Mission: Success

[runningwolf]

Scar hadn't the slightest idea what was going on here. To him it looked like.... well, it looked like a bunch of Assassians about to kill each other. He wanted in. He had an itch in his paws to tear up that self-ritgeous snob. What was his name? Rouge, yes, Rouge. What an ignorant wolf. He had made an enemy, and Scar was NOT the sort of wolf to make enemies with. But if the little rat wanted to get killed, he was happy to oblige. Pulling out of his thoughts, Scar returned to the matter at hand. "Ahem" he grunted, trying to make himself heard. With embarasment he realized that he was bristling. This was not the place to be assertive. Not yet, anyway.

[Ֆრøʞiɛ]

Eder turned towards the wolf, the one wolf he dared speak up for himself. Irritated with such ignorance, the huge grey wolf towered over the other one, eyes bright with anger. Eder had to admit though, this new wolf seemed worothy of a place on the Assassin ranks, he was strong, and at least assertive enough to try to get attention.

What do you want, scrap? Authority was thick in his voice, Eder would be amused if the idiot would assume he was the leader. Which would be fine with me, of course.

[runningwolf]

"SCRAP! I'll have you know that I happened to be the alpha of a very successful pack of over fifty, I-" he regained his composure, reducing his anger to a snarl and forced his hair flat. Scrap? He wasn't a mouse-length short of this wolf, and was much broader. "Would LIKE, to speak with the alpha. Watch your tounge, next time you speak to authority." he said as flatly as possible. To prove himself, he stood up straight, allowing his long, dagger-like claws unsheath. Now standing erect, he was at eye level with Eder.

[Mew;]

In her eyes;

All of a sudden I felt out of place, small and vulnerable against everyone else. 'Try and figure me out' I thought bitterly as a wolf spoke and began to circle. I sneered, gritting my teeth decisively before answering. " What do you think? " I barked, shouting nearly.

In her reality;

She managed a few steady breaths, feeling uncertain and... clammy. She was so.. Angry... hurt... Clouded with so many emotions... "Get lost will YOU?" She snapped at the intruding wolf. He certainly was no Alpha, so she needed not waste time and energy on him. He was certainly larger then her rather smaller structure, but size didn't matter. if it was a fight he wanted, he'd get it and she'd make sure of that.

[runningwolf]

Scar started to bristle at the rather rude remark, and turned to see a small she-wolf. His fur automatically lay flat; this wolf was no threat. Hoping to be more productive with her, he bowed his head. "I would like to speak with the alpha," he repeated, an assertive edge in his voice. He might be hostile by nature, but he was well-mannered. Where he came from, disrespecting she-wolves was as criminal. Reluctantly, he tucked in his claws, still on edge. Not waiting for a reply, he asked her name.