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PLOT:

Two lone wolves live in a... "region" of sorts. Not necessarily a territory, and not a pack as they aren't together. They just kind of know each other. They stay apart, maybe occasionally interact, but that's about it.

That was at least until a new pack, recently kicked from it's territory, decide to move in on territory they think is vacant, and by doing so, directly infringe on our two character's mutual "region".

The Alpha who moved their territory into the region is weak, and their pack recently suffered a complete loss of their territory. But our two characters aren't really happy that they moved into theirs instead. What could possibly go wrong there!

Written Appearance

This female is often misgendered due to her rather large frame. Along with her rather fluffy pelt adding onto the size. Buffed up shoulders along with a long body build also puts some play into her brutish size. Yukons mixture of fur colors mostly consists of beige, red and white. But, many people awe her over her unnatural look. Her emerald colored eyes are the most astonishing part of everything on this brutish female. Though, most times they only hold a cold, dead stare. Yukons patterns are really more like tiger stripes. They just aren't wrapped the entire way around like a tigers would be. The more you look at this wolf, the more astonished you become. Though.. Don't be fooled by her looks..

Personality

Yukon is a rather stubborn, hot-headed wolf. She would rather be alone then be with other wolves. The female hates when others try to tell her how to live her life. She despises it. Hence why she's a loner and not part of a pack. Yukon would honestly much rather be alone than be with anyone, though, sometimes she does get quite lonely. The brutish female does have a large fear of water, being as that is what killed her mother when she was only a pup, starting two and a half years of terror for her.. Yukon is rather strong with manipulation, using it as a tool whenever she needed it. Too her, most relationships were something that could easily be gotten if needed, as well as thrown away with no remorse.

Yukon can and will protect any puppy, she has a soft spot for them, and isn't afraid to get injured or possibly hurt. Though, this is rather rare for her. As she doesn't have any puppies of her own. Yukon isn't afraid of a fight, she refuses to back down. It's either she wins, or she loses. But, to her, losing means death. This female usually isn't ones first target though. Which, isn't really surprising. Yukons bite is MUCH worse than her bark, anyone she's tore into would know. The female is rather well known, though, she never joined any pack she has come across..

When she was younger, Yukons siblings picked on her and weren't exactly the nicest physicaly either. Yukon never really used to be cold and emotionless. she was once a fun loving wolf who loved the world as it was. But, her siblings ruined that for her once their mother died. So, she gained herself muscle and everything, brawling with and killing her older sisters rather brutally, leaving their bodies where they laid.. These events are what detered Yukon from ever wanting to be around other wolves, and why she strives to protect any pup she comes across.

But.. maybe someone can change her prespective of things..?

Laying in a small, sunlit clearing was the large dame, her sides gently rising and falling as she basked in the heat of the sun. He auricles were perked, her emerald hues lidded. If one were to just stumble upon the scene, they'd most likely think Yukon was deceased she was lying so still. But, they'd quickly find out that was far from the truth; and it seemed someone wanted to test that theory. The cracking of twigs startled the brutish fae, causing her to shoot to her paws. Yukon quickly examined her surroundings, her audits swiveling atop of her crown as her nostrils twitched. She hadn't seen anyone, but could smell them. A low growl emitted from the female chest. "That doesn't smell like Fenrys.." She mumbled to herself, stalking after where the scent flowed from.

After about five minutes of walking, the dame came across a group of approximately ten wolves. Her white auricles flattened to her cranium as her lips curled into a silent snarl. Great... What could these fools possibly want? She thought to herself, her emerald hues roaming over each and every wolf. Almost as if she was searching for their weakest link -- Like a Stalker hunting her prey. Swiping her tongue over her lips, the dame soon moved off, staying silent and hoping the group wouldn't scent her as she attempted to pick up her aquaintances scent. Yukon wasn't about to attempt to fend off this group of wolves by herself. But, as she walked, the dame snapped a twig beneath her weight, causing attention. A large black wolf along with a smaller brown one stalked toward her. Yukon's emerald hues glared at them through the brush. It was inevitable at this point, she had two choices..

Run and most likely get chased, or Stay and maybe try to talk these wolves into leaving.

