Shadow | Insurgent Territory | Aramis, Fiochmhar
Shadow took off after Aramis, their long legs quickly eating up the distance between them. They easily kept pace with Aramis, keeping a respectful distance between them. "Do you think he left to find Ryker?" They shake their head slightly, their eyes fixed on the trail ahead. "No, I suggested that we leave her with the loner, and Quillion was understandably upset about that, but that wasn't why he left." Their eyes gloss over for a moment as memory grabs them by the snout. "He said that he wasn't sure he could come back with the way things are. He left before I could ask him what that meant." They rejoin the present world in time to hear the tail end of Slate's howl. Their brow furrowed in worry, but they didn't seem inclined to leave the current task. "Yes, that was Slate. That's not where the trouble is though.... My bad feeling is in the same direction as where Quill was going. Slate needs to be alone right now anyways. That wasn't a howl that invites questions." Their eyes lingered on the buildings in the direction of Slate even as their paws carried them past Aramis on Quillion's trail. A moment after, their eyes widened as they caught sight of a dog running full speed out of an alleyway. "Quill..! That was a loner! We need to find him!!" They quickened their pace, loping around the corner and almost crashing into an Abolition hound.

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Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Shadow, Fiochmar, Quillon(Directly) Slate(Indirectly)

"Yes, that was Slate. That's not where the trouble is though.... My bad feeling is in the same direction as where Quill was going. Slate needs to be alone right now anyways. That wasn't a howl that invites questions." Aramis didn't bat an eye as Shadow walked past her, still looking at the direction that the howl came from for a few moments. Something about his voice sounds off, though. She wanted to say, looking conflicted. It sounded s if it was coming from the Abolition-Insurgent border as well. Still, it wasn't too much of a concern, so even though she was awfully curious about it, Aramis picked up her pace once again, closing the distance between she and Shadow in just a few heartbeats. Just as she did however, the scent of blood hit her nostrils like a brick, copper hued eyes flashing with alarm. Her paced picked up urgently, just in time to see a large dog fleeing an alleyway. A terrible sense of forboding crashed into her, almost making the world spin around her just as Shadow started to speak.
"Quill..! That was a loner! We need to find him!!" Aramis didn't need to be told twice. Aramis's lighter frame easily flew past Shadow as she broke away, turning around the corner heartbeats before Shadow did, the latter almost crashing into a dame in her path. Aramis stopped in her tracks, her legs sending a cloud of snow billowing up in front of her. The smell of blood was thick in the air, Aramis's gaze following the departing dog before her gaze would dart over to the source of the blood-scent.

Her eyes flew wide as they landed on a familiar, spotted pelt, their hunger pang frame painted in a deep shade of crimson. "Quillon!! Her voice tore from her throat in a shriek, the spotted dame bounding forward, paying little attention to the abolition dog and Shadow. Her frame nearly trembled as she stopped just before her brother, eyes raking across the angry wounds on his flank. Her own flanks started to heave as her breathing grew more heavy. "What the hell happened!? Did that mongrel do this to you? We need to go home, screw whatever none sense you spoke about tomorrow morning." Her words spilled out of her maw with rapid succession, backing way to stare at the blood that had dripped onto the snow, staining it red. Her head would spin around to stare at the abolition dog, the fur along her spin raised and her lips curled back, painfully reminiscent to a certain dog they knew all too well. "Who are you? And what the hell happened here?" She addressed the other in a loud bark, the gravity of the situation making her appear far more hostile than she meant.

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— Shiloh | she/her | Location: Abolition territory | Mentions: Reo

Winter had finally dawned on the land, the earth now wore a coat of white. It was bizarre to the lanky female how it only took days for their world to change into such a wasteland that the snow brought upon them. Taking slow steps, listening to the snow crunch satisfyingly under her paw pads, Shiloh stared blankly at her paws as she walked. She was tired, not physically– she didn’t do much to physically tire herself out, but she was just tired. It’d been quite a while since Ferrer, Reo, and herself found the corpse of a packmate. She visited Mavy’s grave often, Shiloh picked flowers to place upon her resting place until the season slowly caused the number of plants to diminish. Lifting her head, Shiloh huffed out a visible breath after a long inhale through her nostrils. Completing her tasks with the new weather became harder, not impossible– but the snow certainly was a pain in the tail. No alarming scents, good. One step crunch, two step crunch, three step crunch. It was a satisfying sound to her floppy ears, she quite enjoyed it in all honesty. However, it was difficult to adjust to the chilly temperatures, even despite her wooly coat.

