Long Necked Terrors

When he'd heard all of the commotion from Resin and Sota herding the foul-smelling alpacas towards the castle, the blue-furred boy had quickly hurried outside to see what was going on. He'd watched with trepidation while his mother and pack mates corralled and fenced in the ugly-looking beasts into a makeshift paddock, the stench of them hitting his highly sensitive nose even from where he was sitting. He had watched while the adults made sure none of the skittish bleating creatures could escape before leaving them to their own devices. Mom had explained that they were alpacas and being used as livestock, though for what purpose, Artorias had no idea. Well, there was only one way to find out, he supposed...

Artorias had been heading over to the paddock when he noticed the russet fur of his little sister prancing around the fence, obviously checking it out for herself. He was about to head over when one of the larger females began chasing Bowen around the enclosure, spitting at the wolf pup. Artorias rushed over, unable to make it in time before Bowen darted out from under the fence and out of his line of sight, skidding to a halt with as vicious a snarl as he could muster to the bitchy alpaca, muzzle scrunched back to bare sharp little teeth and fangs. The prey animal made a disgruntled sound, but otherwise backed off, still sizing up the small predator. Artorias snapped his jaws in reply; nobody tried to hurt his sister! The other alpacas moved away from the boy to the opposite end of the fence. A wolf was still a wolf to them, after all, no matter how small, and even though Resin had instructed the pups to get them used to their presence, he wasn't about to let them get away with terrorizing Bowen.

Satisfied with the alpacas current indifference towards them, Art turned to follow after Bowen's scent trail, able to follow easy with the stench of camelid spit clinging to her. He found her down by the stream that ran near the castle, cleaning herself up. He couldn't say he blamed her, those beasts smelled something foul... "I scared it back, if it makes you feel any better. Wasn't gonna let it get you like that," he called out to his sister as he approached the bank of the stream, plopping back on his haunches to wait for her while she cleaned herself. A roguish smirk spread across his face. "They're not very nice, huh? Kinda useless too. And smelly, definitely smelly." He was hoping something he was saying would distract Bowen and make her giggle, anything to take an edge off of the fright the rancorous alpaca had given her.