Drooping Willows through my kaleidoscope [bwp]

North Eastern Drooping Willows, basically nowhere near WR. Close to Sacred Groveof course cause coyotes anyone else can pop in. or not. up to ya'll ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
back dated to like idunno 4/23, she's 6 weeks pregnant.

Getting down the mountain took quite awhile. After all, she was only getting fatter and more uncomfortable. Her stomach felt like it was full of some rowdy squirrel that she had eaten whole and alive, and now it was trying to escape. Occasionally the squirrel would stop fighting, and usually hole up somewhere by her bladder or something—a lovely experience all around. Alastor helped her by finding a better perspective from which to view the situation. The squirrel was his idea, because to Sahalie it felt like there was a little storm cloud inside of her that had come to life with an electric vengeance. At this point she had decided—but hadn't yet brought it up—that she was quite sure, "I think we'll only be having one."

This came out of her mouth almost as a consequence of her settling down against a nearby, budding willow tree. Having a squirrel inside her made talking and walking just too much effort when she was already nauseous and trying to keep it together. She saved most of her chatter for their breaks. At this point it was unlikely that they'd make any more progress for the day. There was little light left in the waning red light of April, and thoughts of coyotes still plagued their minds. Part of her hoped that they'd left all the rotten mutts on the other side of the mountain, but as she gazed around looking for some suitable place to finally crash she remembered one of the last times she had been in this area, as a little girl swarmed by coyotes and rescued by a wolf from Willow Ridge. Wraith.

She blinked. Actually, Willow Ridge would have been nearby. Obviously. The trees were enough of a clue there. Her first thought was of Sven, and how he was fairing and if he had realized all his dreams and if he—she looked at Alastor. Those thoughts were probably better left buried.

(This post was last modified: May 08, 2018, 02:28 AM by Sahalie.)

Sahalie had only continued to balloon, growing even a little bigger in the week that they’d spent with the Height’s wolves. He was glad to have been able to catch up with them, the interaction good for both he and his mate. At least, in his mind it had been. She still seemed to have her darker episodes, but he did his best to keep her positive. It was funny how their roles had switched, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He would support her like she had supported him for so long. After all, what else were best friends and mates for?

She settled down on a nearby Willow tree and he settled nearby, sitting down and allowing a large yawn to gape his jaws. He stretched, rolling his shoulders in order to try and work out the stiffness that had settled in the one that had been injured. It seemed to be healing as it should and had formed a scab that would likely soon fall off on its own, leaving behind fresh new skin as if nothing had ever happened. He’d be grateful for that day. His attention turned to Sahalie as she spoke, stating she thought that they’d only be having one. He looked at her stomach, thinking she sure looked pretty big to him. “What makes you think that?” he asked.

There is a deer carcass being picked over by three coyotes. They spot you and become territorial of their kill.

@Kino sorreee about the wait also i might have had some alcohol before i wrote this ?

"Well..." it was hard to explain the situation and sensation inside of her, but at the very least, "It's just one movement inside of me. Like... just one sq—"

She had apparently been too exhausted to notice that they had settled down close by to a fallen deer. The wolves had already eaten most of the most nourishing or useful bits, she noticed as her head turned with uncanny slowness to stare at it, and now it was being picked over—surprisingly quietly—by a group of coyotes. And just as Sahalie's eyes finally rested upon them they all turned to her. Three sets of soulless eyes. Really she thought, feeling like this was all some sick joke. But these could not be the same coyotes from over the mountain. There was no way.

Sahalie was now even less capable of fending them off. And the coyotes knew it. They could see it in her swelling sides. She couldn't be sure if they were just being territorial of their kill or if they were more interested in her vulnerability. "Alastor," she whispered, honestly trembling now. "They're here."

He had expected them. Their presence was what had drawn him out, away from the pregnancy-swelled sides of @Ravenna and @Leotie to investigate. It was becoming clear that there would be no driving out the vermin; an infestation had befallen their forests and fields, and until there was less to risk, the wolves of the Ridge would have to settle for guarding what was theirs rather than striking out to eradicate every coyote found. Still, if they were too close, considered a threat, they would be dealt with.

