I Live for the Hunt

Ramses had been meandering through the neutral area out of sheer boredom, reminiscing and grumbling to himself about everything that'd happened with his brother and the break up of the pack. He still didn't understand how Xyonak didn't agree with the joining fights. They could have had a powerful pack, and now look at both sides! His was weak in numbers, and Xyonak's was -- well it might have well be disbanded. At least as far as Ramses was concerned.

The thought of this made his sinew tense, and his claws dig into the ground a little, doing nothing more than ruffling a few blades of grass. Under his breath was a slight growl of disapproval, which he let out just before he glanced up at a sound he had heard. This was when he noted the alpine female canine crashing into the tree, getting up, stumbling, and falling back down. At the sight he snorted at her.

"You must be one of Xyonak's pack, you clumsy oaf. What is your name?"

He watched carefully, sinew pulled a bit tighter than it had been before at the sight of the approaching canine. His ears pulled taut against his skull as well, and his caudal appendage held elevated in a dominant fashion. He lowered his head, and all of this just in case she happened to attack. The grumbling voice he heard next, and couldn't help but curl his lips in a silent snarl, though no sound came out of his mouth. The curled lip remained for only a moment's time, and no more.

So, she was a loner and her name was Katniss. For the moment, he had forgotten he wasn't at his border, but had in fact roamed beyond it. This was reflected in his next words to the female canine, Katniss.

"Well, Katniss, if you must know, my name is Ramses. Alpha Male of the Blood Moon Pack. Why are you here?"

He hadn't realized he was acting as if she had trespassed upon his lands when, in fact, they were within neutral territory, unclaimed by any wolf. He watched as she glared at him, his claws ruffling the grass yet again in building frustration. He then got to watch as she turned and walked away, and he offered a snarl. As she lowered herself to the ground, he bounded toward her, stopping just a foot or two away and responded in a snarling tone.

"Foolish pup! Never turn your back on an enemy! How did you reach adulthood?!"

He snapped words at her, intending to offend if even slightly.

When she had said she didn't care, and for him to be with the rest of his pack, he elevated his head and snorted at her, nostrils flared. His caudal appendage remained elevated, however his sinew relaxed a little and his ears ascended. Clearly, she wasn't a fighting type or the type to be all that offended. Well, that sucked for him but oh well. He supposed he could get over it, calm himself down, and meander away.

With this thought having passed, he had moved one of his paws to do just that before he had barely heard her next words. If I shall see you when I wake, I shall fight you. With those words having been spoken, he whirled back around to face her in her very vulnerable state. With jaws agape, he launched himself forward aiming for the back of her neck. His ears had descended flat against his skull once more, and caudal appendage as tucked as it could be, though he still had to use it for balance.

He huffed as she moved quickly to the side, dodging his initial attack upon her. Smart move too, as far as he was concerned. Perhaps she wasn't the clumsy oaf he initially took her as. At least she was quick-whitted when it came to the art of battle. As she swung her paw at his face, he hadn't moved to dodge at all.

In fact, he had opened his mouth once more, aiming to catch it. If he did, he was going to give it a good jerk to the side. A broken paw or leg wouldn't kill anyone, would it? Last thing he needed was to be accused of murdering yet another wolf. He watched, mind ticking away at any possible next move she could make as he watched her half run into the tree she ran into earlier.

He snorted a muffled laugh, smelling the little bit of blood that he couldn't see on her other shoulder. His ears were still tucked against his skull, and his caudal appendage he still attempted to keep hidden, though he knew he was failing at that.