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Despite what he thought—

The storm remained.

Hovering, just on the precipice of the known world.

Unmoving.

Silent, and seemingly watching.

Forever just out of reach.

His ear twitched.

He paced.

“Spooky.” He said, into the woods.

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Celnes had not paid attention to the storm ; and remained blissfully unaware what was happening in the distance. Her focus was all over, the worry where her children went ; the fear of what her growing belly meant, and the factor she was still healing from the cougar attack. Deep cuts ran from her behind as the cat attempted to drag her down, and only now started to heal. She was promised no scars would remain, but the Queen could only grimace at the look of them ; and fear her looks were tarnished.

But she wasn't so out of it not to realize what was happening with her territories. She could smell the tresspassers, who wistfully continued to remain in the forest. Days in and out, and yet the guards, @Remus, @Nikitas and @Niklaus have done nothing about it. It wasn't a surprise she was displeased, and moved from her own healing quarters to deal with the situation. Though an obvious.. Look was becoming to her, Celnes was wholefully denying it could happen. She was not pregnant, and she would not be for a long time. She could only imagine the horror it would be if her children came back and witnessed the birth of siblings. The disgusted look of from others on harboring another.. Bastard litter.

She could only pray it was not true ; or something were to happen. She treated her body not with the care that was needed, and seemed awfully.. Skinny.

There was a scowl upon her face, as she prowled through the forest to confront these wanderers. Many tend to pass by the woodlands, and yet non truly stayed — not with a pack next door to it. They were either bold, or foolish she so thought, and was fully prepared to meet them and if need to be, call for back-up. For the moment the Queen's inner turmoils were in such a disarray, that even her fake persona of a warming and caring wolf seemed to be slipping within this moment.

With cold eyes did she approach, hearing the words of another. Stalking through, and confronting as Celnes emerged from the shadows and — "you are in Elkshire's Claim," said she.

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 His head popped from around a tree trunk when he heard the nickname given to him by the Grumpy wolf. A blank expression on his face, curious as to what the hell he wanted this time.
 Then that scent, that one he had been avoiding all this time. That he had been bathing routinely and rolling in mud to remain hidden from, came on approach faster than ever.

 A brown she-wolf, emerging from the trees with a vengeance startled the tall one. Their long spindly legs off balance as he corrected his posture on the defence.
 Her orange eyes were filled with a faint rage and Mylo took that as his que to probably leave. The owl faced male looked to Grumpy, hoping to catch their red gaze. He nudged his head to the side a bit, trying to give him the hint to leave.
 Mylo knew he could get out of their faster than most wolves would expect, their long ass legs making them an excellent sprinter when a fire was lit under him. Yet he remained, a bit of care for the comparatively shorter male, who, despite being a general asshole, had remained to be quite nice to him over the last few days. Which was strange in and of itself but, appreciated.
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And just a few seconds too late—

Spooky appeared.

Skittering in from the woods on stilted legs, awkward and dumb.

But not before someone else could make themselves known.

He dropped his head.

His hackles bristling.

His teeth bared.

He stepped backwards, once, twice.

Putting more space between him and the brown pregnant bitch, and closer towards Mylo.

It was a pretty shitty fucking claim, if nobody had ever been there to fucking defend it.

He growled.

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note, celnes is calling for backup but please no mauling/intense brawl and more an intimidation please! permission to call them was permitted.

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Another approached that brought an anger even more. Fur was frilled as growls continue to emerge from her so ; though looked nothing like an intimidating Alpha that was so desired — but a pitiful pregnant woman within denial. Bones and skeleton, starving herself to what she thought was over-eating and a full halt, on accepting what was to occur. Only days away, from the fate, but reckless enough to instead nest, to fight.

Yet, even if her rage was all there and desired all to do so — she still wasn't a wolf to get her hands dirty. Celnes always had others do that for her, and thus she rose her snout to the sky and let out a howl to Elkshire itself, particularly, in calling for @Niklaus @Nikitas and @Remus, announcing, an intruder has come to the forest and has threatened royalty.

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 This was escalating, and the tall lanky and unbuilt man knew it. He further stepped behind grumpy, where shrouded like a fawn scared of danger. If it weren't for his tall legs, he would mirror a pup in behavior. At this point, though, he looked like a freaky horse foal. The woman howled, sending a shiver down Mylo's spine, and while she alone wouldn't put up too much of a fight, evident by her protruding pregnant belly and her scrawny waste, - those she howled for definitely would. He knew this, and felt the impending doom as he howl echoed through the wood.
 "L- Let's just go, Grumpy" Mylo spoke, in a near whisper, stumbling over his words. Sure he would miss his berry and mushroom stash but, it was nothing compared to not getting mauled to death by a whole pack of wolves.
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Fucking typical.

Another spineless fucking coward, incapable of handling the very same shit she had fucking started, unprompted.

He watched, listened, as she howled for help.

Heard, Spooky’s wavering voice from directly behind him.

And she was nothing but an ugly fucking cow, fat and pregnant, stilted on bony legs. Calling for shitty help from her shitty fucking pack that couldn’t even keep their own so-called fucking borders marked.

“Coward.” He spat. Growled. His ears pinned back. Already turning.

“Let’s go, idiot.” He barked.

It wasn’t fucking worth it.

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Exit unless stopped.

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Her call resounded and she so waited — though patience had its issue when the Queen faced two males, one porportionly taller and the other.. Seemed as like a madman, a berserker of the making that she knew would be a trouble altogether. Her paws stretched, as the year went by and so did her precision as a fighter ; though even it surprised her. Someone who had to hear border calls and respond to them often, she would learn a trick or two from occasional spats and rogues.

But she was.. So tired.

It was fortunate they decided to turn away, even before the reinforcements arrived. Though she watched.. Waited, to see if they officially would go or just was a bluff. She was cautious and careful ; and overall an angry woman who didn't have time to risk much. Low growls emerged, a still threat until they completely ducked away.

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Arriving on the seen it looked like the intruders where already leaving. Moving from the brush he placed himself between the madqueen and the unknown intruders.  He could care less who they where, he just had a job to do.  

Remus said nothing, just watching to see of they would continue to leave.
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