Larkspur || 3 || Alpha || M: NPC, Kalypso, Storm, Luna, Fang

Larkspur was summing up the amount of wolves that could be fed with what they already had, in case the hunt came back unsuccessful, when the skirmish broke out. Standing to her full height, she stormed away from the carrion to find out what was going on, only to find Kalypso verbally trampling one of the more... outspoken females.

Larkspur watched, but she did not intervene. The older female was plenty capable and one of the few wolves Larkspur fully trusted. She sent a grateful look in the beta's direction before turning back again. The smell of blood caught her nose and her eyes darted to the source. Storm was nearby, with the hunting party, but something was off.

Larkspur strode over to him and narrowed her eyes at his shoulder. Whatever it was, it looked bad. Any scent of who -- or what -- was responsible was blocked by the blood, so it seemed it had been a quick scuffle.

"What is this?" she demanded, voice low. There was no need to let everyone know; the male seemed to have taken quite a good beating. "How did you get it? You can't think you'll be going on a hunt with a chunk of your shoulder about to fall off."

Her attention was drawn away yet again by the bold statement of the young black male, Fang. Larkspur's lips peeled back into a snarl as she glowered at him, and she said icily, "There is a hunt that needs completing and a patrol that needs finishing. A challenge now is a detriment to the pack a beta is sworn to protect."

With her ears pinned and tail raised, she placed her stare on his. "Wait until tomorrow when there will be witnesses and honor in such a battle."

The solid black she-wolf was gnawing on an old bone when Sierra came crashing into the area talking about plans to destroy the nearby pack. For a wolf being a year older than herself, Amor expected Sierra to act as such.

"My god, Sierra, do you hear yourself? You're just asking for us to get killed! We are already having difficulties getting food. We don't need idiots trying to take charge of things around here." Amor practically snapped at Sierra. She wasn't sure if it was from her tired of dealing with this kind of stupidity everyday or it's from the lack of food nowadays. What she also didn't like was Sierra asking for Czar in particular. As if his opinion matter above the rest.

Czar is probably one of wolves she despises most in the band. His ideal way of showing strength by preying on the weak and helpless just boils her blood at times. This kind of thing shows how much of a coward a wolf is in her opinion. Her lack of trust in him also doesn't help the situation. Amor is surprised Czar's ego hasn't forced for the two to fight. Or at least fight until the other can no longer function properly. Amor refuses to bow down and praise the pathetic excuse of a wolf. She sees no use on trying to be "buddy buddy" with him.

As Sylpherna began to put some sense into Sierra, Amor bit down hard on her bone. It would be no help to chew out the wolf any more. Although, her hackles were visibly up as her tail lashed harder than it did just a few minutes ago. Maybe it would be best to rest somehwere else for the time being.