The Lycanthrope Tails. Chapter Nine.
The Lycanthrope Tails
Chapter Nine
By Roofles
If Jared had the balls too he'd had make Frostbite or Dakota, or both, help him clean up the house they had trashed. Still, the man was used to the house work as he finally went into the kitchen to clean up the mess Frostbite had made after ravaging his fridge. There was something ritualistic about it that was calming, distracting from the reality that he was in. The task of cleaning. He'd been doing it his whole life after all.
And he needed that, a good distraction, as Dakota and Frostbite had started up again in the middle of the living room no less.
"Can't believe your fat ass broke the chair." Frostbite said as if shocked by what had happened, possibly even worried for his well being, but the smile on his face told them otherwise. "Maybe, termites?" He offered an excuse as to why it had broken and just chuckled at the look Dakota gave him. "Poor little buggies. You crushed them too."
"Your fat ass needs to get off my sofa." Dakota jabbed a finger at him, still in human form. Dakota bared his fangs and was shaking a bit with rage his words breaking apart as he spoke them, still as naked as the day he was born. Frostbite didn't seem to mind, or rather even notice this however. Jared was trying not to stare.
"Isn't this the pup's sofa?" Frostbite tilted his head to look down underneath one paw, which he opened up as if he had just trapped a beetle underneath it to inspect the sofa. "I don't see your name on it."
"So help me." Dakota warned still shaking a bit.
"An you're going to do, what, exactly." Frostbite smirked now at him meeting his eyes. Frostbite was no small wolf and took up the whole of the sofa, his bad leg hanging off the end of it. He only rested back against it, turning to face Dakota and in the same motion stretching out and relaxing down to sleep for the rest of the day.
So Dakota took a step forward, about to show him what happens when someone doesn't get off his sofa or out of his spot and for some reason all Dakota wanted in that minute was to take a seat on that couch. Frostbite rose, the best he could, to the challenge. Still it looked more like Frostbite was trying to get up off a water bed as he rocked back and forth unsteadily trying to sit up without using his bad legs.
"Once I get up," the silver fur wolf grunted a bit placing a large paw on the back of the couch to push himself up.
"Not. In. The. House." Jared nearly threw one of the pots in his hand at them. He set it on the stove, planning on getting dinner started at least. Feeding the three alone would be like feeding a small army. And he wasn't sure why there were rabbits in the fridge. Still, the man sighed shaking his head as he placed the rabbits in the sink. They were still bleeding from where their neck had been snapped. "If you're going to fight. Take it outside!" He ordered, hoping neither of the two would come back after. "Fuck." He finished with, beginning to boil the pot on the stove and keeping his back to the two.
The two huffed and pouted like children, looking away from one another. Each sniffed at the air to see what Jared was making them for dinner.
Jared vanished into the small closet between the garage and kitchen that served as a pantry, returning with a large bag of potatoes. He was already skillfully peeling several after washing them off when the two started it up again.
"The hell are you even still here for." Dakota grumbled taking a seat on the foot rest and not looking at the wolf or the man in the kitchen. He was annoyed by this. All of this. Frostbite should've been left behind, leaving just him and his mate in the house. His new den. Three was a crowd after all.
"Careful. Your fat ass might break that one too." Frostbite just replied. Dakota was on his feet again in half a second, flexing his muscles, veins popping out as he clenched his hands into tight fists, knuckles going white.
"Get up and say that." Dakota threatened then barked a laugh. "Oh wait, that's right, you can't." And he eased up as he mocked the injured wolf, sneering down at him.
And now it was Frostbite's turn to snarl and, attempt, to get up to glare at him.
This continued for some time, each taking pod shots at each other, until finally Jared snapped, literally snapping the wooden spoon he had been using in his hands.
"Enough!" He shouted throwing the two pieces of the spoon in the air and spinning around on his heel, pointing a finger at the two. "Enough is enough. Out." He said the word and the two looked at him. "I said get out! Take your... your... Testosterone dripping, alpha-male pissing contest somewhere else!"
Frostbite exchanged a look with Dakota before both turning back towards him. "No." They practically said in unison.
