My kind party.

Earlier that day, Rhysis had followed the scent of Athena and Jedd off the lands. One stronger then the other, it appeared they had left at separate times. Curious, as ever he was, Rhysis had pursued the scents across their lake, across the trail of the heights and onto the rise and falls of the Fireweed Rise. He’d simply kept his distance, not wanting to be seen as the stalker he was actually being, and allowed the two to meet up when they came face to face with a wolf who looked very familiar. Rhysis had kept his distance, his scent downwind and used the shadow beneath a cluster of trees and tall grass to remain hidden from the gathering. With their scents blowing in his direction, he noticed the familiar stranger was a Creek wolf, and it was only when she spoke that he recognised her voice. She was the wolf who had attacked him in the snow...
He remembered her clearly now. She had been sickly looking then, thin and angular, now with the pack help she looked much more of a wolf. What a pity she had survived, but on the upside he could now have the pleasure of killing her himself if it ever came to it. For now, there was no benefit to her death other then self satisfaction and whilst that was a good reason... he was staying put for now.

A good job he did, from no where the dark and unforgettable form of Triell appeared and waltzed arrogantly towards his second and pack subordinate. The way he spoke to little Athena made his hackles bristle, but he kept put. Now was not the time to interrupt... Not just yet. Athena was small but she could handle herself, he was certain... but that certainty vanished as she began to grovel and apologise. Highly irritated by her reaction. She didn’t need to explain herself to him. Yes, it was regrettable how they had to leave but they did what was best for Naira. He wasn’t surprised at all to hear the blame lay squarely at his paws. Everything was his fault wasn’t it. It was his fault Volkan wanted him dead when all he had wanted to do was apologise. His fault Naira stepped forward and allowed their passion to overrule their senses. His fault he had worked hard to achieve his own pack. Bad Rhysis, how dare you be so noble.

Utterly sick of the entire situation, he couldn’t hold back and further and had sauntered forwards, away from his shadows and strolled boldly, regally towards the group to stop aside his own pack wolves.
As he arrived, he offered a snap and a growl towards Nina, he was no longer in the mood to ignore her and rise above her presence. Her every breath irritated him, but now quite as much as the other dark wolf who was so utterly full of himself as he spoke down to his second. He’d deal with Athena and her cowering later.

”Oh Triell... Jealousy looks hideous on you.” came the unmistakable tones of the dark leader as he stepped forwards, getting into Triell’s personal space, each word spoken was laced with sarcasm and aggression towards the younger, shorter brute. It was unfortunate it had come to this. He had always liked the younger wolf, considered him a good acquaintance but everything had changed now. He wore the scent of the enemy.

After his... encounter with Rhysis on the mountain, the fluffy brute had been left... aimless, empty. A shell of what he had been on his journey upwards. He had no purpose anymore and despite his lack of enthusiasm to return to Grizzly Hollow and all the drama that awaited him there, he had begun his slow decent.

Not for the first time, the large male had decided to detour by the fireweed rise. It was becoming a favourite haunt of his. He had met Rebecca here, and made a new friend in Kiche. Now all he wanted to do though was rest, in the peace of the slowly sprouting and budding plants around him. It would be beautiful come summer.

He was however, ripped from his reverie by snaps and snarls and a mingling of scents on the breeze. It seemed he was unable to escape the drama no matter how far he wandered. Raising his head cautiously he caught sight of Athena and Rhysis, and a large number of unfamiliar wolves. It would seem they were in trouble and with a frustrated snort, the silver brute raised himself with a shake. While they may have just had a... disagreement, Rhysis was his ally, and he would not leave him in a time of need.

The loyal fool.

Stalking towards the group, one of the wolves decided to suggest they try and keep the peace, but by the looks of things, raw emotions were already overpowering those of logic (which he himself had always been lacking) and a frustrated growl escaped his own throat, keeping a little back from the scuffle on the right side of the other male that smelled of Rhysis and his pack. Damn the boy, where was he hiding them?

"Can't ever get any fucking peace ay?" he said with a little sarcastic drawl of his own. They may not know which way he would jump, but he sure did.