What Sven wasn't expecting was her, without the scent of pack but thick with the hormones of pregnancy that he had grown so familiar with.

He saw her and her blue-eyed shadow, staring down a small group of the invaders. From here, the Ridge alpha could see that the young woman was shaking with fear. He would not hesitate to alleviate her. Tipping his head back he called for the pack.

@Blitz @Koda @Lilith @Blackmoore @Reiko @Enia @Adeltra

(This post was last modified: May 08, 2018, 02:41 AM by Sven.)

OOC: S for swearing

He had been at the far border when Sven's call went up, summoning the pack to him. His dark ears flicked back and down a fraction. His leader wouldn't call for just any old reason. Paying heed, the ink furred brute left his task, half finished, to see what the fuss was about. As he strode through the Willows, ducking under their elongated branches, he had a pretty good idea of what it could be.

It had only been days since the coyote mobbing so close to their borders and the stench of the devils wasn't fading. He had used brutality and sheer force to set an example by slaying one of their own. With the help of a stranger, now turned pack mate, of course. He did it once and he would do it again. As many times as needed to be done to ensure that the lives of the Willow's unborn pups and their mother's were safe. Blitz, who in his early days in the Lore, didn't give a rats ass about anyone's well being but his own and his family, was now shaping up to be a formidable dark knight in the making.

Hardly surprised but no less disgusted, when he arrived there was a scene unfolding. There stood Sven, whom he always adopted a more respectful posture around, and two other wolves he did not recognize. The smaller female was noticeably pregnant, while the monochrome blue eyed male, he assumed to be her partner. Standing guard over the fallen carcass of a deer were three possessive coyotes, their sights turned on the pair of lone wolves. With way too much interest. His lip curled in a snarl as he looked the vermin over. Had the two that had gotten away regrouped and joined forces with another? He didn't know and didn't care. Hackles prickling, he took a challenging step forward. "Frickin bastards can't take a hint..."

A lot have changed in the past few days. The friend the male had interest in had turned out pregnant. Or the man himself had found a new allegiance despite the former. Yes, a lot have changed - but even more was still going to. The nature of his loyalty among other things, as right now it had been build solely around the nature of his relationship with the silvery woman as well as on the fact he'd chose to wear the colors of Willow Ridge from his own violation. It doesn't sound like much, but it was hopefully just a start. Besides, he'd got twice the number of reasons than many who seek pack life didn't he?

Whatever the case however, the call have not befell on the deaf ears. The dark male have been out on a patrol for quite a while now, inspecting the situation of which everyone in willow ridge got quite aware after he'd got attacked by coyotes for a second time this year. And not just by himself, but together with Ravenna they had to flee for safety. After all, nobody should gamble with the life unborn, especially the alpha as it had turned out to his surprise. With that in mind, it had been even more important to keep a close check on the scourge that had befell the lore lately, which had been quite a topic between him and Ravenna's counterpart, white male called Sven. Which was exactly the man responsible for the call that had set Blackmoore off running.

After all it would look quite bad if he'd failed to respond to it. Even worse if his suspicion would turn out to be true. Which it did, as the man have arrived soon after Blitz, the male that helped him and Ravenna. Giving him the chance to strike back at the impertinent curr's that dared to raise a paw on a 'mother-to-be'. The male however had seen it as a group effort, despite the fact it was him who'd tasted the blood first. And wouldn't mind to taste again, as the scene that was beginning to unfold before his emerald eyes had bear close resemblance to the one he had just lived out himself not so long ago. Well, with one exception of the fact he had seen it from a different perspective this time, as the male was coming as part of the rescue. None of which were (or could be) pregnant like a ball of untamed fury that was first to come to his and Ravenna's aid then.

