Atticus & Dove's Song

A pair of lupine figures ghosted through the ferns and staggering pines. One moved with certainty and purpose, and this one was the larger of the two - a pale figure with a head dusted gray, as if dipped in ash. His eyes were a cold, piercing yellow, remaining bright and clear in defiance of advancing age. His tail was also up, curled slightly so that the tip pointed back at his head, and swaying with fur thicker and more feathered than your average wolf. A second glance would show that this beast was not purely wolf; his ears and muzzle were too long and pointed, and his legs decorated in that same feathering that graced his tail.

Behind this brute sprinted a canine that was a little physically larger in stature, but somehow seemed smaller compared to the male. Her head was down, and her brushy tail swung low and stiff, signalling her anxiety at entering another's domain unannounced. And so boldly at that.

Orcai

Orcai heard the rustling of ferns and the soft squelch of moss being trampled somewhere nearby. Her mind was still filled with thoughts of that curious human, and she half hoped that it was a two-legger wandering through their woods, but..

-No! They're dangerous. That's what mum and dad said... I shouldn't want to see them.-

The young wolfess tried to anchor those latter thoughts in her mind, without much success. Musings of humans soon drifted from her thoughts anyway, once it became clear that the noises she was hearing didn't come from a pair of bipedal legs. Whatever was moving so boldly through their realm was canine. And a pair of them, at that.

The black and white wolfdog moved towards the sound, believing it might be her father and brother. But upon intersecting the pair of interlopers, it quickly became apparent that neither of these canines were familiar to her, and she gave a surprised bark. "Halt!" The command fumbled from her mouth as she felt her body go tense. Never had Orcai come across trespassers, but she instinctively flagged her tail and stood her ground. "You're in the Silver Glades territory, you know. What are you doing here?"

Atticus & Dove's Song

Atticus stopped, but he did not let his tail fall low, or look the least bit intimidated by the young wolfesses standing so bravely before him. Cold, piercing yellow eyes sized her up, noting the peculiar form of her coat - dark and dense on the top, but pale white and shorter on the bottom, as if she'd stepped through a vat of white paint and got just her legs and chest coated. She was young too, not fully filled out, even if she did stand at an impressive height and weight already. The brute sniffed, but could pick up little through a nasal cavity that had long since been destroyed during a fight, leaving the upper part of his snout caved-in and scarred.

Without a keen sniffer, he couldn't reliable discern who this fae was. Regardless of that, he maintained his emboldened attitude, "You forgot to ask who am I." Atticus reprimanded, "And I know precisely where I am. Who are you? And who lives here now?"

Dove, standing a little ways behind Atticus, had her dial lowered and her tail passively hung. A few scars decorated her soft features, but unlike her great uncle, she could smell. Scents here were familiar, in a familial sort of way.

Orcai

The sheer audacity of this stranger! Anger and indignation began to bubble up in the young wolfdog. She felt her hackles rise and her gaze sharpen into something less than friendly as he demanded answers from her, in her own home! A growl wanted to come out, but Orcai clamped down on that and strove for calm in this unexpected situation.

'He's been in some fights.' She noted, her gaze briefly falling to his marred muzzle before jumping back into those cold, yellow eyes. 'And he's old. I could hold my own against him... right? And she doesn't look interested in violence.'

Taking these things into quick consideration, Orcai pressed firmly back at Atticus, "I live here, with the rest of my family. I'm Orcai, daughter of Aakari and Dovahkiin, and I can assure you they will not be as polite as I am when they discover you here." Orcai glanced to Dove, then back to the brute, "Who are you, and what is your business here?"