Dead Empress Backwater Throw me to the Lions

Open to 1-2. Date Flexible within the last week (May 8-15.)
RE: Vasco, you come across a group of fish spawning.

He had managed to cling on to his rank by the skin of his teeth, but it wasn’t much of a victory. Clover would be birthing Vayko’s pups any day, Sharlee too was pregnant, and meanwhile, nearly all of Viorel’s children were gone. Archer’s betrayal had been an unexpected blow, leaving the now-great grandpa torn, butter for better or worse, the boy was gone with his woman and pups to come. Who knew what had become of Nix and Isla? And Sephrina… That had been by far the hardest hit, such an unexpected loss, and he hadn’t even been there – none of them had. Part of him blamed Viorel, for letting them out of his sight in this forced attempt to be like the Valle’s of the Estuary, still somehow striving to be like them. But he would never say as much out loud. Instead her brooded, increasingly sticking to himself as he wandered the territory, chipping in just enough to not raise suspicion; Hopefully… His little empire of sand had crumbled away as easily as it had been built, and now he had no idea how to regain his upper hand. Which just left him bitter most of the time. Today though, his mood was briefly lightened when he came upon a potential feast, in one of the crooks at the edge of the backwater. A group of fat, slow fish had come into the shallow waters, acting as nature bid them this time of year. And Vasco too would indulge his instincts, to satisfy his hunger at least, if nothing else. Thoughts ”Speech”

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Sage trotted along the riverside looking for something to do when a new scent hit her. Another packmate, but not one she'd met before. The corners of her lips turned up into a soft smile. She wanted to get to know the wolves of the Backwater better. Things had been rocky with her joining being around the time of Sephrina's demise. She shook her pelt to ease any nervous tension her body held and made her way to the wolf in hopes they would be strangers no more.

The yearling came upon the man staring into the water. Curiously she glanced into its depths, wagging her tail at the sight of the fat fish. She stopped a comfortable distance to the side of the male, bowing her head respectfully, "Hello," Her greeting was soft-spoken, perhaps shy, but friendly nonetheless.

"She speaks" She walks She thinks

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He hunched down, creeping towards the water’s edge at a slow stalk – really this was too easy, with the mindless creatures so preoccupied. Still, he would relish the chance to tear into them in the middle of their debauchery, a cruel smirk curling his lips as he fantasized about giving that same treatment to a certain, tawny-furred hellion. But before he could make the actual strike, he was disturbed by the sound of approaching paws. His sneer morphed into a frown as the pallid man rose from his crouched position, steel-colored eyes looking coldly at the young she-wolf making her timid introduction. Og course, the girl was not to blame for his poor mood, or any of the circumstances leading to it, indeed she had no part in any of it, which in fact made Vasco that much less interested in her. As far as he knew, Eros did not hold any romantic interest in the broad, meaning she was hardly family, even if Viorel had chosen to emit her into the pack. Glancing briefly back at the fish, who thankfully were in no hurry to move anywhere, Vasco took a reluctant seat across from the girl. Lashing out at her would do him no good in the long run, so, better to deal with whatever she wanted and get it over with swiftly, then he could return to his meal. “Hello,” he answered in a monotone, brows raised at her in silent question; Get to it then…! Thoughts ”Speech”

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Sage couldn't read the man's irritation but took note of his lack of enthusiasm. She swallowed more nervously. "I'm Sage." She practically whispered out at him before clearing her throat. In a shaky voice she went on, " I caught wind of your sent, thought I'd introduce myself...Are-are you a good fisher?" She peeked back down at the fish before bashfully asking him, "Would you teach me?" She'd caught fish before...but it'd been by luck and not skill. Perhaps, if he'd give her the time of day, she could make this worthwhile for the both of them. She didn't mind doing all the work if he instructed her. The yearling wagged her tail slowly, waiting for him to respond while her emerald gaze studied the swimming lifeforms."She speaks" She walks She thinks

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