Blazed

Long after the sun set, the tundra animals regrouped and packed into their territory for a long nights rest. Yet one hulking figure kept propelling itself deep into the cadre. Smaller animals that had taken residence after his leave scurried out of his path remembering the pain the four terrors, his offspring, had caused them. Blazed, however, did naught but snap his jaws as a forewarning. He did not have time for a small snack before he issued his call. It was always like this. His pack could not remain without him and so new blood tried to seize his canyon. He was somewhat worried. He scented Heero, yet the scent was almost a week or two old. And only lord knows where Vindari hid the pups, Artemis, and herself. The shrew was a cunning individual.

The canyon had been in his family since his father's father was alpha, and yet again, he was going to fight for it. The aphotic male caught scent of new and foreign blood upon his return into the canyon. His lip quivered, shinning incisors peaking out from under the shaking skin.

The moonlight shimmered dangerously off his dark coat. Thick, sinewy muscles rippled like waves under his midnight pelt as he went, a hard glint in his icy blue pools. Blazed's maw parted and sucked in a lung of frigid air. His pillars ceased to move abruptly and with a mighty heave, he threw his cranium back, a mighty warning erupting from deep within his rib cage. The call bounced of the canyon walls an infinite number of times and did not end until the alpha was sure his point was made. His voice soared up and down the scale of octaves and in spite of the wind; it did not fade and roll away with the wind. His lips formed a small O as he wrapped up his call and clamped his jaws shut with a snap.

Blazed's tail and crown snapped up into a position of normal dominance while his entire hulk was prepped for the arrival of his new foe. His locked his limbs and shoulders and stood wholly immobile. His near white orbs of azul washed over the canyon searching for the brute that had called his land within in the scruffy, dead bushes backed by the copper tones of the canyon wall. The river rushed to his three and the sounds of the nautical amphibians did not distract him. He filtered out the sounds that were a normalcy for him and listened only to the strange clamors not native to his beloved canyon.

Minutes had passed while Blazed was still in deep thought and his trail of mental notes led his back to his right hand man, Heero. Would he still be here? And what of his sister and his young? They were in the den when he had last checked. Surely she would have noted the newcomer and fought, for this was as much as her lands as it was his. It was you might call a family heirloom that only expanded day in and day out. A second, less harsh call rushed out his parted maws and raised cranium. The searching and soulful song reached out to his sister, young, and wingman, Heero.

His absence had made what's-his-name's claim void. Blazed might be forgiving and let his stay as a subordinate, but he knew those who claimed alpha could not tolerate being of lower rank unless they were very tolerant. He knew, if he were in the brute's position and chose to stay, you could be your life he'd be scheming and trying to undermine authority to get his way again. Blazed was feeling generous and therefore would give the male a tops of two days clear out or he'd better run because Blazed would have his head. The alpha knew this was not the way to make long lasting friends and only quick enemies, but he was on edge so much about political stances of other packs and he would be fine about standing alone and keeping to his views. He knew his pack would support him.

Fire your guns
It's time to roll
Blow me away
(I will stay, unless I may)
After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

Heero

As Heero was sleeping on some pine needles he woke from his sleep to the sound of his pack leader. The cry rang through the air while Heero awoke. Knowing from the howl Blazed was ready for a fight for the title of alpha male. As Heero stood up shaking his fatigue he heard another howl this one was not as aggresive as the previous one. As he listened, a spate of scenarious came to him. Could blazed take on this new wolf, would he need help, or even die trying to protect his land. Heero thought of only one option, it was to meet Blazed at the fight. Taking a brisk pace Heero ran through the deep green trees of his pack's land. The leaves crunched and broke at his feet as he continued to run. A thought occured to Heero "I don't know where blazed is, his howl echoed off of so many obbsitcals i don't know where it started. Shaking his head sending a whimper of despair. Then a thought came to him "Where would a fight for our packs land be. This fight would be at a cannyon probably the biggest and grandest of them all." Heero began to sprint to the aid of his pack leader Blazed. Taking long strides moving as fast as a wolf like Heero could move. the air was filled with Blazeds cent mayby a day or two old continueing his sprint until he collapsed at a riverbed for some water. while he drank he thought about where the alpah male was headed. He could not tell whitch way he had gone but knew he took that path. The pace was set again mayby a little slower than the last but still fast enough to get there during or mayby before Heero knew it would be a days journey but continued to run until night fall where he layed down and fell into an uneasy sleep.