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[Pack Challenge]
08-12-2022, 08:26 PM
Ichor's ears perked as he heard the call, mismatched gaze following the path his mother cut as she stormed down the mountainside and off to answer the challenge. Oh... She was pissed. He wasn't sure he'd ever really seen that before. Sure she wasn't always the soft, loving mother he'd known as a child but to see her really and truly filled with rage? Well, it smelled like trouble, and where trouble went chaos followed which meant Ichor needed to be there. The thing about having short legs was that it sometimes slowed him down, at least when the wolf he was following was moving like she had the whole powers of Hell at her back. He was good for short bursts of speed, not so much land traversal speeds. Still, he would arrive before the grand finale it seemed. Ichor stopped a moment to look at everyone who'd gathered. The smelly woman who used to keep stuffed things in the pack was fighting his mother, Ichor frowned a bit. He hadn't really had a chance to speak to her but he'd always thought the area around her den was cool... That was a shame. He passed a wolf only a bit taller than himself, he had vague memories of the boy and gave him a wink before he continued on to sit next to his littermates. ”So if mom loses we all run right?” He said, glancing up at his siblings. ”She can't catch us all if we all go in opposite directions.” Yeah for as cool as her skulls and stuff had been Ichor had no intention of letting this woman hold any dominion over him, he'd spotted her leaving the packlands often enough when he was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to, so never stepping foot in hers seemed like fair game to him. ”Speech” ’Thought’ |