Setting off in a direction, Shiloh’s honey eyes spotted paw prints sunken into the layer of cold, followed by the recognizable scent of Reo. She hadn’t spoken to him much since the incident with Mavy. Nothing against the scout, but she wanted to avoid the subject as much as possible. The female stepped into his paw steps to make minimal noise– sure enough, after a bit of a walk she spotted the dog. He was half inside the burrow of a rabbit, eventually wiggling more and more inside. Shiloh suppressed a laugh at the sight, though her bright eyes caught sight of the brown ears of an alert rabbit against the white snow. On pure instinct, Shiloh set off for it, her paws kicking up snow in her wake. Leaping over Reo and his burrow, she yipped; ensuring he knew someone was there, and after quite the sprint she caught up with the rodent. Though as the lanky hound lunged for it, her jaws just barely missed its haunches, frustrated she let out a growl and pushed herself farther. Surely, Shiloh eventually caught it– snatching it off the ground by the back of its neck. It only struggled briefly before its warm body went limp. The frosty air made her lungs hurt all the more, Shiloh was a fit dog but winter made everything ache it seemed.

Turning back to head toward Reo with her catch, she dipped her head respectfully once she’d come upon him. “We meet again,” Shiloh hummed, settling the rabbit between her paws before she looked back up at him. Of course, they’re seen each other since Mavy’s death but she hadn’t made a point to speak with him in conversation until now.

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Raymond | Location: Abandoned hospital (Insurgent Territory) | Mentions: None

Raymond silently hid behind the empty, dusty counter. Still afraid of being seen by another dog again like last time, she peaked out of the counter her eyes scanning the abandoned room. Raymond pinned her ears back as she hid back down, covering her eyes with her paws.

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Curly | insurgent warrior | location: insurgent camp |mentions:

curly had been huddled in a ball, thanking herself repeatedly in her head for having long fur. it was then her brown eyes shifted to look at a pebble, watching it and obliviously reading each detail like it was a book. hey, it wasn't like she had much else to do. ugh. she missed the last season already.. despite it not being too far in winter. was this annoyance? she wished her mom was here so she could ask.

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Reo | Abolition Scout | Location: Abolition/Insurgent Border | Mentions: Shiloh, Jade, Slate

Having half his body in the burrow, Reo kept digging his paws to wiggle closer and close to the prey. The dog saw a flash of a brown tail escape his sights and he lunged forward to attempt to snap it with his teeth. No success. As he was about to move closer, a yip was heard from above him. The sighthound jumped and hit his head on the hard dirt that was above. He let his own yip escape his mouth as he scrambled out of the burrow. Reo finally got his head out of the tunnel to see the other scout trotting up to him. He dipped his head in respect as she did hers and he noticed the brown rabbit in front of her paws. "Hey, that was my prey, Now you stole my thunder and now I look like I'm a lazy bum." The light brown canine joked to hopefully ease any tension and awkwardness. The two dogs hadn't held a conversation with each other since last week on Mavy's death. The hound trotted past the mutt and flicked his tail at her as he went by. "I gotta do even more work now to impress everyone." The dog stated with humour in his voice.

As he started walking past, a howl rippled through the soft breezes of the wind. His ears turned toward the sound and the hound took off. The snow wasn't an obstacle anymore. After the events of last week, he didn't want to make any more possible mistakes. The two scouts were already close to their own border and what happened last time made the hound feel some form of trauma. It took about a full minute before Reo reached the scene. The scent of blood filled his nostrils a second before but he pushed it back. It wasn't possible to after another injury, or even death, happen again so soon. However, once the dog reached the destination, anger-fueled him.

Once was pure, white innocent snow was now soaked a crimson red. Pawprints encircled the corpse and left in a straight line across their borderline. The crime scene stunk of death. Reo looked at the corpse of the dog. It was... it was their delta, Jade. And an Insurgent scent leaked off of her. No, this couldn't be happening. The hound let off a growl instinctively and he raised his front legs, only to smash them into the thick snow. For once, he was sick and tired of acting diligently. These past incidents have been quite unfair. Rage clouded his eyes as he looked back at the other scout. It didn't matter what Reo felt at this moment, as he cared about what Shiloh was feeling. She didn't handle the last murder well but now only discover another dead dog. This one was on their territory, their home. At least last time, the other dog had a reason because Mavy was in Insurgent's land. The hound looked back at the corpse and peered off to where the pawprints and the scent led. "C'mon. We have to tell the leaders. It looks like this is war now." Venom coated the dog's words as he began to dig a hole through the thick snow.

