This was it. Tyrian strode over the border into Ashen territory. At his back were the raiders of Fireside. Until now he'd cautioned his wolves to be quiet but now that they had arrived there was no need for it. Now it was too late for heavy preparations and that was all he cared about. They weren't here to sneak in and sneak out; no, they were here to fight for the right to pilfer Ashen's stores or land without fear of retaliation in the moment. If Fireside won they would take all they could cart off of Ashen's preserved meats or, should the pack have none, they'd hunt whatever large game called the Shrine home and take what they could of all they could get their paws on.

He was feeling feisty so he tossed a pair of saucy lines over his shoulder. ”No sense in standing around waiting to get our dicks tickled. What do you say we invite them to the party?” Tyrian threw back his head and issued a challenge for the wolves of Ashen: come defend your things or stand aside and let Fireside take them. Either way, win or lose, this was the start of Fireside's plight to expand. They needed land and they needed resources, and they couldn't get those from within so it was time to reach out to their neighbors. All neighborly like or something.

Jupiter was rambling around at the back of the pack. His gear was new and strange, but he was pleased with it. It was a shame he hadn't had a chance to really break it in yet and it still felt kind of stiff, but if that Firefly King lived up to his oogy boogey vibes then the haul Jupiter had run away with was good, solid shit. He could count on it not to fall apart on him, right?

Oh, what the hell. If it fell apart he'd fight naked so what did it really matter? It looked slick as fuck at least.

He glanced up at Tyrian when his uncle mentioned inviting Ashen to the party and then threw back his head and joined the howl. This was exciting. He was looking forward to a little workout. The newlywed had been kind of tense as of late and he needed a little release. It had been awhile since his blood had gotten to flow in a meaningful way. He would jonesing for a chance to sink his teeth into something. Lord knew it had been awhile since he'd sunk anything of his anywhere.

Pestilence was feeling a very wide range of emotions, her moods swinging wildly from guilty, to excited, to worried, and then back to exuberance. This was her first raid ever and, well, she just needed to look past the fact that not only was it against the pack of her birth but also that she'd been the one to suggest the target. Noodle coiled around her throat, ready to assist in his wolf's battle while Pasketti had found somewhere up a tree to hide after helping Pesto to don her armor. She stood behind the rest of her new family, ready to play her part in expanding Fireside at Ashen's expense. While Jupiter and Tyrian howled their introduction, Pestilence stood back and quietly waited. Throwing her voice into the mix was not something she was willing to do, not when it would deprive her of the experience of seeing her ex-family's faces when they realized she was among the raiders. "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Raijin had been out patrolling when he scented unfamiliar wolves on the wind. Cocking his auds forward he went to investigate, an ominous feeling settling in his chest causing him to break into a run. A howl went into the air, audacious and confident from somewhere further into the territory and he allowed a curse in his native tongue to slip from his lips. He flew in the direction of the call, a howl of his own releasing into the air to urge the rest of the pack to get their butts into gear. This wasn’t the first raid Raijin had come across in his life and he knew it certainly wouldn’t be the last. It came just in time he supposed, he needed to stretch his muscles. The man rounded a tree and took in the wolves present, his tail up and his teeth bared. His antlered arctic fox, Himi, was quick to join him at his heels.

Talking, Talking in Italics means he's speaking Japanese

Toxicity let Obi take her pups deep into the pack lands when she heard the call for challenge. She would defend the pack and more importantly her remaining pups. When she came to the clearing, her eyes scanned the other wolves, but they fell onto one form- Pestilence. She felt a sharp pang in her chest. She saw the scars Pestilence bore along her neck and it hit her that somehow her sister lived. She was backed by the pack. Did she tell on them? Foolish, when she was the one who attacked them first. Without hesitation, she launched at Pestilence. This time maybe she would silence her once and for all.

She charged head on at her would-be sister, her teeth seeking to tear open Pestilence's neck once and for all.

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Pestilence for maim (scar of choice/ chest scarring)
Round 1/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Platypus spurs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Not a lot escaped the Shogun's notice. With all three of his companions overlooking the borders he was quick to learn of the imminent threat that loomed closer with each passing second. Hattori tsked, as his companions flocked to his sides and chittered away in their native tongue. There wasn't much time, not enough to rally the troops and get them into an orderly formation. If Hattori had to lead the charge on his own then so be it, he would do whatever needed to be done. He'd shed blood before, he would not even bat an eye at doing so again. It was all par for the course.

Breaking off into a sprint, Hattori thundered through the pale trees with his companions rushing along beside him. At least he wasn't alone alone. He could work with that. Regardless the Shogun seemed to be the first defender on the scene, or at least that's what he thought till he noticed both his cousin and Toxicity already on the scene. Knowing that his steely gaze snapped from one wolf to the next, sizing them up. There were wolves of all shapes and sizes, pelts of colours all end of the spectrum but one stood out to Hattori. He stood ahead of the other's as his coat gleamed purple in the sunlight.  Hattori blinked. He'd do.

