate's right about the scent. What have you been up to? I see you haven't brought any sort of prey back." Slate let his lips drop back over his teeth. Finally, someone was paying attention. "He came back smelling of canine death and refused to answer my questions, so I challenged him. You came back before he could respond." He sat back on his haunches, waiting to see what Isa would do.

Name: Mariah | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Aramis, Isa, Fang, Raymond, Slate
Mariah was used to be ignored. It didn't bother her now as much as it used to. She decided that since everyone else was busy dealing with the fighting males, she would get started skinning the boar. In winter, there is always a need for extra skins. She carefully began separating the hide from the meat, and ripped it into manageable pieces before carrying those pieces into the healer's den. She set aside a group to take to Shadow's den, but everything else went where the healer could catalogue it.

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.|^|Name: Stixx | Insurgent camp | Mentions: N/A|^|.

.|^|Stixx tucked his tail and hid, he was always shy an scared, he limped into bush and licked his paw, it stung..|^|.

(I will be stepping down as leader for lance)

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Raymond |@Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa

``Isa! Are you alright, i've told you not to do anything to weaken your condition- you're getting too old for this.`` Raymond quickly scrabbled to Isa's side, having a worried look on her face and ignoring the thought of the larger dog.

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Name: Slate | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Aramis, Fang, Mariah, Raymond, Isa
Slate narrowed his eyes at Isa as she turned back to him "You have no authority." The words hit him like a slap to the face, and he visibly stiffened, consciously fighting with every fiber of his being against the urge to rake his claws across her face and make her realize who he was. I can't take this much longer, I need to get out of here before I kill her. He jerkily turned and padded slowly out of camp, his stiff motions and aggressive stance daring anyone to follow him. He would go find Shadow. They hadn't been in camp since that afternoon. That would keep him from murdering Isa.

Name: Shadow | Location: Insurgent Territory | Mentions: Quillion
Shadow was slowly making their way towards camp, conscious of how quickly the light was fading around them. They stopped for a moment and looked back in the direction Quillion had gone, wishing he had allowed them to accompany him. No one should be alone in this darkness, but... he didn't want them there, and they wouldn't force their company on him. On another dog, maybe. But never him.

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Name: Ryker|Location: Insurgent's camp outskirts|Mentions: Saint

Ryker had finally awoken, she ran over to Saint with a small smile. "Mommy.. MOMMY!" she said softly as she cuddled into Saint's legs. "I missed you, where have you been..? I thought you had gotten hurt like Mellow and Alejandro.." she said with a small pout. "I remember the day they didn't come home.."

Name: Arseny|Location: Insurgent's camp|Mentions: Fang

He looked at Fang, he let out a deep sigh as he thought about what he should say. "um.. hey.." he said softly as he approached the other male dog with his tail wagging to the left anxiously. "How have you been..?" he asked softly, his head slowly lowering.

Name: Dyse|Location: Abolition's camp|Mentions: Slip

He had finally begun to walk and his eyes had opened, he looked at his brother with a small frown. "What do you think happened to mom..? I hope she's okay..z" he said with a small sigh as he looked down at the ground anxiously. "I mean.. if she isn't okay, who's going to take care of us Slip?"

Name: Tyulen'|Location: Insurgent's camp|Mentions: Anyone
She walked around anxiously, she had slowly ventured out of her pack's camp to meet with Isa. She slowly approached Isa, "Hello ma'am.. we've got some serious topics to discuss today.. And I need your help solving the death of Mavy.."

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Sana | Location: Outside the Territories | Mentions: Fiorello, Demesu

Sana raised her head back to look at the gracious dog, a calm expression on her face. "That, I will try to do." She eyes her son, nodding towards him. "We both will. Again, thank you." She spoke, turning away from the pale dog, Sana began to head over to the closest corner. She stood for a moment clearly contemplating something, before turning back around and sitting with her back to the wall.

"You know I was thinking, you've helped us so much and we never even exchanged names." She chuckled at the thought. "I'm Sana, and he's Demesu, my son." Sana said as she looked towards the larger dog. "But don't let me hold you up, it's getting late and I wouldn't want to delay you any further."

