Likaen | Insurgent Camp | Deanira, Synopy, Isa, Tok, Jonah, Koroneis
Likaen watched as Deanira approached Isa, the larger dame's fur standing on end as she practically snarled at Isa. When Synopy spoke up, Likaen stood and padded up next to her, sending a chilling glare around at the dogs he could see in the camp. When Isa responded in her cruelly detached way, Likaen's hackles rose and he let a low growl escape between his teeth.

Shadow | Insurgent Camp | Tok, Koroneis, Quillion, Unnamed Raven, Isa, Likaen, Synopy, Deanira, Slate
Shadow heard muffled growls coming from outside their den and, after ensuring Quillion was still resting, they silently padded out to investigate, the second raven following close behind. When they poked their head out of the den, the first thing their eyes met was Slate slinking around the edge of camp, ears and tail drooping in a submissive posture. They glanced around to see who may have caused this reaction and noticed Isa speaking with three unknown dogs. Shadow quickly huffed and pulled themself out of the den entirely to stand just behind Isa, the beta's traditional place. They managed to catch the tail end of Isa's statement as they approached. "Go home and mourn, lest you intend to end up like your beloved delta." Their ears drooped, remorse clouding their eyes. As Isa turned away, they stepped forward, intending to speak to who they assumed where the leaders of Abolition pack.

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Name: Froot Loops (Loops) | Location: border | Mentions ferrer sigge
"bye! please take care of them. i just couldnt feed them not not in the midst of winter so im sorry for droppin it on ya"
:he hollared and perked:
"ill leave your herbs alone... just please dont eat me necxt time we meet"


Name: Sigge | Location abolition territory | mentions: ferrer
:she was skinny and soaked from melty snow, but stayed still:

Name: Slip | Location: insurgent Camp | Mentions: Isa, Jonah
:he had awoken to Isa moving, and went waddling after her, his little flopped ears perked, he watched jonah, and accidently bumped into Isa's leg and backed up lowering their head a bit:

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Synopy | Abolition Co-lead | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: (Direct) Isa, Deanira, Likaen Shadow (Indirect) Jade, Mavy

Just as she said it, Isa seemed just even more irritated than when Deanira spoke up. Was it something about her being less blunt? Maybe. But it unintentional. "I know nothing of that broad's death." the gray-coated dog finally spoke, so she didn't know? Synopy thought to herself, it wasn't a surprise. The crime had only been committed a short while ago. "I'm not sure what you thought would come of this visit, but I'm not interested in your pity party. If I recall correctly, this is the second dog you've lost in merely a week? Perhaps your pack could manage to keep their throats in tact if you'd teach them some common sense, but it doesn't seem you have much to share seeing as how you galivanted directly into my territory." Pity party? That sounded like the brute was trying to rile them up. And it did work a bit on Synopy. The commentary wasn't the nicest she had ever heard, but the fact that it was spoken in a situation so serious it felt like a deep cut through skin and fur, fangs ripping through positive emotions that were dancing at the back of Synopy's head, trying to cheer her up after the sudden news of the pack's delta's death. "Well maybe you could monitor where your subordinates are heading? It's not like we came here for a careless stroll anyway." A normal day, where everything was fine, wouldn't bear a Synopy who would speak such words. She was a flexible dog, able to forgive. Yet murder was the last thing in her entire lifetime that she would forgive. Isa, leader of Insurgent, a gray furred dog, with a reputation that was questionable, let two subordinates pass along after the act of murder. That, was the only thing that she found absolutely unforgivable.

