Maksim was a proud wolf, raised to be righteous and to know his place. He was not one for brutal stares such as the one Namara was offering him, a look that spelt nothing but a lack of respect for the leader of Darkwater Rapids. To him, it was a step too far. The ungracious stare made his blood boil and his lip rose, a thundering snarl ripping from within as he once again snapped at her, teeth clashing with an intimidating click. How dare she? The brute had to resist the urge to charge her, to knock her down into the water beneath them, to have her beg for his mercy. The words she uttered were nothing more than falderal and the Darkwater leader would not take them without a rebuttal. Whilst Namara would let her traitorous thoughts swim in her head, he would take the initiative in speaking as a leader. His tail raised upright and he displayed clear dominance over Namara. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“I was born upon a mountain, you ignorant cur. I have travelled across it and many others in my time. Are you as stupid as you are ill-mannered?” His tail rose as he took a step forward, his muzzle still wrinkled and his sharp canines still exposed, <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“I have more respect for the dangers of the slopes than I have for you.”<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“This is, as of now, my pack. It was mine before this disaster, during Kade’s den ridden state, so do not spit words of “their pack” at me.” How dare she mention them, as if she had the right to bring them up! If she had an ounce of respect for both the Attaya wolves, then why had she been so scarce on their lands? She was a pathetic excuse for a woman and a pack wolf. And suddenly, he was straight to the point. He would not beat around the bush. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“As soon as we cross this mountain, you are to leave immediately, less I be forced to remove you by my own tooth and claw.” Namara’s disrespect was met poorly by the Baranski. As far as he saw it, she was a danger to the delicate hierarchy of the pack. She was trouble. His case would have been further proved had he heard the words she uttered to her friend. He would have shoved her down, beneath him, demanding she show him the respect he rightfully deserved right then and there. Luckily for her, that would never come, though she may receive quite the beating if she tried to face off against him. Which would be worse? Being pushed out just before winter or being put in your place? If only she’d not tried to push her way in charge …
Slowly, the leader turned his attention away from Namara. He was cautious and wouldn’t put an ambush from behind past her. She seemed wily enough to attempt it. The Baranski was already alert, given the current situation, but it was focused elsewhere. Barking to the soon-to-be-evacuees of Darkwater Rapids, Maksim addressed the bunch. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“Let’s go!” Lifting a paw to turn leave, the male’s jaw fell agape as Astra suddenly split away from the group, throwing herself straight into the vicious, turbulent currents. What on earth was she thinking? Had she fallen victim to a sudden bout of somnambulism? Or did she simply have a death wish? He pushed through the water, to the back of the pack, regardless of whether or not they should leave immediately. The agouti male truly cared for the safety of all his followers. Frantic, reptilian gaze followed her. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“Astra,” he bellowed, his ears folding back though not out of anger but out of worry. He watched as she grasped onto something—no, someone—and pulled it into the top of the den: Destin. Relief flooded through him, though they could not waste another moment in these lands. Her decision could have ended disastrously.
<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">“Astra, when you and Destin can, find your way back to us! We have to leave now!” Knowing that @Astra (and hopefully @Destin, too) would understand, that their situation with the children was dire, he turned and once again took his position at the front of the pack. He inhaled deeply, glancing behind him. There they all stood, awaiting the order to move. @Anastasia and @Lachesis. Their tight friendship offering one another support. Taras (born as @Hati yet not known as that). Silent as always, yet willing to leave and march by the Baranski’s side. @Quil and @Cinder. The sisters he would protect as if they were his own young. @Ash. A stranger to the Baranski, though he was pack all the same and had done nothing wrong. Yet. Finally, @Namara Laylani. A wolf who, at this current time, he wouldn’t care about if she was swept away. Darkwater Rapids’ members (and one soon to be ex) ready to follow. Maksim looked straight ahead and with a loud, booming bark he began to run forward, knowing they would follow.
Behind him, he left @Kade and @Ava, @Mace and @Rowan. Maksim could only pray to whatever gods that may exist his friends and their young be safe, that they find a new haven to raise their two beautiful princes. He wondered of the yearlings, @Lily and @Isadora, too. Were they safe? Were they with the Attaya family? His heart stung a little at the few wonderful memories he had here. He was leaving his first true home within the Lore. The place he had found a new family, where he had hunted with his pack mates and rested with them, too. The place where he had seen his leader’s children grow, where he had sworn himself to protect them from whatever dangers lay within these lands. The place where he had what every wolf wanted: security. It was much harder than leaving Grizzly Hollow. Here, in the Darkwater Rapids’ territory, he had made his own name mean something. Part of him now began to understand how Kade, Destin and @Sibyl may have felt leaving the Cedarwood Forest. It was like leaving behind a part of him. He could not be entirely sad, though. The future could be—and would be—bright elsewhere, under his command; a pack that would truly be his in heart and name, a land of opportunity, of strength and of compassion. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px; color:#d8ddcf;">