Say It If It's Worth Saving Me~ (Josh/Jenn)

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile realized it was getting harder for Brent to shift; unlike Emile who was full of boundless energy that meant shifting at such short notice wouldn't kick in for a bit longer, Brent had no such luxury. Of course, when Brent promptly flopped himself onto Emile, this only excited the small wolf more.

He struggled, tail thumping happily on the ground as he rolled over onto his back and licked Brent's muzzle, pawing at his side playfully before he realized he couldn't win and stopped struggling, panting and tail still thumping as Brent shifted enough to let him up.

Emile got up on all four paws and bounded over to Arrow happily, rearing up to put his paws on her shoulders he licked her cheek happily - generally he was in a hyper mood. He balanced there for several moments before he dropped back down and padded over to the carpet and sat on his haunches; the size difference between he and Brent was more noticeable now than perhaps ever.

Emile had no plans to shift back into his human form today; it might be too tiring for him now he'd wound down and was getting over being shot at. He padded back over to Brent and nuzzled his massive chest as a way of thank you for the games, before he sat on his butt and looked between them with jaws open in a smile.

[t1138k]

Brent turned to see Arrow burst out laughing at the scene she just walked in on. Then Arrow walked over and patted Brent on the side, making a joke about Brent's weight. All Arrow got was a small growl in response, Arrow knew full well that neither his human or wolf form had an ounce of fat. Brent wish he could verbally retort, but the growl would have to do.

Brent turned his attention back to Emile, he was quite playfully struggling against Brent's bulk. Brent knew the way he had Emile pinned that Emile wouldn't be able to get free. Eventually Emile gave up so Brent flopped over on his side to let the boy up. Emile hopped up and bounded over to Arrow. Brent watched as Emile reared up and rested his front paws on Arrow's shoulders so he could lick her face. Brent rolled his eyes as he laid his head down, Emile was quite excitable. As Brent continued to lay there to conserve his strength, he felt a sudden impact.

Brent looked down to see Emile nuzzling his chest, Brent supposed Emile was grateful for the small amount of playing Brent managed. Then he watched as Emile sat down and looked back and forth between himself and Arrow. Brent wasn't sure what Emile was expecting next, he just kept looking back and forth between himself and Arrow.

Brent decided to give Emile a little show as well as get a little revenge for the weight joke. Brent stood up, with a little effort, and walked over to Arrow. When he was close enough to Arrow he jumped forward, wedging himself between Arrow's legs, and causing her to fall forward onto his back. Once Arrow gained her balance on his back, Brent rolled over on his side, pinning Arrow's left leg beneath him. Brent then let out a sound as close to laughter as he could, just to taunt Arrow. Brent wondered how fat she thought he was now.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow's laugh sounded through the den once more as Emile put his paws on her shoulders and licked her face. She put her hands on the sides of his face and ran her fingers through the fur there and rubbed his ears affectionately before playfully pushing his away and wiping at her cheek. She glanced at the glass of water and held up a finger, running back to the kitchen she returned and poured the glass of water into a large bowl that was already half full with water. That way both Brent and Emile could be able to drink. She set it down and straightened with a smile. Shen Brent pushed himself up Arrow thought he was getting a drink of water, so he surprised her when he lunged she let out a small scream and threw her hands out to steady herself on his back. "What the Hel- Oomph!" Arrow glared at Brent as he coughed out something that sounded a lot like laughter. "Get off me you fat lard!" She told him, struggling to move her foot out from under him. When she couldn't she then used her free foot, placed it on his side and proceeded to try to push him off. All the while not being able to keep the bright, happy smile from her lips. Arrow glanced at Emile and winked. "Gett'm Emile! We'll show'm who's boss!" arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Now, if there was one way to get a child excited, it was to goad him - which was exactly what Arrow was doing. Emile rushed over with a happy bark, playfully leaping on Brent and barking and growling like a pup at him, darting back and forth in his attempts to aid at getting Brent off her leg.
Of course, to do such he had to come up with a plan so amazingly awesome that there was no way it could fail. And so after much (two seconds) of thought he decided on the ultimate plan that could never ever possibly fail. In fact, in the history of ever it had never failed to Emile's knowledge, and so he knew now what had to be done!