"Go home and mourn, lest you intend to end up like your beloved delta." That was it. The dog turned as if they're own subordinates didn't just slaughter a dog from another pack, and that they weren't just talking to the three leaders of that single pack regarding that death. Synopy would be lying if she wasn't infuriated. Jade, a responsible dog, another source of light, dimmed to nothing. Gone. Especially not long after Mavy's death. The pit bull mix's fall was already a hit on their pack, and with the news of another one would it be quite a time for Abolition. Other than sorrows, there was the growing worry that something might be ahead of them. However, it was to be awhile before that happened. Synopy could she a black figure in the camp, possibly an Insurgent subordinate. Her ears and figure drooped low, had she heard their conversation? "Hello..?" she choked out nervously, trying to sound polite. Was if wrong for to greet a dog from another pack, that was a rival pack, that she didn't know at all? All that was in her head was worry, anger, sorrow, and every negative emotion that she could fit into the pack's situation.

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Cassiopeia | Loner | Insurgent Camp | Mentions: Aramis, Jonah [directly] Tok. Koroneis [indirectly] Sullivan [NPC]

Cassiopeia seemed more or less satisfied with the answer concerning food, staying quiet as Aramis responded to her many questions Her tail wagged at the last bit. "Ooh, that's cool! Have you ever seen anything super awesome!?" Her tail thumped back and forth on the ground now, staring up at Aramis- she repeated the name quietly in her mind- with newfound interest. She'd known before that packs had things like leaders and healers, but she didn't know that there was more beyond that! Her attention suddenly snapped over to a new voice. "If it comes in here, eat it. Ah- Also, hello pups." She blinked, twisting around to study the camp. Thing? What thing- She paused when her eyes landed on the bird, which was flapping around in a manner she saw as chaotic. She suppressed a laugh. "What are you, a mouse? It's just a bird!" She observed the scrawny dog that seemed to be trailing after the fat bird with slight interest. She looked similar to her own father, causing her to briefly wonder if they related. Nah, there are a ton of dogs that look like Papa. I've seen them at his rallies.



Roland | Loner | Outside of Territories | Mentions; Vanadis [directly]

Roland let his own, strong voice fade out slowly, so that he no longer drowned out the other sounds in the city. He looked down at the pup. "You know, my parents would tell me that if you heard 'The Ravager's' howl while you were near your territory, it basically meant you were doomed." He chuckled teasingly. "You know, that rumor isn't entirely nonsense. You don't have to worry about it, though." His gaze seemed to soften just before he closed his eyes. "What am I now? Little Ravager?" He smiled, though he did hesitate before speaking again. "That doesn't have a terrible ring to it..." His mind wandered off on it's own when he reopened his eyes. He appreciated her bright enthusiasm, the one thing he'd seldom had during his own puphood. He decided, right now, that he wouldn't let another dog so much as brush their fur against hers. Until the pup was able to return safely to her true family, he would protect her with his life. And even then, he would still owe her for being able to trust him, and for showing him the security of what it felt like to have true family. "Vanadis? Stay with me for a while. I'll protect you until you can find your kin."



Selkie | Abolition | Abolition Territory | Mentions; Kardama, Artemis [directly]

Selke turned tail and padded away without another word. She didn't even bother to check how closely the big brute was following her, as her paws, although tiny, quickly carried her towards the the edge of the forest. She subconsciously stuck close to the roots of trees, where snow was the most shallow and allowed her to traverse forwards with ease. She didn't even stumble, not once. As the trees began to thin out, her dark eyes scanned the nearest buildings carefully. A ragged, beat-up shack, an abandoned human home, and a dark, overgrown warehouse that loomed threateningly in the distance. She turned away from the last option immediately, instead heading for the house. It didn't look terribly damaged, and the door was wide open. She picked up the pace, hopping through the snow in a hurry. When she finally reached the entrance she nosed it open gently, taking a sniff before shoving through with ease. She glanced around. It looked more or less like every other human den in the city- like it had been suddenly abandoned, things strewn across furniture as if the humans had been wanting to bring every single one of their worldly possessions with them. Her eyes landed on the other dogs. "This is the best I can offer you." Her ears twitched towards a scurrying noise and she growled quietly, watching in amusement as a mouse darted behind an empty mini-fridge. "Free food, too." That was mostly a joke, but she truly didn't care if they took mice out of the house or not.