"Uh...what?" Jared asked, jaw dropping. This was his home and apparently they were giving the shots. Jared wasn't a fighter, he was a lover. Hell he was barely that. And the other two knew he had no way to physically remove either of them even if it came down to that. Jared could bark all he wanted too, but without a bite to back it up it fell on deaf ears.
"How can I delicately put this..." Frostbite said, trying to be tactful. The silver fur wolf didn't want to just point out his place amongst them, nor just tell him that he was a scrawny weakling that didn't have anything to back up his words with.
Territory is a funny thing. One cannot be a wolf without it. Even lone wolves have their territory. And these two had lost theirs when they were run out of the North. Months of traveling without ever settling down anywhere, it wasn't a life. Finding a new one only meant they would hold onto it tooth and nail.
"No." Dakota just bluntly said.
"Idiot," Frostbite grumbling looking over at him now. "Do you have any finesse at all? Or you just a dumb blunt instrument of destruction. Waddling around like a penguin. Quack quack quack."
"Penguins don't quack." Dakota frowned at him. "Idiot." Already the two had dismissed Jared and were going back at it. At least it looked like they weren't about to rip each others throats out, so Jared called that a win and was about to go back to cooking.
"Fuck," He said looking at Dakota. This caught the wolf's attention and he looked over at the man.
"What?" Dakota asked with a blank face. A part of him wanted to strut on over, showing off and just show Jared what this body could really do. Jared didn't have that opinion in mind, nor smelled as if he were in the mood so Dakota controlled his ever raging libido.
"How long has that been bleeding." Jared asked, heading around the center counter in the middle of the kitchen and over to inspect the knife wound on Dakota side.
The wolf-man looked down at it. "Oh. I forgotten about it." Dakota just grunted, tensing as Jared inspected the wound. The man was too close and the sharp scent of him made Dakota grind his teeth, clenching his fists. His hands still shook a bit as Jared nearly pressed against him to check out the wound.
The knife had barely scrapped against the skin. Dakota, in human form, had a dark tan like a man that was always working outside in the elements. Weather beaten and worn but healthy. Not a trace of fat could be made on his body. Dakota was ripped, the only word Jared could use to describe him. And hairy. He looked like a model for some wilderness magazine. That was why it worried Jared. This wound on his side was discolored and black veins seemed to stretch outwards from it. The blood was as thick as ever but had a sickeningly green tint to it as it oozed from the cut.
Jared cleaned it up, pressing the dish rag against it. "Let me get some bandages." Jared gave his thigh a quick once over before looking away, flushing a bit. Modesty was something Jared prided himself on. Having a full grown, naked man standing in front of him wasn't something he was accustomed too. "At least your thigh is healing nicely."
"Still sore." Dakota just said looking down at the tender fleshy scar on his thigh. It looked as if someone had taken a rather large ice cream scoop and dug it into his thigh. The flesh was a far lighter color than the rest of him and it was still sunk in a bit.
"You should have said something." Jared grumbled moving to where he had left the med kit he had used on Frostbite and came back over.
The silver fur wolf watched the exchange with a rather bored expression on his face. Then he whimpered loudly and offered his paw up. "Oh, oh it hurts so much." He feigned another whine tilting his muzzle upwards. "Kiss my boo-boo and tell me it'll be all better." Frostbite couldn't even get through the whole routine before he cracked a smile and laughed. "And you call me pathetic."
Dakota didn't reply or even look at the wolf as he watched Jared tend to his side. A tight bandage that wasn't needed was applied to the wound. Dakota just watched him work without saying anything on the matter. Only then did Frostbite feel like the third wheel and the large silver fur wolf grunted as he got up.
"Going to take a breather." He muttered moving past them and limping towards the front door.
"Whoa there," Jared said finishing up quickly and nearly slapping the last medical tape on making Dakota wince. "You can't j-just go outside like that." He said walking over to the wolf who looked at him. Jared gave him space.
"I need to stretch my legs." Frostbite just replied with a deep frown. It wasn't up for debate Jared could tell.
"Fine, fine. I'll go with you then." Jared began planning on double checking dinner before getting his coat.
