Cors Ossum a loaded god complex

All welcome, special mention for @Catarina. Heads up to @Moonshadow and @Kajika that Ro's gonna be gone for a day or two without really saying anything.

He'd been in a pretty shit mood for a while now, and it made it difficult to keep that shiny soft mask attached to his face. On this particular morning, he'd taken a hare to Chan and the little freak had the audacity to spit at him. Of course he had lashed out, and the other teen would be feeling the repercussion throughout his broken limb for the rest of the day, but the insult still remained. And worse than that, it was worrying to see the Eastfall kid muster up a bit of spine.

What if the day came and Chan didn't leave? What if Roland had overplayed his paw? This battle was still won, he knew that, but the war was anyone's game. It all depended on who the adults wanted to put their faith in, and despite his superiority, Roland knew they would place it in their own blood.

It burned him up.

So he'd left, taking off down the mountain and escaping into the forests below. This one, to the North, drew him in with its fog and darkness. The shadows' depths cooled his heated fur and soothed his charred ego, and he attempted to leave behind his anxious thoughts by focusing on exploring this alluring place.

The fog layered the earth like a plush fur coat, muting the sound that usually inhabited the lively woods. She could only hear her footsteps. Usually Catarina would appreciate the atmosphere. It was eerily calm, a step away from the hunting and tracking and traveling that deprived her of any sort of leisure. But her belly churned in protest, reminding her of her failed attempt at hunting earlier that day. The grouse she'd been trailing all morning had taken a sharp turn, disappearing into some heavy underbrush.

Presently, her nose hovered an inch above the ground; she inhaled, and picked up nothing but damp earth and rotting leaves. She rolled her head back, giving a frustrated little snort. That grouse was the second sniff of prey she'd let slip from her grasp. Why was she so off her game?

A twinge of anxiety gripped at her. Rogues starved all too often where she had grown up. Packs had occupied most of the prey-rich areas, and Rin doubted it was much different here. She was holding up for now, sure, but she could feel exhaustion beginning to tug at her limbs.... "Don't be paranoid," she growled suddenly. The yearling began to move through the trees, keeping her nose to the ground. She would be fine, she told herself. She just had to focus.

It was only a little while before the scent of another wolf drifted towards her. Still fresh—actually very, very fresh. Rin blinked and swung her head around, spying a shadowy figure several feet across from her, obscured by the mist. 'Well, you're not a grouse, but...'

The she-wolf chuffed loudly enough to carry over to him. "Getting lost in the fog, are we?" Her words were a gesture, her tone light and open. She hadn't encountered many wolves in this region, and was curious about its inhabitants.