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Shadow | Insurgent Camp | Deanira, Synopy, Likaen
"Hello..?" Shadow's golden eyes locked on the smaller dame as she spoke. "Hello, I am Shadow, the beta of Insurgent." They dipped in their head in a respectful greeting, their ears tilted to the side and their tail naturally down. "I apologize for my leader's temperament. I wish I could some excuse as to why she behaved that way, however she is always like that." They smiled tentatively, before their expression collapsed again. "I am truly sorry for what happened to your packmates. I cannot speak for the... murderers, but I myself would be ashamed if I attacked a dog with no provocation." They dipped their head farther, their voice coated in sadness. "I assure you, I will do my best to uncover who killed your delta and ensure that they are properly punished. Even if it goes against Isa's wishes." Their last sentence was mumbled under their breath, and they assume no one else heard it.

Likaen | Insurgent Camp | Shadow, Deanira, Synopy
Likaen watched as the large black dog approached, reading no hostility but remaining in front of Synopy just in case.

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Bull | Outside Territory | None


Bull sniffed the cold air and went out for another day of hunting, another day of the same routine, and yet another day of guarding his small area that he called his 'territory'. His 'territory' bordered the insurgent camp, but he always thought the scents of the other dogs were stale. Bull had a nest, made of ferns and moss, hidden in a small cave like boulder. Bull caught the scent of a squirrel, but that's really all that was around recently. He crept out of his nest and quickly listened around for the critter. He spotted it about 10 feet away from where he was standing, and he jumped on it, crushing its neck. It was a fat squirrel, and he was hungry. Instead of waiting to get back to his den, he just ate the squirrel then.

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Suka|inside woods of abolition territory |none


Suka held her head in the air looking for the scent of the deer she was tracking
She had crossed the scent border without realizing she had.she walked forwards following the scent into a open space where there was a cougar on top on the deer with its teeth sank into its neck.it wild gaze turned to her .as soon as its eyes met hers she laid her ears back and took off into the direction of their camp

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Fang | Insurgent Scout | Insurgent Territory | Mentions: (Indirect) Isa, Almost all of Insurgent

Fang's head was spinning, full with thoughts. None of them were great. It contained of worry, anger, and resentment. He had been recently thinking about leaving Insurgent entirely, and he had before too. Those times were when he was mentally exhausted with his surroundings, but still every time, he chose to stay. This time was different, however. Nothing had caused the urge to leave. It had grown naturally. He tried blocking the thoughts, and to focus, but he hadn't had anything else to focus on. The others haunted him inside his own imagination, it wasn't pleasant at all. He had them for years, but day by day they started to irritate him too much.

It was decided, he wasn't budging, yet. He knew that he wasn't ready. He wasn't sure when his 'ready' would come and he wouldn't know how that 'ready' would come. There was a feeling that the 'ready' would happen after something drastic happens. In the bad way.

Fang sighed, he was lying under a large evergreen, sulking as his thoughts clouded his mind away from actual work. He was physically tired but his mind was overflowing with thought. He had shut himself off from the world ever since that incident, he blamed his change in personality on the incident. At the time, he was young, he wanted to make himself feel better. And that lie to himself stuck along with him until now. It was not the incident, it only contributed slightly to the change. It was the environment he chose after the incidence.

Insurgent was a terrible starting point for his life, joining a pack with a leader of a cannibalistic background. A pack in the midst of war. The young Fang seeked desperately for support. And he got attached to the idea that the dogs there would help him, they didn't. Maybe that, was the ridiculous reason for why he chose to stay; he didn't want to let go of the fake comfort zone he had made for himself in his mind.