"I got it." Dakota said cutting Jared off. "It's the least I can do." He said with a toothy smile. It didn't fool Frostbite but gullible Jared just returned the smile.
"Ok, thanks. I'll have dinner ready when you guys get back." Jared just replied as he moved back to the kitchen. "And put your pants on!" Jared made sure to say seeing as how Dakota showed no sign of doing so. Grumbling, the wolf-man did.
"Really?" Frostbite looked up at Dakota who moved over towards him. Dakota snagged a rather large collar from the side table and a metal chain lease off the ground. Things Tess left around the whole house, used on the various strays she brought home. "Don't you dare." Frostbite narrowed his eyes at them.
"Deal with it." Dakota just returned that friendly, toothy smile and enjoyed it far too much as he wrestled with the injured wolf, wrapping the collar around his neck before leashing it and with a good kick pushed Frostbite out the front door.
"I'll kill you for this." Frostbite said as they looped around the house the second the door was closed behind them, not even heading into the street but between the houses and back towards the woods.
"I'd like to see you try." Dakota barked a laugh just dropping the leash and walking ahead of the other wolf, stuffing his large hands into the pants and pulling them down a bit more. He left the pants unbutton.
They didn't even get fifteen paces away from the house before Frostbite knocked the collar off and left them on the ground.
"Well?" Frostbite said finally only after they reached the edge of the forest. "What news?"
"News?" Dakota said as if unaware as to why Frostbite wanted to go on this walk in the first place. Dakota had been waiting for it but decided to toy with the other wolf. "Why would I know anything."
"Don't play coy with me!" Frostbite snarled spinning around to face him and trying not to show that his back leg was still injured. He was trying not to keep his weight on them. "I can smell it on you!"
"You always did have a lot of bark." Dakota lifted a lip up meeting his snarl with his own. "Always such a big talker. With no real bite."
"A bastard like you!" Frostbite began but just clenched his jaws, shaking now as he glared at the wolf. He let out a heavy breath and looked away. "Just tell me already. Who was tailing us."
"Some small wolf," Dakota shrugged honestly already forgetting the shadow's name. "Hard to track. Pale blue fur." Dakota scratched his chest a bit looking off as if trying to remember anything else about them. Then shrugged once more giving up.
"Most likely a member of the Shadow Stalkers," Frostbite muttered to himself. "What did he want?"
"Shadow stalkers?" Dakota lifted a bushy eyebrow up. "The fuck are they?"
"A clan." Frostbite frowned at Dakota's ignorance. "A wolf clan, like you are a Blood Moon. I'm a Tundra Hunter." Frostbite explained with a roll of his eyes. "You should know." And he bared his teeth. "After what you've done."
Dakota just shrugged. "I don't recall."
Then something snapped in Frostbite as he lunged at the other wolf. Dakota wasn't even prepared but the injured silver fur wolf didn't pack much of a punch with the surprise attack and Dakota had been in more than enough scuffles in his day. Rolling with the pounce, Dakota placed a foot underneath Frostbite and with a good kick sent him flying over him and painfully onto his side.
Dakota was already on his feet, looking down at the grunting Frostbite. The silver fur wolf glared up at him, panting heavily now. The very air seemed to have grown cold between them as if the temperature had plummeted.
"The Tundra Hunters," Frostbite panted still. "Was the pack you hunted down and murdered in the North. My pack. My clan. My family and friends!" He shouted now at him, snarling the whole time.
Dakota didn't even flinch, sliding his hands back into the pants he wore and looked down at the other wolf.
"And?" Dakota finally said as Frostbite's chest fell and rose heavily with his breaths. Dakota could make out the other wolf's breath in front of his muzzle.
"And?" Frostbite clenched his jaws, forcing himself back to his feet. "You... your a monster. A fucking monster!" Frostbite tried to lunge at him once more, a simple side step put Dakota out of any harms way and Frostbite stumbled past. Hitting the ground face first. Just laying there. "You killed them all. Every member of my pack..."