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Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Shadow, Fiochmar, Quillon(Directly)

'Do you see any blood on my claws?' Aramis's eyes sparked with annoyance at he dame's curt response, which was honestly reasonable, since Aramis was the one to snap out at her. Still, she let out a low growl towards the other, generous enough to sound less angry than she did before. "I was asking you what happened, broad, not accusing you of anything, answer the question." She sounded impatient as she addressed the other again, forcing the fur along her spine to lay flat. Well, mostly flat. Her gaze on the wiry dame was blocked by Quillon moving in between them. "Calm down, Aramis. I would look a lot worse if it wasn't for her." Her ears pressed against her skull, drawing in a shaky breath to ease her mood. She frowned, eyes lingering on her brother's bloodied flanks before she spoke. "Sorry— It looked like you were a walking corpse for a second. Glad you're not one though." She said, her apology directed to both Fiochmar and Quillon, but mostly to the latter. Her tail began to whip back and forth as Quillon bumped his head against hers, Aramis leaning into the touch, a smile slowly replacing her frown. Her eyes were still clouded with worry, but she looked happy to see him. "It's good to see you."

"I wish our reunion would have been better than this, but it's good to see you as well. You know there were rumors that Abolition murdered you and Jet? I wouldn't believe it." She said in a lighter tone, settling herself on her haunches as her tail vigorously stirred the snow behind her. "I got attacked by a loner. He claimed he wanted to eat me," Ah, Aramis guessed the fleeing dog was the culprit. Had he still been there when Aramis arrived she would have threw herself at him, with how she was feeling at the sight of the bloody scene. Shadow and Fiochmar's presence seemed to slip straight from Aramis's mind as she stayed gazing at Quillon. Her head tilted to the side rather dramatically at Quillons detail about the loner wanting to eat him, a brow furrowing. Have the loners really gotten that desperate already? The thought made her uneasy, but she shook it off, wanting to keep the mood light. "You as well? I got attacked by one not even an hour ago! I thought the mongrel was rabid. Just our luck." She hummed, her voice laced with humor as she did so, even if she was just talking about how she too was attacked. She turned out fine anyway, no need to sound so mopey about it. Plus, Quillon is here! And he's safe— well, for the most part.

"Maybe I should take that as a compliment." Aramis almost let out a puff of laughter, tail still wagging furiously behind her. "Oh really? I never thought you'd fancy advances like that. To each their own, I guess." She said in another humorous tone, raising a paw as if to prod at him, but deciding not to in fear it would harm him further. "We'd best have Raymond treat that."

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Raymond | Location: Abandoned hospital (Insurgent Territory) | Mentions: None

Raymond heard the light clattering of objects, now yelping as she scrambled into the corner. The dog shivered in fear, why am I so scared? Maybe It's just the breeze, or some dog trying to kill me! Oh god have mercy on me please- She thought in fear hiding in the corner like a rabbit being hunted down.

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Name: Jet | Location: Insurgent camp |Mentions: isa
:he heard his mothers voice, and turned his head towards it, getting up from his resting stance, his eyes on her.... oh why he'd love to tear a new one into her:


Name: Slip | Location: insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa,Daivik Curly,
:he dodged around Daivik and padded faster to keeep up with Isa, but peered curiously at Curly:

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Shadow | Insurgent Territory | Quillion, Fiochmhar, Aramis
Shadow sneezed as they skidded to a stop just before plowing into the Abolition dame. The scent of pain wasn't coming from her, nor was there a hostile scent. They shook out their fur, sizing up Fiochmhar, before their eyes, almost glowing in the dim light, settled on Quillion. They let out a soft whimper as he winced when he pushed between Aramis and Fiochmhar. Once he sat down and was chatting with Aramis, Shadow padded up to him, ears back but tail wagging, to inspect his wound. "This is bad... Hold still for a minute, this might sting." They nosed at the snow, making a small pile of it before grabbing a chunk between their teeth. They looked up at him with a warning in their eyes before gently placing the wound. "Let that sit for a bit before you try to move. It should help to stop the bleeding before we can get you to Raymond." They turned to the Abolition dame. "Thank you for helping him fight off the loner."

Slate | Abolition Territory | Reo, Shiloh
Slate was laying not far from Jade's body, shaking, covered in her blood. His eyes were glazed as he stared off into the distance. He didn't see Shiloh and Reo approach Jade's body, and he was barely breathing so he didn't pick up on their scents. Some small part of his brain was surprised that they didn't notice him, but the majority of his brain was replaying the fight with Jade. If you could even call it a fight. It was a slaughter.

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Daivik | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa [directly] Slip, Curly [indirectly]
Daivik blinked. Oh, okay. I know that look. He sat back down in his spot respectfully, tearing his emerald gaze away from the pup. "You haven't happened to see my daughter around camp today, have you?" He thought for just a second before shaking his head a bit. "No, ma'am, sorry. I don't believe she was here while I was out hunting, either." His eyes followed the leader as she moved towards his packmate, but he looked away momentarily. It was none of his business if she wanted to single out the long-furred warrior- She has every right to, as the pack's leader. He thought bitterly to himself.

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