Letting out a small growl at herself, the dame stalked out of the brush before the wolves had a chance to find her. This caused the smaller brown wolf to quickly back up. Though, the large brute sized Yukon up. A scoff sounded from Yukon's maw, "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already.. So, unless you want me too.. I suggest you back away from me." Yukon grumbled, quickly seeingrage grow within the brutes eye.

"Cereberus. Back down."

A weakened voice strained through the air, causing the attention of the dame to be drawn to its host. Which, seemed to be a feeble older male, his colors being an odd mixture of grey, white and gold. Though, she noticed how quickly the large brutes attitude changed. Alpha, huh? Well, this should be easy. Yukon thought, examining the weak wolf as he walked over to her.

"What is it that you need, stranger?" The wolf questioned.

Yukon would shift her weight backward, softly lowering her hind end down into a sitting position. "For you to leave, and go back to where you came from."She replied simply, hoping the wolf would just agree. Though, it didn't seem as though he was. The feeble alpha looked back at the large black brute, then to his other allies.

"And, how exactly are you going to make us?" The black wolf piped up.

Yukon's maw formed into a manic grin, "Well, it's either that.. Or you pack mates will not only watch you get torn to shreds.. But your alpha as well." She chuckled, snapping her jaws the older male wolf, causing him to fumble backward and fall. Rolling her eyes, she'd wait for the black wolf -- or someone else -- to attack. It never happened. Scoffing, the dame would just turn before looking over her shoulder at them. "You have until I find my help to leave. Otherwise... You'll be sorry." She mentioned, not hearing anything but a murmur between the wolves.

"Not if we find you and your 'help' first." The black wolf growled, tending to his alpha and allowing the damn to walk off.

Yukon took the words that rolled off of the brutes tongue with a grain of salt. They meant nothing to her, as she knew they wouldn't and couldn't do anything to her. All that was left to do was find her "friend". Which, didn't take her long on the account that his scent was pretty easy to pick up and follow.. She just hoped he wouldn't stumble across the pack himself and get into trouble before she could find him. Yukon didn't like when things don't go her way, and she wasn't planning on letting herself down.

Fenrys was doing fine, thank you very much, and you didn't need to ask him.

In fact, you didn't need to ask him at all. The heavy wolf was perfectly fine living life as he had for the majority of his life - alone, few interactions with any other wolf, and prepared to defend and kill others at any moment.

Upon hearing the description of "heavy", one might think that Fenrys lived a relaxed lifestyle. In fact, most of his bulk was muscle - a fair bit more than the average wolf, and gave major "piss-off" vibes to most wolves. Or maybe that was just the intimidation factor.

Nonetheless, Fenrys was more than willing to do exactly that.

Upon hearing that Fenrys was essentially built like a line-backer (minus the fat), one might think that he'd act like one too - big, strong, dumb. In fact, they were probably missing the mark entirely - Fenrys was pretty much anything but that. Willing to use his size and strength, coupled with a mind that was highly analytical, most wolves would steer right out of the way of Fenrys.

Which, right now, was precisely what he wanted to do. So here he was, idly plodding along, nose to the ground, tracking something that smelt interesting. Or at least, something vaguely interesting. It was probably some sort of flightless bird or whatnot.

At least, that was until a new scent crossed right over it. Okaaaay. That was not something he had been expecting to find. Wolf - no, more than one, so multiple wolves. Maybe a small pack. Definitely not the only other wolf scent that he knew.

That loner she-wolf that he'd occasionally meet and lived in a vaguely overlapping area with didn't smell like this. The she-wolf - Yukon, his brain supplied helpfully - knew the unofficial agreement to just keep out of each other's ways. He knew her somewhat, but really? He didn't care. This new scent that interrupted him didn't smell like the big female.

Sniffing the trail yet again, his mind looped back to the fact that this scent definitely wasn't her. It didn't smell of ego like her scent did. (And probably the exact reason why they stayed as two loners just vaguely in the same area.) These wolves... holy crap, they smelled bad. Fenrys silently bared his teeth at it.

The idiots. Couldn't they have just stayed out of his area? Now he'd have to intimiadte them out of his area. He was perfectly fine on his own. Ears flattened backwards, he silently padded along the stench that they left behind.

