~Riders of the Storm~

Agarian stood shocked for a moment. Maybe it was a lack of energy, or possibly just surprise at what his sister had pulled, but either way the wolf had stalled for a few wide-eyed moments as Lakona sprinted out of the clearing and across a nearby stream, ignoring condemning words of the females. And then anger hit him, and his hackles rose. "Lakona!" He called out, but Lakona didn't answer.

The wolfess beat feet, splashing across the stream and vaulting up the opposite bank with the prize clutched tight between her jaws. The words of her fellow packmates meant little compared to the bit of food she'd just earned, and why shouldn't she have it? She was part of the pack, and she needed her strength to help defend and hunt for food, too. At Agarian's harsh bark, Lakona ran further, putting the creek far behind her as she sought to make the chase not worth their effort for what little scrap of food she'd stolen.

Agarian had given brief chase. Leaving Waterlily to console his little cousins, the brute charged across the creek after Lakona with his tail held stiff and his muzzle wrinkled in fury. But by the time he'd climbed the bank, the she-wolf was already bounding down a distant slope, and heading into thicker brush. Agarian was left panting, his legs already tired from endless miles of hunting and scavenging. That little scrap had been the culmination of an en entire night of searching. He hesitated, muscles tense and ready, but ultimately didn't follow.

By the time Agarian sauntered back to the clearing, his tail was hanging loose and listless, but the anger had faded from his pale maw. "Nanshe, Astrae - you guys okay?"