*Fingersnaps*
05-09-2020, 09:38 PM
When the call went up, Mal went rushing towards the eastern border, commanding Pach to stay behind. The wolverine kit was still new to battle, and she didn't want him getting involved in this... whatever it would be. The she-wolf pelted across the grass, and soon spotted the figures of her pack mates streaming in ahead of her. As she came closer, she caught the scent of wild dog... and lots of them. Resin's howl scent blood coursing hotly beneath her skin, curled her lips into a silent snarl. The coyotes had been a nuisance, but a pack of wild dogs this size was certainly nothing to sniff at.
They skittered just outside of the border, slavering fangs and bared teeth and raised ears. Confident -- arrogant -- and here to put their grubby paws on the Armada's territory. They strutted about like they already owned it, and the gathering of wolves was a mere inconvenience. So evidenced by the biggest of them stepping up to place a paw over the border. He quickly regretted that fact when Resin slammed into him.
Still several lengths away from the border, Malalia pushed herself forward, muscles burning as she tore across the grass with all the speed she could muster. Spotting a dog with black fur on the outskirts of the group, she barreled into its side, her jaws tearing, her steel claws slashing as she tackled the canine to the ground.
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