Eros | 6 | Omega Mountain Pack | Pack Member | Mentions: Open

The large white wolf with a back covered in shades of brown was already wide awake. He heard sounds of shuffling across the forest as he went on his morning stroll. It felt rather long, but maybe it wasn't. His eyes saw nothing but darkness and sometimes it got a little lonely. Not knowing what anything looked like, just relying on his hearing, touch, and sense of smell but he had grown to accept it.

With that he brought his large black nose to the ground as he sniffed in the grass, he recognized this spot. He was almost there. In his den he fell short of his herbs. He usually smelled yarrow and poppy there, rather strongly but recently it became weak, that was a sign he needed more.

So, he followed the smell of the yarrow and poppy that he had grown to lack before he felt some herbs beneath his paws. He backed up to smell it, it smelled like chrysanthemums but felt very feathery. "Yarrow..." he muttered before he gathered a few in his maw. Eros then continued to walk along his normal route that he had been going on for quite some time now before gathering poppy seeds. It had a bitter-sweet, nutty smell to it which is how he identified it.

He knew now it was time to head back to camp, so he turned and headed towards the smell and chatter. His walk was rather careful, still not exactly familar, not knowing if he had rocks or roots that were trying to trip him. In his younger days he was a lot clumsier, not really knowing how to operate like this. He often got frustrated with it but now he was rather accepting of it and had calmed way down with his age. Eros walked closer and closer towards the familiar, strong smell and the growing volumes from chatter of others in the camp. Once he made it, he went into his den and stored the herbs where he had in the past.

He had a system, always the same route and he would always store his herbs the same exact way. If he didn't do it, he would probably get lost and mix up his herbs. Once he was done, he made his way out of his den and back towards all the chatter.

"The pain! The agony! I'm dying, I'm dying!" Bǫlverkr had always been a tad bit dramatic at times. Even now, the tall male lay curled on the ground, fussing over the idiotic squirrel latched onto his nose as his paws remained flailing in the air. A series of snarls escaped his throat, foam forming at the side of his mouth as he kept trying and trying to get the creature away from him.

Releasing a whine, the male's dark eyes snapped onto an approaching figure. "Acheron! Oh, Acheron, thank goodness. Get it off! Get it off!" Rolling onto his stomach, Bǫlverkr began crawling towards the other individual, the squirrel dragging on the ground alongside of him. "It won't release it's tiny latch one me and- Oh, don't look at me like that!" Snapping at the other male, Bǫlverkr released a hiss. "Kill it. Snap it in half. I hate it. I hope-"

A loud yowl was sounded as Acheron grabbed the squirrel, causing its grip to release in shock. His tongue lapped at his nose, his eyes staring at the creature being tossed against the tree. With a darkened look, Bǫlverkr shot up onto his paws, sprinting towards it with his mouth wide open. Teeth flashing, the beta almost, almost reached it, until the stupid thing woke up and sprinted up the tree, causing Bǫlverkr to skid until he finally stopped. Staring up the tree, he began to snarl and hiss as if throwing a tantrum. Spluttering, he eyed the tree, the squirrel staring down at him before it scurried away onto another tree.

"I can't feel my nose." He then began to mumble. "Acheron, is it still there?" Muzzle placed right in front of the other male's face, it was clear that Bǫlverkr had little boundaries put into place. Releasing a small whine, he stepped back, pawing at it. "I feel like it ripped right off." Muttering a series of curses under his breath, his tail thrashed behind him with frusteration.

"Be quiet!" He suddenly snapped, eyes widening before glancing at Acheron. "I didn't mean you." Naturally, Bǫlverkr meant the voice in his head. His little intrusive thoughts had returned before vanishing once more, causing him to inhale sharply. Composing himself, he straightened up, shaking out his pelt as his tongue hung from his mouth in a series of pants. "Thanks, pal." Truly, if Acheron didn't come, Bǫlverkr feared the damned squirrel would never release it's grip on his poor, innocent nose. All he was trying to do was eat it. He didn't expect it to fight back. Bested by a squirrel, he'll never live it down!

Releasing a tsk, Bǫlverkr's eyes widened when the form of Rin appeared, taking a step back when she approached. What was this? Did she see it all as well? Was he truly that loud? How foolish was he. How humiliating. "Did the others hear me?" He asked, only to silence when Rin began to clean his little cut. "Is my nose still there?" He asked her as well, wanting another opinion before fully shutting down. Remaining still at the contact, Bǫlverkr didn't breath nor blink, simply stood frozen like a statue.

He never was good with physical touch, compliments of his past, he supposed. Thus, upon contact, he did little to move away, simply remain standing, teetering around.

"How pathetic you are. How useless."

Ah, the voices had returned, the sound a constant masculine tone that pounded against his temple. He hadn't even noticed his sister approach. Hadn't noticed her presence until moments later, where his eyes slowly grazed over to her. Just like that, Bǫlverkr began to snap back from his thoughts. "When did you get here?" He asked Ráðgríðr before his eyes narrowed as she assessed the scene. "A squirrel and I had a fight. The squirrel won." Updating her, he scowled when she began to ramble on about the wound. If she saw him rolling his eyes, she didn't say anything.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." One would think that she was the eldest sibling from the way she mothered him. Releasing a deep sigh, he mocked her from behind her back like a child would before growing more stern. "I'm fine now, thanks to Acheron. Besides, he has the right to look at me like that, I did fall off a tree and get bested by a squirrel." Defending the other male for a moment, it was the least Bǫlverkr could do for helping him.