Dakota looked upwards, showing his neck without a care. A clear sign he was mocking the other wolf. As if to say just how little of a threat he really was to the russet red fur wolf. "I don't recall." Dakota finally said looking down once more, trying to recall. "I've killed a lot in my day. I don't remember any of them." And he just shrugged.
"You..." Frostbite eye twitched.
Dakota shrugged. "I just do as I was told." And he left it at that.
Frostbite continued to breath heavily looking at the wolf in front of him. And then his face fell as it dawned on him. His eyes grew wide and his ears fell back as it began to make sense. A tool was just a weapon, a mindless thing used to kill. It was the one using it that was to blame.
"Oh." Dakota said remembering something else. "That's right." He stuck a finger into one ear and twisted it around a bit, resting his weight on one leg. "That wolf had said to go back. They wanted me to rejoin them or something. That's why they were tailing us." Dakota flicked the fuzz from his ear and looked off to the side.
Frostbite took a moment on that. "Just... you?" He asked in a timid voice.
"Well, seeing as how I did rescue you, I guess they wanted you to return as well. Or something." And Dakota just shrugged again, losing interest. He looked back over his shoulder at the house they had come from. "Why are you still here?" Dakota asked him once more looking down at the wolf. Frostbite head was swimming as he was taking everything in.
Frostbite looked away. "I w-was just recovering!" He growled. "I'd catch up with the pack once I could. Just. Just licking my wounds is all." Frostbite stood back up, on shaking legs. The tussle between the two already long forgotten. It was such a common thing in a pack, in the wild, that the two had already put it behind them.
It was the way to talk in the wild. To express yourself or your thoughts.
"They left you, you know that." Dakota said in a dry tone still looking at the other wolf. "Left you for dead."
"The Alpha wouldn't do that." Frostbite said, as if only to himself. To try and reassure that someone, out there, was coming for him. That he wasn't alone and that he belonged somewhere. Still his doubts were already there from before when he was in the cage, and now. Now that he knew why his own pack was gone.
"He told us not too." Dakota just said without any emotion behind his words. "To leave any of the stragglers. They'd catch up with us if they could." And Dakota yawned loudly. "Go crawling back to him." He motioned with a hand, shooing him away, and turned away already planning on heading home. Dakota just wandered what was for dinner. "Roll over onto your back and beg for them to take you back. I'm sure they will." And he chuckled at the idea of such a pitiful sight.
Frostbite didn't move. Just standing there, head downcast.
"Did he," Frostbite began slowly. Dakota stopped not even looking back now. "Did he tell you to come finish me off?" And the silver fur wolf looked up at him, asking what he had feared this whole time. His eyes were wide and he was still shaking noticeably.
"No." Dakota said, not as if such orders would matter to him now. For a second Frostbite seemed hopeful by that one word, shattering all his doubts and worries. "He had forgotten about you." And then that growing pit in Frostbite's chest turned into a chasm. "I don't even think he remembered your name." Dakota mused now looking up at the sky. It was still only mid-afternoon. "The pack plans to leave by first light. Should meet up with them before then." And Dakota began heading home.
Frostbite stood there. Then he chuckled. Laughed, a hollow sound. "What's the point?" And he was shaking a bit. "What's the fucking point!" He barked at Dakota. "They left me! They left me to rot in that place! To die. To just...just..." And his head fell, soon his legs followed and the silver fur wolf just laid on the ground. "I was forsaken. My own clan butchered. And for what? Territory?" He muttered trying to make heads or tails of any of this.
Dakota took a few more steps, then sighed heavily. "Hurry up." He finally said looking back. "If you make Jared worry, I'll fucking kill you myself." And with that the wolf-man left Frostbite to sulk in his own self-pity.
Elsewhere, deep within the woods in the shadowy glen that the pack gathered in, Raith was making his return.
Taking mud and twigs the pale fur wolf had covered himself in filth. Lifting up his left front leg, his shoulder still bleeding from the wound Dakota gave him, the wolf limped into view. Slow, deliberate steps that showed just how pitiful he was.
It was one of the young, new members of the pack that saw him and alerted the others. Sylvan, the brown fur female, was the first to run over to see him. She still had moss on her paws, leafs and vines over her shoulders and mud on the end of her tail.