The small brown wolf raced around to Brent's head and began to furiously lick him before his tongue caught too much fur and he stumbled away coughing - but clearly, he was also giggling (or really the wolf version) at the notion, rushing to the water bowl in an attempt to clear his tongue so he might commence the attack once more!

In reality, Emile was beyond overjoyed to simply have someone to play with and enjoy the company. So, after a nice long drink (and much coughing to remove the stray black hairs that now coated his tongue) he raced back over, darting around the pair as if he'd never tire - and honestly he wouldn't so long as the adrenaline lasted. There - as always - must come an end to such battles, an eventually the little Wolf could hardly keep up his furious assault on the much larger wolf's leg defenses.

He finally padded over to Arrow and Brent - by this point having freed her leg from the rather large Wolf - and curled up against Brent's stomach, head on his paws but clearly affectionate to the larger male. He lifted his head, barking happily at Arrow, tongue hanging from his mouth.

[t1138k]

Brent just laughed inwardly at Arrow's attempts at dislodging him. That's when Emile decided to respond to Arrow's cry for help. Of course his method of assistance, while adorable, wasn't very effective. Emile sure was cute, especially his energy in wolf form. Although his actions were tinged by his desperate need for acceptance. It was understandable considering what he has revealed about his past. Brent's past wasn't to different at least in end results. Brent hoped he never let his desperation for acceptance show.

Brent was also getting tired of Arrow's foot in his back, so he shifted position slightly so Arrow could pull her foot free. Brent's effort was slight enough that Arrow might believe she freed her leg on her own. If Arrow did that is fine with Brent, he'd let her have the sense of accomplishment if she wanted it. When Arrow was free Brent laid back down on his side, still tired. Maybe now was a good time for a nap he thought.

As Brent lay there, Emile came over and curled up against his stomach, clearly being affectionate. Emile then let out a couple of barks in Arrow's direction, letting his tongue hang from his mouth. Hopefully Emile would fit in well here, he would be the first submissive werewolf in the pack so far. Brent closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Brent was a light sleeper, even if he did feel safe in the pack's den. You never know when trouble can strike after all. Brent then drifted off to sleep, with the young Emile still curled up against him.

[visceral]

Visceral figured that he would eventually have to revise his nickname for Arrow if he was getting the right impression from the scents he was taking in on his way back to the Den. If the youngling that seemed to be traveling with Arrow and Brent joined, he couldn't possibly call Arrow pup anymore. It was a shame, but it is what it is. He would have to think of a new name for Arrow when he got a chance, since she was a stray and hadn't gotten around to speaking with her wolf and learning her name. Then and only then would he stop talking to her as if she were a pup.

Visceral had gotten the whiff of fear from an unknown wolf while surveying the land adjacent to their plot, in case they had to expand. Of course they would eventually, but for now they were set. There were quite a bit of natural predators in this neck of the woods, but they would be able to clear them out quite easily. Of course what he had smelled was not a natural predator, nor was what it running from. A were pup was the prey, and a Human with dogs the hunter. No matter how many times he thought it, it brought a growl up from his chest and past his lips.

He was on two feet and of course the pup and dogs were faster than he was at the moment. When he had gotten to the sight, the dogs were dead, the hunter had pissed himself, and the scent of Arrow and Brent were all over the clearing. Vis had checked on the hunter first. Brent's smell was all over him, but he had not suffered any talon or bite marks thank the powers that be. He did have one slight wound though, and that was a nice bump on the back of his head that may turn into a concussion and kill the man. It had a small laceration on it's crest and was bleeding as if a vein had been hit. Of course there hadn't been a vein, but all scalp injuries bled like crazy.