The Shinobi wasted no breath on accusations or insults and instead cut right to the chase. He'd never been very talkative anyway.

Launching himself, Hattori charged headfirst as he made to grab at the purply man's muzzle.



Hattori Hanzō vs Tyrian Imperialis for dominance
Round 1/3
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Tanto
Defensive Battle Accessory: Shinobi cuirass
Companion 1: Asian Golden Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Mountain hawk-eagle, Male - Flying
*Companion 3: Akita, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Eagle talons - Offensive
Mutation 2: Antelope horns - Offensive
Mutation 3: Reinforced bones - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

You can take my heart, you can take my breath When you pry it from my cold, dead chest ________________________________________ The sound of Tyrian made Viper cringe. Slightly, she didn't understand why completely but her time in Fireside wasn't that long ago and it wasn't easy to move on from. The thought of Jupiter was still in her mind everyday no matter how hard she tried to move on from it. And everything about being recruited into Ashen paid a hard toll on her. She came to the call as Fireside trespassed onto Ashen's lands. Hattori and the warriors of the pack pursued quickly together. The raid was new to her, and she didn't know what to expect or really why it was happening. Was Tyrian here to punish her for going into a pack? Or maybe for her original crimes towards Fireside? It was pretty rude to think that he would mush up on his end of the deal. But still, the whole pack was here to defend the lands. She wouldn't be alone. She glanced towards Tyrain as she came close beside the pack mates that made their way to the trespassers, a little more fear shown vaguely through her eyes since her time fighting everyone in Fireside. Still, her stance held high and strong regardless of the insecurities she may have felt. Her gaze moved strongly onto Jupiter though, even a small grin came to her maw as she believed this was her chance to show him how great she really was. She didn't care to see how much bigger or better skilled he was compared to her, and outwardly felt that if she could conquer him in battle he would be sure to like her even just a little more. Maybe at least just seeing her in action, after all she felt fondly of her skills in fighting and hunting. She paid no mind to anyone else on the field, even her own. And squared up like a cat ready to pounce, until she did. She sought forward head on, moving a little to Jupiter's left side before turning into him and aimed to grab hold of the thinner part of his neck, being much smaller than him she tried to come from underneath to grab him below the throat, to meet halfway between his jaw line and his shoulders. This wasn't the first time she fought a wolf as a giant compared to her, and she wouldn't let it intimidate her either. Her ears laid back on her head and her tail straightened out for balance, she was hoping she had enough grip in the cold ground beneath her to hold herself up strong. Walk "Talk" Think Viper vs Jupiter  for Dominance (aka To Make A Point xD) Round 1/? Age: Over 1 Year Size: Medium Build: Medium Skills: Expert Fighter & Intermediate Hunter Specialty: N/A OOC: Sorry for all my Viper emotional words

Sparrow's pace remained lazy and self-assured as the group of them waltzed into Ashen. Would she find any of Pesto's crazy family here? It was a good time to figure out if these guys would be good to raid with the prates later anyway. Soon enough, Tyrian let everyone know they were here and Sparrow waited, lopsided smile, but her guard up. She wasn't going to let any Ashen kid get the drop on her. Pongolo soared overhead and Jack danced on her shoulders in anticipation. As exciting as this was, Sparrow really hoped to get into a fight sooner rather than later.

Toxicity's entrance was one that Pestilence was frankly both dreading and looking forward to, and as she laid eyes upon her sister the rest of the world was able to fade from view. Tyrian had not instructed them whether or not maiming was fair game, however Pesto knew her sister's intent as soon as she saw the thirst in her eyes and she figured if the King had issue with it, she could argue for only defending herself fairly. As Toxicity charged, Pesto splayed her legs and lowered her center of gravity to absorb the hit. Her recent growth spurt had only helped her ability at grappling and close combat and there was no way she was about to show fear to the Abraxas scum. Toxicity moved in towards her neck and Pestilence rose on her back legs, aiming to bring her muzzle sharply down and land her teeth atop the bridge of Toxicity's muzzle as it came to her, her forelegs reaching up with quill-laden bracers and seeking to land hard upon her sisters' shoulder blades. Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Toxicity Klein - Abraxas for Maim (scar of choice / muzzle scarring) Round 1/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual Specialty: Traitor "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Tyrian seized on the approaching male's interest and was quick to square up with him. He was a mite taller than the young king, colored wildly and mutated visibly but Tyrian was unperturbed. He was eager for a fight and pleased to jump into one so quickly. The man moved to grab him by the muzzle and Tyrian was quick to leap forward and upwards so that the man's jaws, unless he moved them would be smothered in the thick bear cape wrapped around Tyrian's neck. Simultaneously Tyrian sought to wrap his forearms around his opponent's neck and twist in the hopes of wrenching the man off his paws and sending him to the ground. To cap off his attack Tyrian sought to dig his jaws into the back of Hattori's neck at the base of the skull in the hopes of gaining control of the man's head.

