He was close. He could smell them on the air. River wolves. He shouldn't have been so close, but he wanted to catch a glimpse of that ugly, scared male he had "run" into before, they had a score to settle after all when the other male had walked away from their scuffle. Pitiful excuse for a wolf. Rhysis had been searching for him ever since, with little else to do with his life, he had the time to track down a loser to beat him to a pulp. The problem was, he didn't want to get too close to the borders. He didn't know much about these rivers wolves (even though he lived with them as a pack mate for some weeks) so he didn't know how kindly they took to strangers that trespassed just that inch too close to the borders. It was better to be safe then sorry anyhow. He took to skirting around the edges. Careful not to cross any marked borders- he didn't fancy having a whole pack after his skin.

He'd been hunting for an hour or so now, looking for any scent or sign of the ugly black wolf but was coming up with nothing, not until he spotted a rather large male, perhaps similar to his age in the near distance. He seemed to be... shifting around on the same spot? How very odd. "We should go take a look." whispered the ghost of his father, his strong, greying muzzle pointing in the direction of the wolf who seemed unable to move from the spot. From this distance, they couldn't see why he seemed to be trying to pull himself out of sitting, maybe he had a bad back? He'd have no pity from Rhysis or the mirage of his father. It seemed more fun to go over and poke fun at him instead.

With his mind set, he ambled towards the other wolf. His head and posture high in cocky arrogance rather then dominance. That would come out when he got closer of course.
As he neared, he got a good look at the problem. The moron had gotten himself tangled up in some vines and other things. Rhysis could feel his eyes wanting to roll in his head at the stupidity of the situation, but he held them in place and focused on the large male and allowed his smooth, deep southern drawl to escape his lips in a sarcastic comment. "Wow." he started, a cocky smirk kissing his lips as he came to a halt, a good distance away. The other male wasn't exactly small and like most of the wolves around here, carried a lot of weight behind him. Seriously, was Rhysis the only male here who was tall and skinny?! These guys needed to go on a diet or something. "How dumb you gotta be to get captured by a tree?"

There was that name again. Why did everyone keep calling him that? Did he have a twin he didn't know about running around doing good deeds? It seemed almost everyone he met knew that name, but he certainly didn't own it. He began to wonder if there was some sort of disease in this land- everyone seemed to be fucking crazy here. His eyes narrowed in distaste of the thought of being surrounded by freaks. It wasn't a comforting feeling, but if they were all dumb enough to get stuck in a tree, he didn't feel he had much to worry about.


"Name's Wolf, mate. And my day is going far better than yours it seems." he said calmly with no concern that the name he gave was bullshit and he couldn't actually recall ever having a real name. He approached a little more cautiously as he watched the other begin to gnaw on the vines and tangles around his paws. It was quite amusing to watch such a big fella stuck by something so small. He wished it would last, he could quite happily sit here all day and watch, laugh, not offer any aid towards the other. He didn't get too close though, just in case those vines were thinner than they looked. Still, he kept up the dominant posture, fluffed up, alert, ready just to look a little more menacing. He knew what he looked like, and it would take a lot of puffing to look as strong and thick as this other male. Not that he was worried, he had enough experience in his belt to never fear a challenge... no matter how burly the opponent; but his confidence was never without the sense of acknowledgement that things could change very drastically, very quickly and that one should always be prepared.


"So tell me. How does one exactly get tangled in an inanimate object?" he asked, enjoying taunting the colourful male with no care of the consequence. Hell, perhaps he needed a foe in his life. Afterall... he didn' t have many of those. Pity that his mind had forgotten the two packs who would love nothing more than to see his head on a stick. Perhaps he might not have been so cock sure had he known the truth. Still, they say ignorance is bliss.