After he had checked out the man completely, he turned his attentions on the corpses of the four dogs. Of course they had great signs of being mauled by giant wolves. He wondered where his packmate's minds were at the time. You just didn't leave proof of a mauling where a human was sure to find it. the dogs were not of the huge variety, no Great Danes here. He would be able to carry them back to the Den and incinerate them at his convenience. Before that though, he made a call to Levi.

He explained the situation as best he could, and told him he would need some clean up. He did not know if the man had to die yet or not, but he would leave that up to Levi to decide. He knew that Levi would clean his very distinct tracks that he would have to leave. His tracks would be pretty deep given his own body's weight in addition to the four dogs he had to carry out of here. In addition to tracks, blood had to be cleaned along his trail. Then Levi would have to tend to the man. Get the info of what he saw, and weigh that against how crazy it sounded, and if he would tell it to anyone other than his drinking buddies. Vis hoped the man didn't have to die, but if he saw Brent and Arrow for what they were, he would.

It took Vis quite a while to lug the bodies up to the Den. His 'vision' was quite limited when his head was surrounded by dead and bloody dogs. Eventually though, he made his way to his pack's home. His arrival was precluded though by the scent of blood, death, and four horribly loud thumps. His entire upper body was covered in the last of the canine blood that was seeping from the felled hunting dogs and it almost looked natural on Vis. At least it did now, if someone saw his angry expression. They would see it, all three of them, even if only briefly.

His yell, directed at the cabin, could almost be considered a roar. Of course, wolves don't roar, so it wasn't quite that, it was an extremely loud growl with words in it. "Pups! Get out here! You've played, now it's time to clean up the mess."He knew that they would sit frozen in there for a few moments, he had put Command in his voice, and the only one that would not be completely compelled to come outside with his tail between his legs would be the stray they had found. If he were a very dominant wolf, he would probably take it as a challenge, and if he were a submissive, well it would be all three of them coming out with their tails tucked.

If it weren't for their blatant mistake, he wouldn't have had to call them all pups. He knew that Brent out of all of them wasn't a pup, but their mistake was something that a new werewolf would have made. It was something that could have gotten them found out by the humans, and while the Napaski wolves's ultimate goal was to come out to the public, it definitely was not time for that yet. They had to increase their strength, and be able to hold their own if it was going to come down to the humans attacking them. Once their efforts were totally concentrated and a society was set in stone, they could do it. Not now though, not even close yet.

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Vision's snarl of command echoed through the house and - although it had no sway over Emile as a whole, it was enough to startle him out of his light sleep with a yelp and send him stumbling over Brent's furry body in an almost comical fashion. He landed on his side and got to all fours, ears down and tail tucking between his legs.

It wasn't so much fear as it was the unknowing that had Emile padding slowly out the front door, nosing it open a crack so he could see outside. There was the man Emile strongly thought to be the Alpha; in his sleepy tired state he may as well have been a monster. The small brown Wolf whimpered a little as he padded outside, low to the ground as he could go in submission.

The blood, Emile quickly realized, was that of the dogs they'd killed and not from the Alpha himself nor of anything else. He crouched a respectful distance away, not making eye contact or showing signs of dominance - he wasn't fearful now; but he was very wary - even his Wolf knew that this Were before him was to be shown nothing but respect.

The blood - the volume - was starting to ignite Emile's love of hunting - yet he didn't show it. He didn't dare actually, because this was the first meeting and first meetings with his kind had to go well or they turned nasty. Of course, Emile also had the urge to greet the Alpha, but that wasn't the time. He still didn't make eye contact; to do so instinct told him would be a challenge and that was something Emile wanted to avoid at all costs.

[t1138k]

Brent was startled from his slumber by the call of his Alpha, who didn't sound happy. Brent could also feel the command in his voice, the actual force of Vis' dominance. Well if Brent wasn't in the mood for a reprimand before he certainly wasn't now. Brent was far too tired still, the nap hadn't been very long. Brent was dominant enough to resist his Alpha's call, especially since the pack bonds haven't properly formed yet. Plus, Brent thought to himself, I don't respond to being called a pup. So Brent laid his head back down.