Tyrian versus Hattori for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Polar bear cape
Companion 1: Snow Leopard, Female - Battle
Companion 2: Black-footed Langur, Male - Battle
*Companion 3: Striped Skunk, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Retractable Claws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Saber Teeth - Offensive
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Bard

Ashmedai, much like his daughter, trotted into the pack with wayward ease. He was excited to get moving about again and knew bitterly that this might be one of his last raids. Still, harness and smile worn dutifully, Ashmedai was ready to see if he still had it in him to take on a raid. Soon Tyrian called out and they were met with opposition. Ashmedai wasn't in a huge hurry, so he waited back a moment to let the young'uns have their fun before he threw himself into the brawl. His icy eyes looked across the horizon for more wolves.

Yet The Raven Knows If I Fell…

Éldi was eager to get started. He loped along after the rest of the raid party with his helmet secured, his bracers laced, and his pendant of Thor's hammer banging lightly against his chest. He felt strong. He was eager for a fight and soon their little raiding party had arrived at Ashen's border. It didn't take long for Tyrian to call for the wolves of Ashen to come and defend their territory. Éldi quickly set his defenses. It didn't take long for the Ashen wolves to arrive. The first was a young man with saber fangs and calico markings. "Dibs!" Éldi caroled before charging for the man (Raijin). He pinned his ears tightly to his head, shoulders rolling forward as he charged head long at the Ashen male.

Éldi attempted to throw his chest into the front of Raijin's left shoulder, seeking to use his bulk and momentum to sprain the limb. At the same time his head twisted to the side as he attempted to bite onto the left side of Raijin's face with his upper fangs above the man's eye and his lower fangs latching under the corner of the jaw. His bobcat companion, Kaler followed close behind while Askr, the raven, took to the skies.

Éldi Rudolfrson vs Raijin for Dominance
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Battle bracers
Defensive Battle Accessory: Bear skull helmet
Companion 1: Bobcat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Male - Flying
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Marauder

White gloved paws carried her to the edge of Ashen lands after making sure the non combatants were safe. With her armor donned and the massive squirrel Poison on her shoulder the Empress joined her people in defence of their home and what was rightfully theirs. Venom couldn’t blame the pack for seeking to expand, especially when her sights were so similar. Her thing frame appeared through the grove of white trees to take in the chaos brought to her door step. The wolves of Ashen were quick to answer their challenge and for the first time since stepping into her role Venom felt proud of what they had to show for themselves. They were a target impressive enough to draw in the predators, and they would give their all in effort to defend it.

Just as she had suspected when Toxicity returned news of Pestilence and her attack, Fireside appeared at their door. However, Venom hadn’t been expecting to see her once sister ever again. She frowned slightly and approached slowly, just as eager to fight off the raiders as she was to take in the show. Especially Hattori and his efforts against the fanged alpha.

Toxicity's charge was met by Pestilence rearing and striking down on her upper maw. The blood flowed freely over her lips but especially after labor pains, this was nearly nothing. Toxicity smirked under the pain, "What lies did you tell them, Fallen? Did big bad Tox hurt their little puppy?" She pushed upwards into Pestilence's bite, aiming to look her in the eyes. "Have you convinced them you're worth their blood?" Toxicity scoffed, pushing upon the ground with her hind legs and seeking to push on Pestilence's chest with her forelegs. Her aim was to cause them to both focus on their back legs where surely she'd be able to topple her sister.

Toxicity Klein Abraxas vs Pestilence for maim (scar of choice/ chest scarring)
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Mutation 1: Platypus spurs - Offensive
Skills: Advanced Intellectual & Expert Fighter
Specialty: N/A

Jupiter watched as giant after giant spilled forward to defend. He was keyed up and ready to go when a familiar pain in the ass lurched onto the field and stifled his joy by making feral 'fight me' eyes at him. Annoyed that he was now relegated to fighting Fireside's living dingleberry, Jupiter sighed and waved a lazy paw at her, beckoning her to hurry her ass up and get to him already. He'd keep her busy and let the rest have a good time. It was fine. He was used to figurative blue balls at this point; a little longer for some real action couldn't hurt, could it?

Viper finally came at him, moving, it looked like, to bite him on the neck. He moved with her as she tried to approach his side and because of this they were in a more head on position than Viper had intended. In response Jupiter lifted his right paw and lazily swatted at the left side of her face in the hopes of knocking her down before she could reach him.