The setting shaped him, he became something that his younger self wouldn't have become if they chose a different path. His younger self was quiet, distant, and polite enough that even his current self considered him decent. His younger self still had traces of puphood left behind, shielded by the walls put up by him. If he wasn't in Insurgent, would he have ever slaughtered an Abolition dog? Or any dog at all? Would he have had this type of personality?

Now, he was blaming Insurgent. Fang, never wanted to take the blame. The conviction of being wrong or simply taking the blame was too much for him to handle. He always was afraid of taking the burden of wronging, and therefore he used others as his reasoning. What if he chose a different path? Staying a loner? Joining a coalition? What if he chose Abolition? The swirling possibilities were endless. He could've became a ruthless brute, maybe cannibalistic along with it, or he could've ended up a hero or lengend. Maybe he had a normal life, of a loner or of a packdog in a pack other than Insurgent.

He was pretty sure back in the day that he had the opportunity to join Abolition, but he was young and indecisive and he chose whatever he thought would help him. But he couldn't exaggerate young. He was a young adult at the time, and he could think for himself. But he wasn't a great decision maker because of his inexperience and lack of guidance.

Now what was he doing, sitting under a tree, and drowning in his own thoughts about the past and how he could've ended up better than he was right that moment? He sort-of wanted to take off and fly like a eagle, but he didn't have wings. Oh, so he was thinking about how terrible his life is huh? Turning back to the outside, he shook away the thoughts. The landscape was vast, snow-coated and cold with marks of evidence of past human civilization living in the now ghost-city. He wanted to be peaceful. As peaceful as a snowflake falling from the cloudy baby blue sky on a winter day onto a tree's leaf.

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Celestina | Insurgent Territory | Fang
Celest had been wandering all morning, or rather, scouting all morning. She was exhausted, her tail and ears drooping as she shuffled along, hoping to come across some food. Suddenly she went still, her nose twitching frantically. "Rabbit..." She whispered to herself, jaws slavering at the thought of a fresh-kill rabbit. She was a scout, surely she could take a break for a snack. As she crouched and began stalking the rabbit, another scent wafted across her nose and she bolted upright, causing the rabbit to dash away in fear as the snow shot up around her. She looked to the left,, suddenly spotting a large tree in what was once a park. She trotted up to it, her tail wagging slowly. "Fang? Are you alright?" She reached down with her nose, sniffing at him.

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Bull| Just inside the border of insurgent territory|none

Bull had decided he was tired of eating squirrels and the same routine every day. He had come upon the idea to adventure throughout the immediate area. He unknowingly had crossed the Insurgent Border in search of food, and all he could think about was the taste of snowy rabbit. His mind was not focused on other scents or the fact it was winter and the dark would come soon. He spotted a large sized rabbit, and started running towards it.

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Shadow | Insurgent Camp | Isa, Deanira, Likaen, Synopy
Shadow was left in silent shock at Deanira's revelation in regards to the killer. Their mouth hung open, ears pinned against their skull. "T-that's not possible..." Suddenly, they remembered Slate's strangeness when he returned earlier. "How...?" They bowed their head, silently processing the information. After a few moments, they looked back up at the Abolition leaders. "I understand, thank you for sharing this information. I will see to his punishment myself." There was a new hardness to their gaze, a detachment that wasn't there moments before. Shadow grimaced as Isa returned with the pup. 'Oh no...' They let out a near silent growl at Isa's harsh tone, their fur prickling. They looked to Deanira as she spoke, wincing at the pain evident in her voice. Shadow proceeded to ignore Isa as they spoke with Deanira, acting as though she wasn't there. "I apologize once again for the pain our pack has caused yours. I will ensure that Slate is punished." They dipped their head. "I will also pass along the warning regarding the borders. If you would like, I would be more than willing to escort you back to your territory."

Likaen | Insurgent Camp | Isa, Shadow, Deanira, Synopy
Liikaen listened in silence as Deanira handled the two higher-ups of Insurgent, nodding when Deanira looked back at him, indicating that he is ready to leave whenever she is.

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