Now, now Brent thought to himself, your part of a pack now, its time to play the role. This is what you wanted after all, although the more primal wolf part of him corrected, no you should be leading a pack. Brent responded to the wolf part of him, retorting with the fact that he believed he still lacked the wisdom to lead properly. Brent believed being an Alpha was more than just being dominant enough, and having the ability to bark orders. It takes wisdom and conviction to lead, Brent felt he was still lacking the levels necessary to be a good Alpha.

Brent decided he was going to need to explain things to Vis, and so decided to shift again. Brent watch Emile and Arrow go before he began the slow and painful process. Brent was going to be really exhausted after this. At least he got a small nap in he thought. Although Brent was no stranger to shifting a lot in a short amount of time. Just after his first change, that came a little later for Brent than most, his father used to make him change until complete exhaustion. Brent's father was also his Alpha and was raising Brent to be the perfect Alpha, the perfect werewolf. Brent used to hate his father, maybe he still does, but he can't deny his father made him strong.

Concentrating on his father had helped Brent focus through the transformation. Although Brent had completely lost track of time, was that another shout from Vis? Brent couldn't tell, his ears were ringing, very loudly. Brent was also covered in sweat, and his were sore. Brent with great effort managed to stagger to his feet. As he stood large, red dots swam across his vision. He also felt a little queasy. Brent remembered his father's harsh lessons on weakness, and managed to stumble to the door as steadily as he could. A little physical exhaustion was not going to prevent Brent from walking outside.

As Brent neared the door, he wiped as much sweat from his brow as possible. He noticed his hands were a little pale, and were shaking slightly. Brent balled his hands into fists. If my hands are this pale, I probably don't want to see myself in the mirror. Brent pinched and slap his cheeks a little, hopefully restoring a little color to them. Brent felt cold but knew he was still sweating. I hate cold sweats Brent thought. Mustering up all that was left of his strength Brent finally walked through the door, but even he noticed the odd gait to his steps. Brent stopped and stiffened his legs a little more before continuing.

Brent approached his three fellow werewolves saying with a smirk, "Sorry for the wait Vis, had to get changed." Brent was proud at the fact that he managed to keep the exhaustion out of his voice, and to keep it even. "Plus it will be far easier to communicate with you and tell you all that has transpired." Brent decided he needed to teach the pack the paw tapping language his family used, it was a bit complex and not always precise, but it could convey complex messages. Brent usually equated it to Morse code, except a lot more elaborate.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow had been the only one of the three of them to be awake when Vis had arrived, she had felt he was coming but was only aware of her anger a slight second before his growl rumbled through the den. She jumped up slightly and her blue eyes darted to Emile, the poor thing looked scared straight. She followed him out, knowing Brent would want to change before coming out to meet the Alpha. Arrow brushed a hand over Emile's fur to comfort him. She knew these weren't the best of conditions to meet the Alpha for the first time, so she wanted him to feel less threatened and frightened of Vis. She continued to run her fingers through his fur while she looked Vis over, wincing when her eyes rested on the dead dogs. 'damnit' she thought to herself 'what a stupid mistake to make! what was I thinking just leaving the dogs there!' she rebuked herself. Arrow made sure not to make eye contact with Vis, because she was sure his wolf would be able to sense it. "It's Okay, Emile, he's not angry at you. This is all on Brent and Me." she soothed, saying ti both to Emile and to Vis to make sure he knew the blame was theirs and not Emile's. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[visceral]

" Damn right it is!" he said, his voice still somewhat louder than necessary. Then he took a long and deep breath, visably calming himself. "I guess I haven't made it clear. You guys can't just go attacking humans. And if they are the aggressors, then make sure you clean up after yourselves right away. If he had woken and had a cell phone, called in the rangers, they would have found the dog corpses with marks from canines that are bigger than anything in the world. You can't leave that kind of stuff lying around."