Blackmoore have joined Sven from his unoccupied side, just as the other male - Blitz - stepped forward to say what probably all of them had thought in a way. The beige stricken male agreed with a grumble as he'd turned his head briefly to look at Sven and Blitz. "Let's not take any chances and separate these people from the vermin first. If you won't mind..." With that, the male have overtook Blitz and rushed forward to throw himself in between the strangers and the coyotes. The male was going to take a stance and a ferocious growl towards the scavengers once there of course, but the idea was to show those scoundrels that this path was shut.

And that Willow Ridge had not forgot what they did few days ago.

(This post was last modified: May 17, 2018, 09:06 PM by Blackmoore. Edit Reason: New Skin! )

@Sahalie @Sven @Blitz @Blackmoore We're looking to get this going quick, so post with as much haste as possible c:

He peered at her as she spoke, curious as to her explanation. After all, he was curious about how many pups they’d be having too. She mentioned that it was just one movement and he tilted his head curiously. She could feel that it was just one movement? He tried not to shudder at the thought of something moving inside him. Kino had to give his mate brownie points, she was taking this like a champ. She seemed distinctly less concerned about everything that he thought she would be.

Her sentence cut off and he looked at her in confusion, but the look of panic on her face made him turn around instantly. Three coyotes postured over a carcass and he was instantly posturing in front of his mate, tail flagging and lips curling back to reveal rows of sharp teeth. He snarled at them, warning them to back off when a howl rang into the air. The voice was familiar and he turned, topaz gaze narrowed to see a man with white pelt sending the call into the air. Ah, he should have known.

Soon, two other wolves joined them. Both of them dark in coloration, one smaller than him and the other larger. And...familiar? He didn’t have time to think on it, attention focusing back on the coyotes. The vermin were outnumbered and outgunned now, though the silver man made no move to attack as the others did. He’d be stupid to leave Sahalie out in the open like that. So, he tucked her close to him, all but standing over her as he snapped his chops at the invaders daring them to come closer. He waited to see if the coyotes would run or if they would be mauled or chased away by Sven’s merry band of giants.

feel free to control the coyotes too, just thought I should make things interesting. tl;dr the coyotes are attacking blackmoore

She had tried to take care to stay away from Willow Ridge for now—she was hoping to stay away until after any maybe-litters were born, as surely they would be. In the end, though, she was grateful that they had not strayed too far, for before the coyotes could so much as move towards her the very wolf she wanted to see the most appeared. Only a little more than a year had passed but he seemed so much more composed, controlled, regal now. Time had been more kind to him than it had been to her.

At least he could call for help, she could only watch open-mouthed.

Alastor stayed by her side, protecting her, and soon two equally gigantic charged onto the scene. One postured threateningly towards the coyotes, and the other lunged forward and between herself, her mate, her child, and the coyotes. It made it a little difficult to make out what happened next, but she could see a little of the action through his legs.

Almost immediately one coyote took off. The other two were undaunted, and one especially did not like being flanked by five wolves—even if Sahalie was veritably incapacitated. It snarled and seemed to make some sort of gesture its remaining mangy comrade. The two of them launched an attack at the larger of the dark wolves, the one who moved in their way.

"Do we run?"

Sahalie didn't want to leave Sven here, like this, after he basically saved her life. They had the situation under control, though. There was so much Sahalie wanted to say to him, but also she desperately wanted to get away from the coyotes and get to her father.

It the two strongest of the men that immediately answered Sven's call, a very suitable turn of events. Still, their presence managed only to deter one of the three. It would be a fatal mistake for the two to remain. Any coyote didn't much deserve its life, but these two were certainly too bold to allow breathing for much longer. Sven issued only one command as Blackmoore moved.

"Kill them."

His own muscles swiftly went to work, carrying him at great speed over the ground and at the vermin. His scarred body collided with the nearest canine focused on his subordinate, sending them both rolling. While the coyote yelped in alarm and scrambled to make sense of what was happening, Sven's powerful jaws went to work while his strong limbs kept him on top.

The scent of blood grew heavy in the air, and none of it was his.