Over the last few weeks of exploring, Alarik had found himself here time and time again. It was like he was drawn to this place. This orchard, where he had spent a great deal of his puphood days. After traveling all the way from where they were born, he and his siblings had sort of set up camp here. It was a safe place, and a very enjoyable one in the summer and fall. Ripe fruit all over the place just waiting to be munched on. He walked past a tree he recognized, once that bore peaches. Its branches were still sparkling with sleeves of ice, but they were slowly melting, dripping cold water down onto his head and shoulders. It was under this tree that he and his brother had found Sigleif surrounded by fruit, and the three of them had feasted on it. As he continued to walk, he saw a place where he and Dómari used to place their typical "evil pirate and brave knight" games. Wherein he, of course, was the knight and Dómari was the pirate. The dread pirate Captain Isakov. Alarik couldn't help chuckling at the memory. Many good memories had been made here. "Talk" "You" Think

OOC warning; Strong language ahead Ruthgar let out a bestial growl, his fur bristled and tail raised as he approached the male. “Back off ye coont.” He snarled, his mangled face twisted with fury. The stranger had come far too close to Mara’s whelping den for his taste, and after his brush with Mara’s brother he didn’t want to take any chances. His sons were less than a week old, and were still blind and deaf, utterly defenseless. He would be damned if some deranged mad man thought he could just storm in and take them away from him. He snapped his jaws furiously, ready to call Feli if he needed to resort to violence to get the man as far away from his pups as possible. Intimidation had worked so far on other animals; coyotes and badgers etc. but he had never tried this tactic on another wolf. A line of drool spilled from his jaws, his fangs barred and ready for use. This is him talking This is him thinking This is you

Alarik was just meandering through the orchard, reminiscing and minding his own business when suddenly a snarl got his attention. Whoever it was sounded pissed. And when Alarik quickly turned to see the brute that was speaking to him, he had to say that he looked pretty pissed too. His voice was heavily accented, but it wasn't hard to figure out what he was saying. The younger male took several steps back, and while he didn't fully give in and submit to the other male, he lowered his head and tail a bit to show he meant no harm. What was this guy so mad about anyway? There weren't any boundaries here, it was open to everyone... but then the air stirred enough for Alarik to get a good whiff of the older male and from that he was able to gather what was going on. He smelled of pups. Young pups. Oops. With all the daydreaming he was doing, Alarik had stumbled right onto a den site. "My mistake," he said quickly, wanting to explain himself. He'd never harm helpless pups. But this very defensive father didn't know that. "I wasn't paying attention, and I didn't notice the den until now. I promise I meant no harm." "Talk" "You" Think

“Git. Oot!” He snapped before another ripping snarl tore through his chest. Feli had trained him specifically for the purpose of fighting off anyone who crossed into their territory and while he was eager to put his lessons to use he knew better than to waste his energy and risk injury unnecessarily. The man seemed compliant enough to go on his own, but his dominant stance never wavered. He stepped forward with another growl to start the male on his path out of the orchard, ready to strike if the male suddenly changed his mind or if his apparently harmless demeanor suddenly dropped to something more vicious. While there may have been a point where he would have hesitated to use force, perhaps even back down entirely if he were met with one of the gigantic wolves that seemed so common in this land, that option had evaporated from his life entirely the second Mara gave birth. This is him talking This is him thinking This is you

The man didn't drop his bristling, defensive stance. Well, of course he didn't. Alarik didn't blame him. He would be wary too, after all he was a complete stranger. He was telling the truth when he said this was all a big mistake, but how could his word be trusted by a man who he'd never even met? Again, he had the accent to contend with, but the message was crystal clear. Get out. Alarik lowered his head and tail further and backed away even more, trying to show that he had every intention of leaving. But he wasn't going to be blindly trustful of this stranger, either. He wasn't about to turn his back on him entirely. What if he took a cheap shot to try to prove a point? To make sure Alarik didn't dare come back? "I'm leaving," he assured the brute, as he continued to back away. "Sorry to disturb you." "Talk" "You" Think

OOC: he can exit in the next round, or we can have something happen to make the thread go on longer xD up to you!