Either Fenrys was too used to only two wolves' scent - his own, and on the odd occasion, Yukon's - or he just straight-up disliked them. They were interfering in his territory. They interrupted his trail of whatever that was. And now he'd have to waste time catching up to them and getting them away. Whoever they were however many of them that there was, Fenrys didn't care, but they were wasting his time.

Well, up to a point. But really, Fenrys hadn't really ever reached that point before.

Nose down, he silently stalked the stench, well aware that his tracking was probably slower than the average wolf trotting would be. However, he was secure in the knowledge that they'd have to stop eventually, right? It was maybe only two or three wolves, maybe slightly more, emitting this pungent stench that completely masked out every other scent that he would have detected. He briefly considered the fact that they may have been masking other wolves' scents, like an alpha pair would, then dismissed it. They wouldn't be that smart, and even if so, who cared? They were getting off his area whether they liked it or not.

Although... he did seem a bit far behind them. In fact, after a few minutes, Fenrys was acutely aware that they were still faster than him, and that he'd have to just keep following them. Actually-

... okay, that explained the stench. The buggers were actually marking the damned area with the conventional methods. Which explained why it smelt so strong.

As he passed another wet patch, his hackles raised slightly. For all the stupid things that could have been done. They had to be scent marking in his area? Like, literal, genuine scent-marking next to the trees. Like they were goddamned claiming the land-

Fenrys just increased his pace. No way any wolf, pack or not, would be scent marking in his area. It was his, and no-one else was allowed on it - especially to be claiming it as their own. That was beyond tolerable.

Nose to the ground, he silently stalked the idiots who had the nerve to be scent-marking in his area. They'd pay for that, and he'd evict them faster than a speeding bird.

Yukon's mind flooded with rage-filled thoughts. If she was stupid, she would have tore into that alpha right there. But, she risked her life in that situation without help. Though, she was unsure what two wolves were going to do against ten. They'd figure it out -- If she found Fenrys that is. Putting her nose to the ground, she'd pick up some fresher scents from the brute, hoping he was somewhere nearby. Picking up to a slowed lope, Yukon kept her eyes ahead of her, looking around occasionally for the large dark-colored brute. Soon, she'd hear the sound of pawprints not to far off from her. Smirking, she'd quickly make her way toward the sound.

There he stood, nose to the ground. He must have scented the pack already. The dames gaze had almost a playful look in them as she watched from behind him for a few moments. After, she'd step from the brush, making noise to let him know she was there. If she was snapped at, Yukon wouldn't even flinch. Lowering her crown a bit, she'd look up at him. "You smell them too?" She asked, a small grin on her maw. "I've already found them." Yukon added, circling around Fenrys once as if she was examining him as she allowed her gaze to roam over his frame.

"Their alpha is weak." Yukon started, tearing her gaze from him and looking around at their surroundings as she circled around to the front of Fenrys before looking back at him and lowering herself onto her haunches. The large dames emerald hues carried that subtle playfulness still. She was unsure why, but something about this brute intrigued her. Flicking her auricles, she'd tilt her cranium slightly to the left. "I'm figuring we can take them.. But, there is ten of them." She mentioned, withdrawing her gaze from him before looking at her surroundings once more. "What do you think? Get them off of our land, then go our separate ways again?" Yukon asked, hoping the brute would say yes. She needed Someway to keep their land theirs. "If not, I will figure it out on my own.. But, It'd be much easier with the both of us." The dame was attempting to persaude him, even if his mind was already made up.

"Though, of course, this will take some planning."

Fenrys nodded along to Yukon's words, making sure his face didn't show any emotion as - should Yukon's words be right, and what reason would she have to lie to him, if her words were true? - he carefully processed the information.

Ten twolves. Ten. Not just two or three like their scent markings indicated. And the she-wolf was now circling around him like she was in charge and- honestly, while she might be, the act just irked Fenrys slightly. He didn't need to be appraised.

All this was kept on a tight lockdown inside if his head, as he nodded to the she-wolf's question and finally looked at her unusual eye colour - not something that he'd seen on anyone else. "I'm up to it." He gestured with his muzzle to the latest patch of wet tree. "The idiots had the nerve to be scent marking right here." To Fenrys, that was the most intolerable act, and it rankled with him - quite badly, if he was being honest.

