The paths of the Mountain of Dire are few and far between, so the young buck did not have long to wait before he was discovered. This was not a typical kill; there are no signs of the buck having been hunted. Illness doesn't seem to be the answer either. Could this be the start of an epidemic...?
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The smell of blood and death was not in the air so it surprised Weldering to look down from the slopes of the Dire Mountain and see the buck laying limp on it's side, dead. With two wolves gathered to it's side it appeared as though a kill had been made, but without harming the creature? This alone was enough curiosity to question the two rogues present, maybe find out how they managed such a feat. Cautiously not idly wishing to disturb the strangers he worked his way around the trail approaching them to hear the last few words exchanged to one another.
'There is no blood, don't you see that? I don't want to eat it, but I will fight to keep you from taking it. It could kill you. There might be a disease.' Ranger was speaking yet making no sense and anacoluthia. These were not kind or faithful words spoken in order to protect this other wolf it was blind greed! They were all lone wolves after all. Black lips curled back revealing sharp and deadly ivory fangs while rolling his shoulder blades forwards to step lightly forwards in a prowl. Weldering moved beside Roach just as prepared to fight for the kill now but only to help Roach - if having a small share of the meal came as a by-product then that would be just dandy. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"You speak the words of a lone wolf with a full stomach." Weldering sneered, this darker side of him with no patience was a rarity but he believed with all honesty that Ranger was the one in the wrong. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Making up lies so that we leave so you can eat it alone. If you do not want to eat it then why fight for it? Go away."
Although Weldering had yet to make a kill he had no qualms with it either, it was what he had trained to do in his previous pack. He would not kill without a justifiable reason but the silver and black brute certainly was prepared to defend himself and right now defend his small stake of claim on the carcass. Oh he was willing to share, there was enough for all three of them but what he would not put up with was arguing over the rights of who it belonged too. Ranger had not killed it herself so technically whether she arrived here first or last Weldering did not see it as her property. Especially not now that she had said she had no intention of eating the fallen buck. Screw her, just because she was not hungry did not mean that Roach and himself had to starve.
So what if they did not know how the Buck died, it could have died of perfectly natural causes, it could have fallen off a ledge and hurt himself with injuries not visible to the eye or suffered head injuries from the previous rut. Even if the buck had fallen sick, maybe died of pneumonia or some kind of flue every wolf had strong natural immunities and infections and diseases like that were not spread by eating the victim of it. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"There's more chance of me getting struck by lightning then dieing from eating this." He scoffed, the arrogance pouring from his lips which for him was a huge abnormality. He was tense, under pressure and feeling awkward and right now Ranger was the one making him feel this way and so the quicker she left the better he would feel.
His bright twilight blue eyes glanced across towards the other male at his side, he was glad to see that other male was tolerating this alliance. Soot coloured ears twitching as he listened and also made out the scrambled words feeling a general sense of bilocation with what had been said. But he pieced it together and was reminded by a similar wolf he'd met called Marsh who also struggled to get his words out in the right order. It was now however getting to the point where his reason was beginning to calm him down. While his hackles remained bristled and body still fully alert and poised ready for action he scuttled closer to the corpse of the buck defiantly.
'As I'm a better hunter than both of you, though, I've already eaten today.' Weldering sneered, blackened ears folding back aggressively towards the she-wolf. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"You know nothing about either of us." He hissed, it was in fact true that he was a hopeless hunter and that he relied more on fishing but he was not about to applaud her for some wild stab in the dark accusation. There was no need to start randomly throwing insults into this argument... how typically female he huffed as he thought to himself. 'Why would I keep you from eating this deer if it was healthy?' <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"Who's to say you don't want to eat it?" He quickly retorted back, though this heated debate was going in circles and he'd had enough. <b style="color:#0d5b8c; font-family:geogia; font-size:13px">"You?" Weldering scoffed. Now standing directly in front of the fallen buck he reached out while still holding his defenses in place aiming to grasp the nearest part of the creature and yank it back between himself and Roach. All the time keeping his icy blue gaze on the she-wolf Ranger. he did not trust her one bit.
It was a strange occurrence that the tawny male happened upon the gathered wolves. While bilocation was impossible, and he wished to stay close to the pack lands since Indru’s disappearance, the hefty male had opted to travel to the mountains in hopes that his uncle might have insight on the matter. After all, perhaps Indru had said something to him. As his paws lead him up the slopes of the large land, his ears twitched at the sound of insistent voices.. and perhaps anger? Normally, the River wolf would have been more than content to keep on his way and ignore the event.. but it was a flash of dark fur tipped with silver that spurred the frown upon his stoical features.
And so Ruiko moved forward, his large figure moving up beside that of the she-wolf he had met prior. His sharp yellow eyes regarded both the males before him; both he recognized, only one he had conversed with. A flick of his tail was the only sign of his amusement to this fight, and his eyes fell upon the subject of the matter. The two male’s stood fiercely above the deceased animal; one that looked young and capable. Ranger’s words were not entirely untrue.. and yet, who could blame two lone wolves desiring such a feast; large prey was impossible to catch when alone. “Let them have it,” he murmured darkly, amusement cast in his voice. “If they drop dead from disease then it’s two less wolves hunting prey this winter.”
Sex: Male