Eyes snapping onto his sister, he nudged her with his paw before his eyes widening, now being the one ridiculed after Rin. He couldn't even get a word in from how his sister blabbered on. "Take a breath!" He snapped, now in a small sibling spar before snorting. "The squirrel was annoying, I was trying to fix that, and who are you calling names, huh?" Releasing a small yelp when she reached forward to nip him, he jumped back.

"Kill her."

Releasing a growl, he seemed to become slightly aggressive in response to the voice. He didn't further explain, knowing his sister and the others already understood, even the slightest. Shaking his head, he released a puff of breath.

"None of this ever happened. You never saw me fall or the squirrel dangling from my nose."

Acheron

Male | Omega Pack | Pack Member | Mentions: Bolverkr, Ráðgríðr, Rin .

The agony!

....The agony of watching his friend get bested immediately by a furry little creature that must’ve been smaller than his muzzle. So strong he was, so brave.... At least, when he came to standing up to mammals that weren’t of that size.

As the squirrel was pulled quickly off of the already-bitten nose, his gaze followed him as he bounded off after the sleeping prince on the ground. Ache moved to step over as well, until the brave mammal up and deserted them from the safety of the tree branches. The cute little thing probably knew that the canine couldn’t climb up.... After all, it had gotten a bird’s eye view of what had unfortunately happened the last time. Poor Bolverkr.

Acheron couldn’t really help but smile to himself at he watched the strong male’s attempt to better the situation by putting an end to the furry little life. Now, Acheron could’ve also sprinted up after it and very likely taken it down, but he chose to hand it off to the strong, brave, 'Beta' in question.... And he also sort of wanted to see if they’d have any future brawls. The rodent would win, no doubt. As the male watched him throw a temper-tantrum at the base of the tree, senses had not yet alerted him of the upcoming presences.

Part of the sly brute wanted to tell him that no, it wasn’t still there, and that the little squirrel must’ve taken it away to his nest where little squirrel babies would be chowing down on the poor little nose, but he decided that the unfortunate Bol had had more than enough agony, for the day. Well.... More like for the hour. “Yes, pal....” He sighed out softly, staring into his very-close eyes as the two were now basically muzzle-to-muzzle. “Unfortunately, it is still there.” He teased, giving the other male a little shove with his own muzzle into his neck. He looked around at the wound, as a small drop of blood slowly dropped down the length of it. Eh, he’d be fine.... The two of them were already covered in scars from battered days anyways, what more was one?

“You’re fine, the scar will add character if it stays.” He told him with a small nod, shaking out his pelt before turning his head towards the two girls on their way. “And you’re welcome. Just.... Try not to go for any more vicious little beasts.” He scoffed, holding his own sort of hatred for little prey. But like just proven, they still definitely had their redeeming moments. “Ask for my help, next time.” He shook his head as he watched the female approach, a little bit of subtle amusement on his features as he watched him lick the unsuspecting beast. The male was obviously a bit uncomfortable by this, but it wouldn’t go on for too long.... Sister approaching.

He took a little step back as he listened to her insistent, utterly irritating and intolerable rambling. Blah blah, this and that about protecting her older brother who did not even need protection. Well.... Maybe he did, as just proven even further, but not by her. He scoffed, some. That was, until the lectures were soon turned onto him. As if she had the damn right!

Shouldn’t ladies look pretty, anyways....? She scowled too fucking much.

“Back the hell off, Rag. You obviously weren't here quick enough to help him, and now you’re blaming me for doing it? He can more than handle himself.... He definitely doesn’t need you for that.” He lightly batted her upper side with his fore-paw as he rolled his eyes. “You aren’t the beta.”

He then glanced steadily over at Bolverkr as he started to defend him, giving him a bit of an appreciative nod. However , he had this female under control.... Damn females.. Always starting trouble.

He hadn’t gotten to reply to the other female’s comment, not that he necessarily wanted to talk to any more wolves than he really had to.... Especially not ones who were always so damn friendly and positive.

It was one of the reasons why he admired Ráðgríðr, but the negatives almost outweighed the positives of her character. He gave her a little huff, and he shook his head.

“I did see it, and I hope to remember it, Bol.... But I won’t tell anyone.” He gave him a little wink. Maybe he could keep that promise. Just maybe.... It was just very tempting to go off and tell the pack how he lost a battle with a squirrel.

“Just go and.... Stick it in the snow.” He said, left ear twitching a bit as he gestured to his slightly- bleeding nose.

Larkspur || Mountain Pack || Member || M: Open

The pack was quickly coming to life. As the sun stretched tentatively across the area before her, the tawny female allowed it to touch the tips of her paws. The night had been chilly and, though she had slept comfortably, it was not her favorite feeling to wake up feeling colder than the stone beneath her. So, Larkspur had set herself in the path of oncoming sunlight.

The ringing in her ears had become a frequent irritation as of late, but today it didn't seem as bad -- or perhaps she was just getting used to it. Voices were drowned out by the high pitched hum, but she could see her packmates' mouths moving. Ah, well, at least she wasn't completely deaf. Sure, that would happen eventually, but Larkspur had enough of an ear left that she was confident her hearing would remain for years yet.

She pawed at an old, shattered leg bone lying nearby and sighed, watching it with some wariness. Larkspur would touch it, yes, but eating it... Even gnawing on it could have fairly grave consequences, and she wasn't ready to incapacitate herself. Her pack needed her well enough to hunt and destroy her throat later. A snack now wasn't worth the ache that would follow.

Using a back paw to kick the bone away, Larkspur rested her head on her paws and went back to people watching.