Jupiter versus Viper for Dominance
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Extra large
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bladed forearm guards
Defensive Battle Accessory: Crystal chanfron
Companion 1: Emporor Tamarin, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Razorback Boar, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Marauder

The man was quick to react, Hattori would give him that. And despite his oh so serious countenance the Shogun found himself quite pleased by the prospect of a challenge, it had been a while since he'd put his skills to use. Missing his grab hold, Hattori thought quick on the fly and ducked down in an attempt to dodge the bearhug. If he let the man get a hold of him it would be very difficult to shake him loose. Even more than that he could see him looming over head, reaching for the back of his neck with his gaping maw. With a slight huff-Hattori wasn't the sort to grumble or growl in the midst of combat- he snapped his head up in a jabbing motion, hoping to give him a sharp stab to the chest of which he'd left partly exposed.



Hattori Hanzō vs Tyrian Imperialis for dominance
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Tanto
Defensive Battle Accessory: Shinobi cuirass
Companion 1: Asian Golden Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Mountain hawk-eagle, Male - Flying
*Companion 3: Akita, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Eagle talons - Offensive
Mutation 2: Antelope horns - Offensive
Mutation 3: Reinforced bones - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Cooperative

Adrian was on a patrol when he heard a challenging howl, so they were being raided? Well it was just about time for some ruckus and well he was to start some. Likcing his lips in excitement for tatsing an enemies blood he ran forward not before placing his orix helmet with those piercing horns on its crown. The large male was ready and when he arrived already some battles had baggan. He took a moment to perhaps find a target. Whoever he saw first will certainly find his rage. And there he saw a female around his age, eyes narrowed and there he had his pick. She had companions but well he didn't need them. Not today and trying to sneak to get behind the female he darted himself forward. Aiming to perhaps surprise her. Quickly he attempted to move to the female's left, widening her jaws under his helmet and would attempt to get a hold on Sparrow's left side of the face, for then trashing his head hopping to rips some of its fresh. Adrian Aurelius Imperatoria vs Sparrow for Maim(face scarring) Round 1/? Age: +1 Size: Extra large Build: Heavy Defensive Battle Accessory: Oryx skull helmet Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual Specialty: N/A "Speak" | You

Hela's called dibs on Álarr

Álarr followed along after the others, he could feel excitement starting to mix with his nerves. It felt like ages since he'd last been in a raid even though in reality it had been around a year or so. He hoped he wasn't to out of practice. Brynhildr took to the skies and Afi sauntered along next to him as they arrived at the border. His brother soon called out the challenge and moments later clashes were breaking out all around him. Álarr set his defenses and kept alert as he scanned the area. In particular he kept his ears peeled, knowing that Brynhildr's keen eyes would alert him to any attackers. There was a good chance an opponent would attack him before he could get a chance to initiate. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Pesto attacking a wolf that looked similar to herself. He couldn't help but wonder how many of these wolves were former family.

Of course there was back-talk. Pestilence snarled her reply, her teeth still latched around her sisters muzzle and the force of the bite being ultimately more important than getting her own smack-talk in. Tox was pushing up into her and Pesto aimed to grasp around her sister's shoulders tighter, the sharpened claw covers upon her nails seeking to rend flesh. While she struggled against her sisters' strength, Pesto's saw-scaled viper pushed through his place of hiding in her neck fur, lunging to join his master and land a bite upon the underside of Tox's throat. From behind the Abraxas her howler monkey joined the fight, jumping from the trees and hoping to land upon Toxicity's back near her rump to off-balance her. Pestilence Klein - Abraxas vs Toxicity Klein - Abraxas for Maim (scar of choice / muzzle scarring) Round 2/2 Age: Over 1 year Size: Dire wolf Build: Medium Offensive Battle Accessory: Sharpened claw covers Defensive Battle Accessory: Leather bracers Companion 1: Red-handed howler monkey, Male - Battle Companion 2: Saw-scaled viper, Male - Battle Skills: Master Fighter & Master Intellectual Specialty: Traitor "Speech" "Thinking" "You."

Lynvarr was still getting used to his new home. Having grown up on an island he immediately felt drawn to the archipelago. There were a number of islands and before he could decide where to set up a more permanent den he actually needed to pick one. He was in the middle of this excursion when he heard a challenge ring up from the border. He knew immediately what it meant. A raid! Lynvarr called to his companion's and darted for the main land. He loped across the north bridge and through the shrine to the border where a number of wolves had gathered. Fights had already begun. He loped over toward Venom, scanning the intruders as he set his defenses. There would be time for chit chat later. For now he would do his best to protect his new home.