He was past the point for wishing they had the organization and strength to actually go public, and has started to work towards that dream. Though being ready couldn't happen too soon in his opinion. It was just that getting to that point wouldn't be a walk in the park. If that dream would ever come true, he wouldn't have to worry about dog corpses, deer corpses, even elephant corpses if that ever came about. Human bodies would be the only thing they would have to hide. He was sure even after coming out there would be quite a bit of incidences of humans dying under the claws and fangs of werewolves. Not his pack though. There would be none of that before, nor after.

Now that he had said his peace, it was time to turn his attention to the pup he had never met before. His head swiveled to him and he inhaled deeply getting another feel for his scent. A more fresh specimen. "Don't worry pup, So far nothing but sloppiness has occurred. I'll need you to tell me who you are, how you came to our woods, and what exactly happened out there."

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile felt himself calm and Arrow's touch and words; arching a little as her hand ran down a sensitive spot in the nape of his furry neck. He listened to the Alpha for several long moments before he realized he was being asked to change again. He knew he had to, but he doubted he'd be able to stay awake for long afterwards. He padded a few steps away from them and began to shift.

The process was longer and more painful than it ought to have been. It was exhausting and there where several long and scary seconds he seized up and couldn't change, but he managed it. He felt utterly drained and he was shaking from the effort; he looked ready to drop off his feet. He managed to walk back over to Arrow and nestle himself against her side, eyes fluttering closed a few times before he shook himself and began to explain.

"My name is Emile Avaant sir. I've been living in the woods for about a year now but I'll tell you why in a bit. Um, I was having a drink at the river when a man and his dogs started chasing me. In my panic I didn't realize i'd crossed the border."

He paused to stop himself from shaking out of tiredness before he continued.

"He shot me in my side and I attacked one of his dogs he sent after me, and he was about to shoot me when Arrow and Brent saved me. Brent tackled the man and knocked him out and Arrow killed the other dogs."

As he finished, Emile felt his fingers dig slightly into Arrows clothes. It was like having not slept for several days and being starving at the same time. His head was pounding and he just wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. He forced himself to look at the Alpha and smile a little.

"Um. I really like your house, too..."

[t1138k]

Brent's ears were still ringing but he did manage to hear some of what Vis had said before he stumbled out. "With all due respect Vis, it wasn't sloppiness." Brent reminded himself to be careful how he words his statements, he doesn't want to upset Vis anymore than he already is, even if Brent feels Vis' anger is wholly unjustified. "See you're operating under the knowledge that the poacher was alone, Arrow and I had no such luxury. I cleaned up the scene as best as I could in the shortest amount of time. For all I knew there were more poachers out there and I already had wounded." Alright Brent don't get to preachy he told himself. "Or would you rather I had left us completely exposed in a wide open field? Arrow was my responsibility at that point, and who would you blame had she been killed?"

Brent also thought he had heard Vis mention something about calling in rangers? "And were you saying the poacher would call in rangers? One this isn't a park, there are no rangers, he'd call a conservation officer. Two he wouldn't call a conservation officer, he is illegally hunting, which mean he'd be offering himself up for fines and even some prison time. Not to mention a suspicion of whatever hunting licenses he already possessed." Brent was starting to get worked up, which was difficult considering how wiped he felt. "And the penalties could be far worse if this isn't his first offense, and given his age I doubt it was his first." Okay Brent decided to stop himself there, he didn't want to sound condescending after all.

Okay maybe a little bit more, "Also its more than likely the incident, if reported, would be written off as a bear attack. No investigation would occur because no loss of human life, it was just some dogs." One more point and Brent was done he promised himself. "Oh, and removing the dogs in a manner that a bear or other wild animal wouldn't, for example not dragging them, is going to look far more suspicious", Brent said motioning toward the pile of dogs. "So you might consider your actions as well when judging the actions of others." Brent had finally finished what he had to say.