The "falling" acorns were quite an annoyance to the male, yet despite the best efforts from the rodents above - the man had kept his mettle. For the most part that is, as initially they managed to coax out an annoyed growl from him on the beginning of his patrol. But it had been hours ago, and over this time the bushy squirrels seemed to have also loose some interest in wasting their time to throw some pinecones or acorns upon a creature that profoundly refused to give them satisfaction. Although i had to be said, that they got pretty close to breaking the dark male's "vows of silence". Fortunately the man prevailed, as he ventured off as usual quite some distance beyond the border of the willow ridge. Doing the usual tracking, inspecting prints left by strangers and most likely by the coyote pickets. Today like the days before, it seemed that everyone was doing their part of the dance - as the male came across a set of fresh tracks. The size of them, as well as fragrance that still lingered in places along the path had suggested to be exactly what the man had been looking for.
A coyote. A scout most likely.
The only divergence from normal was the presence of the second coyote, which he'd found not far from where the dark male had found the first prints. It seemed... unusual to say the least. But then perhaps he did enough of a good job to cause them to adapt the same rules as Sven and Ravenna did for the Willow Ridge? Maybe. Perhaps. But even if, it would be rather a team effort from everyone, not just him... Whatever the case would be though, the man had altered his route to follow the tracks. He even smiled briefly, as he welcomed the change from the usual boredom of having to deal with a solitary scouts. Scouts which would escape anyway, as they were too slippery for the towering male to even hope for a chance to catch one of them. But who knows what might happen today if there's two right?
Whatever his hopes for today would be, Blackmoore haven't envisioned nor expected involvement of anyone from the Ridge though. Which was probably foolish, considering a fairly recent affair with Sven's daughter that had ventured beyond the border just days ago. But as the old motto goes, that 'no plan survives the contact with the enemy' - neither did his expectations upon hearing the first growls from just ahead of himself. Not thinking much, the male had stepped up his pace - soon finding himself rushing towards the sounds on a reasonable pace considering his big frame.
It didn't took him long to catch up with the scene that had been unfolding in the shadows of a particularly old willow tree... The blood boiled in him with anger as he'd saw two coyotes closing in upon the figures in which he'd recognized the pack's Consul and Lead Scout. The first he had recognized instantly, thanks to the unmistakable pattern gracing her coat. As for Leotie, it haven't been the first time he'd came across Sven's mate, starting already on his first day in the pack when he'd got to defend the silvery amazon from unwanted advances of three coyotes that day... But as the man rushed in closer, his feverishly green eyes locked upon a third packmate that had made a fuzzy apperance from below the Consul. Right now Blackmoore couldn't tell was it Freya or Ragnar, but it didn't mattered either way. A pups presence had added a whole new sense of urgency to his trot however, as the male scurried towards the scene. A low growl coming from his maw, raising in volume as he came closer and closer to the elderly willow under which Leotie and Enoki made their stand.
With a raising amplitude of a freight train, it didn't took long for the two mongrels to notice him as they had been forced to look behind. Soon they had scurried with angry yelps as they had been forced to make way for the guardian that had stopped and turned sideways to have an eye for both the coyotes and the two ladies of the ridge that stood above Raganar (as it turned out to be, once the male had given the pup an neutral glance). With a gentle nod, the man had spoken a little apologetically. "I have came as soon as I'd heard the ruckus." His eyes jumped from the females towards the pup as he continued. "Is everyone all right?"
For now the coyotes kept their distance, waiting for them to give 'em a chance to do some damage...
Sex: Female
