Imperium and Abaven puppies welcome! This takes place during the siege.

RHYS IMPERIALIS All the grown ups had gone off to war and left them here with all these weird people. That was the extent of Rhys's knowledge on the subject of the siege. Having had 'siege' explained to her but still not quite grasping its full meaning, Rhys decided that she was missing out on something. And she wasn't happy about it. So, to right the wrong that had been done to her, the pup decided to take matters into her own hands. She was going to lead a siege against all of these strangers. Woofing softly, Rhys called to Rhyme and Chaos. Together they could beat these Abaven puppies in a siege. They'd take prisoners and hand out beatdowns (Angelus's words) just like the grown ups! "Talk" "You" Think

This place was strange, though the plains seemed to be the closest to home he'd seen thus far. He wasn't entirely unsure of the place, apparently there was a lot of family here, not that he could meet them at the moment considering all of the wolves seemed to have gone off to the siege. He... kind of got what it was, and had been just as disappointed as Rhys when denied the option to join. Mom had told them to behave and stay out of trouble while she and father were away, and he would have been content to sit and mope until they returned. Rhys on the other hand, had much better ideas than him. She was eager to call himself and their brother to his side. Curiously Rhyme would lift himself from the earth and trot after his sister, he'd take his usual place at her side. He'd been getting much better at keeping pace with her instead of behind her. He was still cautious and thought through his decisions more thoroughly than his littermate. Split second decisions still got him, he'd be more opt to take flight than fight when faced with real danger. Rhyme was trying to be brave, but deep down he knew he still wasn't as courageous as Rhys. ""

Chaos had been lolling around inconsolably grumpy after his parents and Rhys'n'Rhyme's mama had left them in this new place. A scowl was fixed on his toothy maw, his dark brow furrowed. It wasn't fair, and all they had was Pimmy and a girl named Sirius to keep them company from Imperium. It wasn't fair, why couldn't they go sieging like the grownups? Instead they were stuck in this crummy place with Rhys'n'Rhyme's crummy cousins (though he still didn't understand how they could have cousins that weren't his cousins, not that he wanted them to be his cousins, but it was the principle of the thing) while everyone else went off and had fun. Rhys' soft woof, though, had him rolling over to sit up attentively before racing to his larger siblings' side. Eagerly he looked up at Rhys, who seemed like a pup with a plan. "We gon' foller dem, Rheeth?" he burst out before shushing himself and glancing around suspiciously, as though Sirius or Pim would jump out of the bushes and stop them at the sound of his voice.

Her father had told her to try and keep an eye on the little ones, but that wasn't really something that she had planned to do. While they were away fighting, Finch had driven herself mad with worry, stuck without knowing how everyone was and if there were any major injuries. But she knew her dad was strong, and Lark was there too. Plus, all those wolves from Imperium were massive, it had the girl cowering away from their towering forms. So she flopped on a flat stone, trying to warm herself and pay no mind to Civetta, the little owl looking bird was less than thrilled to have to stay behind. "We could have beat them up good Finch!" the tiny bird sang, leaving the wolf shaking her head and laughing. Just then a soft woof sounded, one that she did not know. It must be one of the Imperium puppies who were here. Her own siblings weren't that much younger than these litters, so she knew just how much trouble they could stir up. Taking a deep breath that ended in a huff, she rolled off the stone and onto her paws, pale blue eyes scanning the land until she saw the three of them. Well, she might as well do something, just to make sure they didn't get hurt. It was growing colder, but there were still a few snakes about. These pups had not been raised in Abaven, so they didn't learn the first lesson that all young ones did here, how to kill snakes and which ones to stay clear of. Civetta fluttered overhead as Finch made her way towards the pups, they were young and not yet fully grown but she could tell that they would be big adults. Their paws were all cute and far too large for their form, reminding her just how much she adored young ones. Blue eyes scanned them all, before she blinked rapidly at the darker wolf. His... mouth! His teeth were all strange, already she could see small fangs poking out from under his lips. Trying to compose herself, she paused and wagged her tail in a greeting. However, her little finch friend didn't know what was best for her. "Woah, what's wrong with your teeth?" Civetta asked, trying to land on the pups snout as her beak sought to pull softly at his lip. She was a very small bird, and Finch knew that she was going to get herself killed one day. "C=-civetta! That is n-no way to t-treat a g-guest!" The wolf scolded, offering the boy a soft smile of apology. "SPEAK" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"

RHYS IMPERIALIS Impatiently Rhys waited, fidgeting all the while. She didn't like waiting. Instant gratification was more her speed. 'Patience' in Rhys's mind, was one of those things adults talked about that couldn't possibly be real, like nice big sisters. And there were her boys! Just in time too, because Rhys could see one of the Abaven wolves approaching. Gesturing for her boys to hurry up and get into a huddle, Rhys then shot the approaching wolf a narrow-eyed, suspicious glare - because in this particular game she was the enemy - before hunkering down. "We gon' foller dem, Rheeth?" He was too loud! "Shhhh! Chaos! SHHH!" Rhys flailed at him before snapping her head up to see if the yearling could have heard what Chaos has said. She then ducked back down. Knowing she had to be quick, Rhys then went on to explain in a hurried whisper, "No, BUT if we prove we can play just like Vana and Angel they might let us go next time. I think we should siege the cousins. Wanna?" Before she could say more the yearling girl was within speaking distance and the young pup smoothed her expression into one of innocence, like she wasn't sizing the girl up for an attack in case her brothers agreed with her. The bird - the bird?? - asked about Chaos's teeth in a rude way and Rhys was quick to toss her two cents in. "Nothing," she said, "they're for poking nosy little birds!" "Talk" "You" Think

Had Chaos not said anything it would have been Rhyme to bring up the question, but with Rhys's sudden shushing (which cause his eyes to widen slightly as she took up the authority over her two brothers.) The boy would hunker down slightly as Rhy divulged her plan, it seemed they'd been just in time to avoid teh snooping eyes of one of the cousins at least for now. She didn't hesitate to come and greet them. Or she would have greeted them had a little bird not come straight up to Chaos and asked about his teeth. Rhyme would do a double take and look back at his brother. While he'd never given much thought to his brother's longer teeth he had been more than a little jealous of them. He didn't think they were all that strange though, sure he didn't know anyone else like that... but still Chaos and Chaos and he was fine. He'd stick close to Rhys and back her up like a good brother would do. "Yeah, pokin' birds!" ""