They were back, the lowlands flat rolling surface stretched out in front of them, long grass sprouting from the ground. His mitched matched gaze swept over the land. It was odd being back, why were they back? They had just been wandering with her, surviving, living a life which was more than just rolling on their back as lowest. She helped them free, she was strong, stronger than them. And strength was important, the ghost new as much, and they were learning, growing and becoming more.

So why were they back?

Why had they come back to were they been so weak, why come back to old paths. And yet had they not come back before, come crawling back. Perhaps it was just how Fenrir saw the path in front of the ghost.  The god was not one whos way's they would try to decipher or understand. They simply live, stang and be strong. One way or the other. Black lips would part, a deep breath takes in the scents around them. The pond in front of them almost round to perfection. The early summer had chased away the cold months, spring had passed and brought memories with it. Memories they did not want they knew it was lost. A snort, irritation growing in their fur as they shook themselves. Gaze seeking the woman, she was strength, she was the one wolf whom he could not fail. For the simple reason, there were no promises between them. At least none had been spoken.

She was no king, nor queen. She was not a piece on the board, not a pice to be plaid in the great game. After all the kings had fallen, the ghost was no longer a pawn to black or white.

Her words were met with a slight surprise glance from their own good eyes, brown orb watching her as if thinking over her words. To prove themselves? Did they need to prove it? did they wanna prove it? Breaking up old wounds usually did them no good, they learned that by now. A twitch of their tail as they turned to watch the lowlands again. Yet they were curies, what did she mean? What did she have in mind? Keale had been their rock, in a way. She helped them climb out of the hole, helped them grow stronger. Even IT seemed to have lessened its hateful grip. At least a bit. Poor wolf, scared of the past? voices in their head caused lips to pull in a silent snarl for a moment before smoothing over. They weren't scared, not anymore.

Mismatched gaze turning to the women, brown orb focused on her as the over glazed white stared ever unfocused. "What you got in mind?" he asked black lips neutral in expression, wondering what she had in mind. Wondering what she wanted to do, and if they could follow. The lore was part of their past, part of the black hole they finally managed to pull out of. But a newfound curiosity for the way she worked, the way she thought and acted brought them to wonder. brought them to want to know what she had in mind. 

And what did they have to lose? There was no king to fail, no rules to stumble over. No one to disappoint. No home to return to and no wolf to look for. Just them, It, and their mind. So what did she have in mind? What chaos did she wanna make?

   



"Talking." IT.  

She waited for their reply, seeming patent with them. And at their answer she changed, at least they saw the subtle changes, the small smile, the movement of her tail and the tone to her voice. They spent enough time wither her to know, and they could not help but grin slightly. "Sounds good" they rumble, if she wanted hell they could surely rais it. But then she changed, a stench swept through the wind and canine growls reach their ears.

A flinch of their ears as the lowered their head to defend their throat, the tree vermin catching their eye.

Three of them, defending a meal. The ghosts jaws would part in a smile as a long rumbel of a growl seept from their lips. Slowly they move forth, legs bending and change motion to stedy them and ground thier balnce. Their tail flaged out behind  them but did not rise in dominance, they ghost did not need dominace. "Three aginst two, what good odds" they rumbel not looking back at the women, instead they snarled teeth flashing at the vermin.  They hadn't enged them jet, and despite wanring growls and snarls the ghost stood their ground. Waiting for her to join in or leave, they follow her ofcurse. They been following her since they left the lore, at winters call, and followed her back with summers rise. 

The Ghost felt a surge of something as she moved to stand beside them. It was odd, less then a year ago they had coward beneath every one elles. And they done it without trying to rip themselves free, she had pulled them free she been the one to snap their chains. She had been the one to break them fully. For broken they were, broken to the core. A core which was as dark as his father had perhaps hoped for.

NO

They would not think of the past, they left it behind. The kings were dead burning in their castles, they were no paws anymore. They would not look for freedom in the chains of kings. Anger boiled in their blood, as they moved forth, head lowering and stance steading them as they challenged to vermins. The need an outlet, need to get rid of this feeling.

The ghost brawls forth, aiming to try and get a grip of the first and best coyote. And teeth meets flesh the taste of iron strong in their mouth. The first coyote is stuck between their jaws, a strong grip on its upper body as its fangs rip through the flesh of his shoulder and lower neck. They growled through the fur and flesh in their mouth. Not having any intention of letting it go, not even with the pain exploding from their shoulder.

The ghost knew Kaela would back them up, so they did not fear for the outnumbering instead they moved to try and free themselves from the vermins fangs by shaking it to a side in a quick and rapid manner hoping to also maybe slam it into one of the other coyotes. 

The throw was a lucky shot but the vermin twisted as it landed on the ground getting on its legs snarling and hissing. The ghost had hoped to slam it against the third beats but it came to appear that the third vermin had joined the battle by attack the silver woman. The ghost snarled, their ears flat against their skull. Vermin, muds with no benefit other than death. The Ghost saw red, the iron in their mouth bring an ill-tasting bill to the back of their throat and boiling thoughts to their brain.

It was odd, less then a year ago the taste of blood, the thought of killing anything would have left them devested and fearful. But now? The ghost wanted nothing more than to raise hell, and these three vermin were a good start. 

A deep rumbling snarl left his inky lips as they abandoned their attack on the first coyote and instead turned their attention to the third vermin who had attached itself to Kaela. Her snarling voice left a grin on their lips.

Wrong move vermin.  

Though the ghost did not leave much time for Kaela to try and free herself instead they moved forth jaws parted aiming to grab the third vermin by the hips or lower body and pull it back away from Kaela in an attempt to help her get the damned Varmin off her shoulder. Who knew maybe they could rip it in half if she managed to get a good grip on it too.

Of course the first coyote the vermin they had flung away was still there, and it makes itself weary known when a sharp pain explodes from his left hind thigh. Sharp teeth gripping and tearing as it pulls at his leg. A snarl rumbles through the fur of the third vermin still in their jaws as they make an effort to rip and tear at the third vermins body. The ghost could deal with the first vermin at his legs in a short moment.