No Pain No Gain

Cherokee needed to chill. Big time. The incident with the pink man from the northern pack had left the ebony knight completely riled up and unsettled in his own home. Since that meeting, the man had barely been home. He had been out patrolling the borders day and night, unable to stand having the northern scum come back to his borders. Who had that bastard thought he was, coming into his land and talking to his wife, and to top it all off, using flattery to try and sway her to become allies with him. What kind of bullshit was that? That was not the way that a professional handled their business. Clearly that man had other intentions with his wife that Cherokee was not willing to allow to even become a possibility.


A heavy sigh would bubble from his ebony lips, audits flattened against his skull as he paced along the border, large frame tense with pent up frustration. His wife had recently become pregnant again with their second litter of pups, which only helped to make the Guardian that much more paranoid and unsettled. Song was clearly far along in her pregnancy, which meant that her body and emotions were slightly out of whack. It would be the perfect time for the northern flea to come and worm his way into his wife's good side and secure a shaky alliance. But that was not going to happen. He had subliminally challenged Cherokee to a fight in the battlefield, but the knight was much too smart for the northerner. He wasn't about to waste his time fighting a pointless battle to leave his wife alone and unguarded. Well technically speaking she wouldn't be left unprotected, but the brute felt that he was the only one who could protect her with the utmost care. And so he would completely ignore the pest's petty challenge, preferring to stay home and train himself and his people. Ludi wasn't a pack for war, but they needed to know at least how to defend themselves.


His pacing would come to a halt, charcoal skull tilting back up to heavens, voice box drumming as he called out to the Divine Guard, the warriors of his pack. He needed to know that he had capable and able bodied warriors on his side. And if they weren't, they would soon become. After a moment he would allow his skull to fall back into its normal position, bi-colored gaze of ivory jade and silver scanning the area, waiting to see who would heed his call. He hoped that all the warriors arrived and if there were some absent, they better have a good excuse for not showing up.


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