Mira lingered, standing in front of a lifeless tree. She pawed at it, curious, and it was smooth beneath her paw - all the bark burned from the fire; only a layer of soot remained and even that was now marred by the red wolf. That red wolf was completely tense - her jaw tight, looking around every moment. She didn't expect anything to happen so soon... but still. Better to be on guard. One moment off guard, and she could die. Or dragged from Alactritia and back to her old pack. Neither option would be a savory ending for her. So her goal was to simply try her hardest to not let that happen. And eventually drive Vendetta from the pack, if Bass would let her. I Bass would listen. She frowned, shaking her head and sighing. But if Vendetta was driven from the pack, then Mira nor the pack could keep an eye on her. ?speech?

Gliding through the charred terrain, Australis was silent, small clouds of soot sent into the air behind him. What had driven him back to these damned lands? He wanted nothing more to do with them. Everyone, they had all left. They were pathetic, at least, the ones who dared called themselves his parents. They didn't deserve it. Unlike Zlata, his dearest sister. She was the light in his dark and cold world, bringing him comfort, morale support... Till she also left... Lips pulled back in a low rumbling growl, ears pinning to his skull and tail lashing. He didn't need them, they were only holding him back. He would find a place to settle, make a name for himself, not to impress Aurora and Magnus, no. He would do it for himself. If anyone got in his way, he would just mow them down, kick them to the curb. Only the strong survived. Suddenly something out of place would cause him to come to a stop, a figure just a few yards away. Quickly he'd slink off behind a fallen tree, crouching in totally silence in hopes that the figure did not see him... for now. " speech. thoughts. you"

Unfortunately, Mirabelle had noticed the charcoal colored tom. While he may have blended in with the terrain, the soft tread of his footsteps and his scent did not. And being on high alert from assassinations, she was listening to anything that could possibly exist. So when she heard the male she whirled around, only to see nothing but a faint glimpse of grey pelt. The wolf froze, nose in the air. She could smell him... barely. Couldn't hear anything now, since he had gone completely silent. Still. She stepped forward. "Step away from the tree," she barked harshly, ears pricked in dominance and tail aligned with her tail. ?speech?

Ears slipped forward at a female's voice, harsh and annoying, telling him to step away from the tree. Pfft, as if, Australis was no longer a child, and so he would not allow himself to be bossed around by a fool. So, instead of backing away from the fallen tree, the boy stood tall. Silently he would hop up onto the tree, head and tail held high yet hackles laying flat against his body. She may have seemed a bit older than himself and thought she was tough, but so did he. He towered over the woman, not too difficult if he were down on the ground anyway, eyes narrowed and gaze hardened, cold on the woman. "You are not my mother." Voice was harsh, yet not barked like the woman had to, his naturally was rough and cruel. "Nor do you have ANY authority here." The skin around his nose wrinkled in a scowl, tail lashing behind his large frame. He would do as he pleased in these lands, no one had claimed him, and so, he wouldn't take orders from some wench he didn't even know. Slowly his lip would pull back, flashing his canines. " speech. thoughts. you"

Mira blinked at the brute. He was... Only a yearling. She said as much out loud, her tone somewhat surprised. "You're only a yearling..." She blinked again, shaking her head. Her aggression faded and she snorted. "Maybe you should go home, wherever your family actually is." She completely ignored his threat; instead she reached out her front paws in a stretch. His little act of bravado had no effect on her - he was probably raised in Alacritis and as far as she knew there were no packs that raised young to fight from their birth. Or to kill. So against this well, she'd best him without effort. ?speech?

Eyes remained hardened on the female, not moving one inch from where he stood upon the tree. Silently he would observe her, the change of expression on her face, body relaxing from it's hostile hold. And then she would voice her reason for calming down, stating how he was only a yearling. He almost snorted at it, but instead he held on. "Your point." He didn't give a fuck if he was only a yearling, especially since she wasn't much older than himself. What, were younger wolves precious to her? Too precious to let a fang on? Pfft, pathetic. When she told him he should go home or here his family was he wouldn't budge, a faint smirk appearing for a brief moment. "Are you an idiot woman?" He'd question, tail swinging behind his frame. "Maybe you should shut that trap of yours." He didn't think it was that difficult to understand she wasn't his mother, couldn't tell him what to do even if she had been. And whether his behavior affected her or not, he didn't give a single fuck. She was nothing, and would remain lower than himself till she proved it. Muscle rippled beneath his dirty coat, was he itching for a fight? Perhaps. " speech. thoughts. you"

She yawned. It probably wasn't the smartest thing - not with this claw-happy itching-for-a-fight yearling, but really, she didn't care. And she showed it. "And you aren't my father. Nor do you have any authority here." She used his words right back at him, her lips pulling back to reveal sharp canines in a very wolf like grin. Her tail was just as raised as his, her ears were just as pricked forward as she did so. She wasn't submissive to him, no matter how special and precious he thought he was. "Looks like neither of us has any authority over the other." She resisted adding another comment, a sign of extreme self control. It took everything she had to keep one of the numerous smart ass comments floating in her mind from coming out of her mouth. Everything.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

lost my original post D,: /cries
thought it was longer >.< /flails

Silently he watched, the wench yawned. He wouldn't allow his muscles to twitch in response, instead he would wait for his moment. She would use his own lines against him, and it would make him chuckle, low, short. Could she really not think of something better to say? Had to steal his own saying despite being older. Interesting. Holding his stance he'd continue to observe the way she held herself, miming his own. Did she really think herself smarter by simply copying him? On the inside he would laugh, and question if all adults did such stuff to those younger than them. Or was she just special? And again she spoke, stating how neither of them had any authority over the other. She was damn right, he didn't care to order her around, and sure as hell wouldn't allow her to do it to him. For now he would not make a move to taste her flesh, no, he would simply lower his rear and sit upon the tree, aqua gaze fixated on the woman, curious as to what she would do next. " speech. thoughts. you"