Demesu | Location: Outside the Territories | Mentions: Sana, Fiorello

Why? The only question on his mind was simply, why. In what world does a random wild dog take two dogs into their home and basically give it to them? Sigh. This was a lot, maybe too much. He shook his head, he had to clear his thoughts. "This isn't the time." He mumbled silently, when he came to Sana had finished speaking and was sitting in a corner. He'd missed the conversation, not that it mattered, not right now. For now, he'd just try to get some rest, the smaller dog not seeming like too much of a threat at the moment.

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Name: Slip | Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Dyre
:he looked over and moved to his brother, waddling:
"i dont know.. i hope shes okay too..."

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Name: Shadow | Location: Insurgent Territory | Mentions: Slate
Shadow stopped as the scents of the camp grew stronger. They needed to take a moment to collect themself before they met everyone else. They curled up, nose under tail, and thought about all that had happened that day, including the new distance between them and Quillion. I hope he's alright....

Name: Slate | Location: Insurgent Territory | Mentions: Shadow
Slate followed Shadow's scent trail until a more recent one crossed it, leading him towards them. He stopped a few lengths away, hoping that they were ok. He watched for a moment.... There They were still breathing, but the fact that they were curled up on the ground like that worried him. He could scent Quillion on them, as well as that rowdy pup, Ryker, was it? If someone had hurt them, they were going to pay. Then he realized, they were crying. I should leave them be for now...

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Shatter| Loner| Abolition Borders| Mentions- None

The black and white wolfdog heaved herself up into a sitting position. She hadn't eaten in a few days, and was getting desperate. However, she want stupid enough to go straight into pack territory. She felt her mind track all of her options.... maybe if she caught a dog alone...? She shook herself. No... that was a last resort. But she was very hungry. She started pacing around.

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Name: Shadow | Location: Insurgent Territory (Right outside camp) | Mentions: Anyone in camp
Shadow took a deep breath after the tears had dried and looked up to see Slate standing a few lengths away. "Oh.. Slate... Hello." They watched as he moved closer, cautious of his aggravated temper. "I'm alright now... Just worried about Ryker and Quillion. One left, and the other worried me before leaving on his own." They look off into the middle distance, nose twitching. Shadow looked up as Slate nudged them, then sighed and followed. "I should probably go see what Mariah wants, she's hanging out right in front of my den."

Shadow nodded to Mariah in thanks, then began digging the expansions to their den. When all was done, there would be an extra room off to the side with a bed set up in it for Quillion.

Name: Slate | Location: Insurgent Territory (Right outside camp) | Mentions: Anyone in camp
Slate was pacing as he waited for Shadow to finish crying. He stopped as they took a deep breath and started moving towards them as they spoke. "Are you alright Shadow?" He stopped and dropped his head to look into their eyes. "I'm sure both are fine. Come on, let's get you back into camp." He nudged Shadow with his snout and started back into camp. Slate nodded at Shadow's parting remark before making for his own den.

Name: Mariah | Location: Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Anyone in camp
Mariah noticed when Shadow and Slate reentered the camp and trotted over to wait by Shadow's den in case they were still talking. "Hello Shadow, I remember you mentioning you were planning on expanding your den, so I brought over the extra pelts you needed, I hope everything is going well for you. Have a good evening." She trotted back over to the healer's den and continued sorting pelts.

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Name: Fang | Location: Insurgent's Camp | Mentions:

Fang, was stuck, what could he do? He couldn't lie, Isa would find out eventually. He wasn't dumb of course. "No, Slate's right about the scent. What have you been up to? I see you haven't brought any sort of prey back." Fang listened intently, he tried to think of something. It was impossible to think.

"He came back smelling of canine death and refused to answer my questions, so I challenged him. You came back before he could respond." Now, he was sure that Slate was one of the most foolish dogs he had ever met. He had no right to start something like this, it was humiliating for Fang himself. All the chaos that was happening around him, he couldn't keep track, although he anticipated to see what Isa would think. It was an eerie thing for Fang, how Isa kept looking at him with such menacing eyes.

Telling him off, Isa had finally directed all the attention at him. "Speak." Fang gulped, should he just- "Fine. I was patrolling the borders and then found an Abolition pack dog, slaughtered them." he seemed like he was irritated, like he was annoyed, but down inside he had done something he deeply regretted. He once again allowed his impulsive tendencies to take control, why could he not deal with stuff more carefully when in pressure? Isa could either lash out, or praise him for his doings. In this situation, what she would do was unpredictable. Although it wasn't that he was only worried about that, how would the others think of him? As a monster? Well sure he wouldn't care.

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