"You say there's ten of them?" Finally abandoning his pose of just standing up and looking at the female, he took a few steps closer and sat down. Honestly, the fact that there were ten of them was... an issue. He'd been planning on meeting two or three. Maybe four, at the most. Ten however? He'd have a difficult time using the intimidation factor.

Maybe he could finally put his brain to work for once in a long time.

"Can you describe the rest of the wolves? Or can I go and see them for myself?" Fenrys' tone indicated he did prefer the latter option quite a bit, but he'd be willing to hear Yukon out.

But by going into the sitution essentially blind, he couldn't exactly help in Yukon's grand master plan. He'd have to rely on Yukon's word, which was something he definitely hadn't done before.

Yukon did say she thought that the two of them could take the pack on. Still. Fenrys hadn't survived for five years for nothing - he wanted to go see for himself.

But, of course, her words didn't seem to be trusted. Which, how could she blame him? The pair didn't really know one another.

"I will not waste my breath explaining all of them to you." Yukon stated simply. "But, the main two I actually spoke to.. The alpha is visibly fraile, and he has a large bulky black male as his little side piece.." She mentioned, standing up and swiftly making her way around Fenrys in another circular movement. Much like myself... She thought, a smirk crawling onto her maw. "I will take you too them if you wish. They are by the cliffside, so, I'd prefer to stay up where we will be less likely to get caught." She mentioned, walking around him before walking a few feet away. Stopping, she'd look back at him, "Come along then, Fenrys." Yukon stated before continuing onward toward the cliffs.

It wasn't too far of a walk, as the territory wasn't too aweful big, Big enough for two -- But no more than that.

Yukon climbed the semi-steep hillside, making her way to the top of it. Once at the top, she'd look down at the pack. Now counting them, there was in fact eight wolves, which was a releif. "The smaller grey one lying by the tree den is the feeble alpha I had told you of." She mentioned to him in a whisper. "I only snapped at him, and he fell over." The dame gave an example, a grin wiping onto her maw as she lowered herself back to her haunches.

Now Fenrys was looking down at them, the eight wolves who seemed to be congregating in their area - was it a territory? - his ears twitched imperceptibly in annoyance.

Frowning down at them, he reluctantly came to the same conclusion that Yukon had come to earlier - they might be able to have taken them on. No concrete answers though.

Although how that feeble wolf could ever have been considered the alpha or parents of the others down below, he couldn't tell.

Aware that Yukon didn't care about their scent marking in his territory - honestly, how could she have stood that - he spoke again, voice laden with disgust. "That weak wolf is the leader of the little congregation below us?" No point even acknowledging it as a pack if that was really what it was.

Looking at the rest of the wolves, he signled out the black wolf that Yukon had been talking about earlier. Yeah, he looked big, Fenrys guessed - but he could probably take him on.

But with seven other wolves backing him? While the Alpha didn't look like the only feeble one, there were still some wolves in their prime, or coming close to it, in the congregation. His eyes flashed for a second up to Yukon's frame to the right of him. Maybe the two of them might have been able to take them on. But, however grudgingly, Fenrys had to make the same comclusion that Yukon had done - it was only a slim might. He didn't know about that, and while Yukon's figure seemed capable - enough - he honestly hadn't ever fought Yukon before, and had no idea.

"So... what's your plan?" Really, all Fenrys wanted to do was jump down there and tear them apart for trespassing. But like he had concluded earlier, there wasn't much way they could win it. Even with Yukon backing him. It was only a slim might, considering how many of them there were down there.

So he'd hear Yukon out. He wasn't your average big, dumb wolf after all.

And you... are my little minion.

Standing up, Yukon would make her way back down to the hill a little ways, looking around. "We will go down there, and you will apologize to them for my actions earlier, and tell them you've talked sense into me about possibly joining them." She mentioned softly, turning back around to look at him. "We will weasle our way in, and then strike from there.. Whether we do it one by one, or make it a brutal war... Well, that's up to future us." Yukon told him, turning to walk back over to him, getting close enough to almost brush up against him. Her cranium was held parallel with her withers as she looked up at him, her tail waving in a steadily slow manner behind her. "What do ya say?" she asked.