Ringy Ding Ding

Patrols were unending, however... today was one that had been thoroughly disrupted by a herd of semi-feral goats. These were not the old-breed of goats that hadn’t been touched by human hand and selective purpose-breeding. No… these were floppy-eared, noisy witches with funky, convex noses and a certain stubborn gleam to their eyes.

He’s been stuck the entire past three hours attempting to convince them to leave the pack lands. Livestock that weren’t prone to kicking the teeth out of any trespassing wolves they didn’t know were too much trouble. Not to mention, the small prey animals were magnets for bears and pack raids.

Goats, however… were not like sheep, who were biddable and willing to flock together and go where pressured in one fluffy blob. These goats scattered, and it was very clear they weren’t in the least bit afraid of the wolf that towered over them.

Oh, no. They capered away in every direction, big ears flapping, bouncing and kicking up their heels like the hooligans they were. But finally. Fucking finally, the goats had – almost all – their fun, and he breathed a huff of relief as they suddenly pelted toward the wall.

He loped after them at a distance, considering taking one down for all the trouble they’d given him. Maybe if he could track down Corbie, though, she’d take the unruly things off him.

The wall came into sight, but his eyes narrowed slightly at the unfamiliar forms on the top. Typical. Already there were wolves at the wall, and given the lack of howl for an alpha, they weren’t there to be above board.

His eyes flicked back to the goats. Well, it wasn’t like he wanted the little fools.

Flicking his tail he altered his path, shooting a dagger glare at the small herd, who batted their eyes at him… did they just smirk?

He snorted under his breath and leapt to the top of the wall with a bound as he reached it, taking a moment to assess their scents as they reached him on the breeze. Ah. In fact… he recognized the woman at the very least. He didn’t know her name, but he’d seen her at the challenged claim of the old northern pack he was pretty sure had been Acere Preator’s once upon a time. Who had the winner been? Ah. Sparrow.

Pirates. Not so much of an annoyance as they might have wished to be. In fact, he welcomed them with a sabered grin as he regarded them, head cocking. “You know… Life just has a way of dropping opportunity at one’s paws. I’ve had yet to speak with Sparrow, but if you’d be willing to carry a message to her, I’d be grateful.”

He left the floor open to the aged woman, though her scent was familiar in more ways than just being at the fight on Sparrow’s side of supporters. He added a slight nod aside to the pup, vibrantly marked woman, and red man, though his eyes remained rested on the woman.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think