Dreamcatcher and Rose

The mare had been here for a while now and had seen no sign of her love. Majestic Rose had been growing fast, A year and a half old and full of life.

The small mare had indeed also been wondering of her father. Where was he?

She and her mother were both by the stream, eating, drinking and generally passing the day lazily. Dreamcatcher had put it down to the fact that Wildmoor had buisness to attend to, but she wasn't completely sure. With another sigh, She took to a cry to him before once again endulging in the sweet emerald grass.

Atticus

The young wolf-mix had just lost a rather heated battle with his brother, and now had a very pronounced limp in his front leg. Though they were only pups, his brother had managed to sink his fangs to the bone. Atticus had done some damage too, leaving his brother with a bloodied throat and shoudler, although none of these injuries were very serious, since both were young pups.

As it was, Atticus was divulged in his hurt pride and didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. He needed to let his anger and frustration out. As he went along through his terra, which overlapped the Prairie Falls terra, the pup scented the mares.

He had never seen such creatures before, and his interest was quickly peeked. Feeling hot anger bubbling in him still, Atticus was determined to have some fun with these two creatures, even if they were a heck of a lot bigger than him. Bristling up his fur, Atticus ran towards the two with a series of barks, trying to get a reaction from them.

Dreamcatcher and Rose

The mare scented the pup as he approached them, her head shot up from the grass and she stomped her hoof in alarm. Rose too copied her mother before her mother butted her. Run Rose! Majestic Rose may have been okay, she was certainly bigger than before and had learnt the traits of the wild, but her mother was still very protective and Rose obeyed, She darted away into the trees out of sight.

Meanwhile, Dreamcatcher snorted angrily. This was her home. What right did this pups have barging in here?! Half-rearing, the mare pivoted round to face the pup. She charged for him, lashing out with her fore-pillars towards the small pup before skiding to a halt and rearing, bringing her hooves down hard. She would eaither hurt him, kill him or chase him away. She didn't care which, as long as he was away from here.