The Ever-Changing Cliff Face

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After you pass over the red river, you face the ever-changing cliff face which is made of hard, dry, red clay. Above this cliff face, which feeds the red color of the river, there are plenty of mountain sheep which can be an easy meal if you understand how to hunt them.

At the first sound of Ceberuses voice, Oliver stiffened. What did he want? Why now?

"Whose pup is this?!"

"Ahm. A she-wolves." Oliver said, half sarcastic, half straight-foward awnser. That was truly the best he could do.. Oliver took a small step back, the dire-wolves anger was raising something within him, though it was to faint for him to distinguish. Whatever it was, it sent his heart pumping and shot his hackles up.

"How dare you take in this rat into our pack without consulting us generals first!"

"State your name, pup."

Before he could react, Hova was beneath this brutes paw, and rage shot through him like bullets from the barrel of a gun. "The only rat here is you, Ceberus!" He growled, his voice trembling with the effort to contain himself. He took a step forward, but no more. His leader could crush Hova at any second, and Oliver knew not to provoke him. But he knew the feeling now. It rose up, up through every limb, every claw and every hair. It was something he had thought to be beyond him, forgotten in days long past. It was simple, parental instinct, nothing more. Hova wasn't even his pup, but he had made a friend, his only friend, and no one was going to take that from him. No one.

"And I'm not scared of you,"

Hova's voice brought him back down to earth. And what she said was no disappointment. She had seemed so timid at first glance, but not now. The look in her eye was one he'd seen in so many places before, but never dreamed of possessing. She was going to be alright.

Moon:
Moon laid down on a rock he needed bitterly to go to sleep. "Talk about overworking leaders." he said half growling. Then he started to fallow in a deep sleep.
Dream: He was walk in a black forest. When suddenly a black shadow overtook him. He was wounded and cried out for help. No one answered. Then he saw a blood path that was not his own. He fallowed it and it lead him to the body of a black wolf...Key!

Moon awoke. "What a nightmare." he to himself. Then stood up. "What could it have meant?" he thought. "Key has been dead a long time." he said to himself.

((Not sure what the pool should do, but I dunno. Could be cool, could just be a source of water.))

(Maybe it can drain right into the river by 'Where the Fish Swim in Many.' Just an idea. o3o))

"Don't you dare bark at me, Oliver. You dang well know how I get when I get angry."

Oliver allowed one last growl to escape his throat, but left the pride to Cerberus. It wasn't worth it, and the only thing he felt at the moment was relief. Truth be told, that had gone a lot better than he thought it would.

"If you're looking for a fight, look somewhere else because I ain't doing it. Spar with Oliver over there and train that pup to good use. You might actually do something useful FOR ONCE."

At the sound of this, the first thing to cross his mind was, I can't lose. There was no way he was loosing a simple training ecersize in front of Hova, no now. He didn't want want her to think he was weak, and quite frankly, he didn't want to turn her away.


"Wooooahhh,"

Oliver looked down at the pup behind his leg, flashing a rare, but amused smile. "Don't get any ideas, talking like that around here is a one-way pass to your death bed."

"New meat, Oliver?"

Oliver took an instinctive step forward, throwing his head in a curt 'back off' motion. "Screw off, Lilith." He muttered, his voice tinged with a growl. Ok, maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as it had just seemed.

(OOC: Hope so Blade)

Lilith listened to the male and nodded. She grinned when he told her to not get hurt. "That'll be easier said than done ya know," she replied softly. When she saw his face she turned serious. "Alright, I'll lay low for a bit." She didn't really smile and replaced it with a frown. She'd agreed. If this plan was going to allow her to sink her teeth in the mutt Cerberus she would follow through with it. She lowered her head and slunk low to the ground. She crawled on her belly next to Kriff as he walked away from the pack. She saw him lash his claws at the pup and glanced at her. She gave her a smile turned snarl, showing off her full array of teeth. She looked hesitantly at Cerberus and slipped silently away with Kriff. She nipped him gently in the ear when they were a good way away from the pack then raised herself up and trotted away towards the cliffs.

(Are we gonna get more involved with the Society soon?)

(Hopefully. With all these pack-to-pack relations I'm surprised we haven't had more interaction.)

Oliver caught Liliths flash of teeth and bared his own. Truth be told, as much as he disliked Cerberus, he was part of the reason that Hova was still breathing, no exceptions. A quick twitch of his paw betrayed his nervousness. How was he supposed to do this, keep this pup alive in an environment like this? The brute stood and took a step back, falling into the shadows of a nearby cliff face.

"A-are there any more pups here?"

"No, your the only one." Oliver said quietly, his voice containing just the slightest of shakiness. How? I couldn't keep four alive.. not even four..

"So what's everyone's names?"

Shaking his head to clear it, he answered. "Vincent, Cerberus, Sharon, Lilith, Kriff, and Kivuli. There may be a few more, but their names don't matter." Oliver said, taking a shaky breath. "But listen to me, Hova. Every wolf in this pack has something to hide. Trust no one, and forget about friends. These wolves'll stab you in the back the second you turn around. I know we've only known each other for a few moments, but your all I have and I want the best for you. Head my words, Hova. I wouldn't lie to you."