"Raith." She said looking him over before trying to tend to his wound.
"Where is the Alpha?" Raith asked with large, sullen eyes as if he had just been crying. Sylvan took a step back seeing his face.
In a low whisper she had to ask, "what are you planning?" Raith just whimpered though as other members came within hearing and limped past her, a sly smile pulling on his cheek. Sylvan shook her head as he moved towards the central rock the Alpha still laid abound.
The Alpha, a massive white fur wolf, looked down at him. It was impossible to read his expression as he looked the other wolf over. Seeing the pitiful state he was in.
"I did as you told me too," Raith bowed his head, nearly falling over with the action. "I went to get Dakota! To return him to the pack. He refused." One ear of the Alpha twitched at that but the great white wolf didn't move otherwise. "He tracked the hunters down, burned the whole building down!" And Raith shook his head though. "Frostbite didn't make it," he lied so easily even Raith hardly noticed he had.
The Alpha didn't even seem to notice the last thing he said as he looked over, lost in thought. "Why?" Was all he asked looking back down at him. Raith knew he was talking about Dakota now.
"I am unsure." Raith bowed his head once more in shame. "I shadowed him, followed and found he had began turning others." It was at that, that the Alpha rose to his feet.
"What?" And he glared down at the smaller wolf. Raith flinched and laid down on his belly.
"Not yet! Alpha, not yet. He is recruiting humans though," Raith chose his words carefully knowing the weight they held. "Only one so far, I'm sure there are others though." And he gave a large swallow, shaking more. "I-I think he dares to start his own pack."
And that hit home.
The Alpha lip quivered as his nails dug into the rock he stood on.
"He dare challenge me?" The Alpha spat, trying to control his own anger now. "To defy my orders? My will!"
"I believe so, Alpha." Raith kept his head down, not even looking up at the wolf. The shadow might've over played his hand here and would have to adjust accordingly. "He dare not risk it, yet. Even the Red Fang knows to keep hidden from humans."
"To take out the hunters, then to turn on his own pack." Sylvan spoke walking forward.
"Arrogant fool." The Alpha spoke now looking over the whole pack. "We can not allow for such a betrayal."
"Funny," Raith spoke in no more than a whisper, a smile curling on his lips. "In this situation you'd send the Fang to deal with them." The Alpha glared down coldly at him. "Like the Tundra Hunters from before? They dare bare their fangs at you, so you used your own Fang." And Raith tried to keep his own tail from wagging as the Alpha shook once more with pure rage. "What would you have us do now, great one?" And Raith did look up to meet his eyes.
"He is only one stray wolf." The Alpha just said coldly. "We gather, by nightfall we move." Was all he ordered, turning around and heading down the rock he had used as a throne.
"Fool," Sylvan growled as Raith slinked away to the corner of the glen. "What do you plan to do now? This is madness!"
"Relax, dear sister." Raith said softly trying to lick at his wound. Sylvan rolled her eyes, nudged his muzzle aside and began doing it for him. "He's won't go himself. The pack will move on the Fang. The Alpha will stay behind. Just as he always does."
"Leaving him vulnerable." Sylvan said almost as if she were asking a question.
"Possibly." Raith said not revealing his own hand yet. "There can only be one Alpha."
"Do you think the Fang can be, even wants to be Alpha?" Sylvan asked.
"Dear sister," and Raith looked at her. "I wasn't talking about the Alpha." And he smiled, a grimy yellow tooth smile. "Sadly, though." And he stood back up. "I got a few more pieces to move into place before the games begins." And with that moved past Sylvan, brushing his tail on the side of his face. "Dear sister, do not move on the Fang." And he looked back at her with worry in his eyes. "Or you will die." And with that he ran off into the forest.
Even before Dakota could reach the house Frostbite had caught up to his heels. "Wait," the silver fur begged making Dakota roll his eyes, shoulders slacking.
"What?" Dakota growled in annoyance.
"The one who followed you must've been Raith." Frostbite began taking a step closer.
"You're point being, what? Exactly." Dakota muttered closing his eyes and trying to stop the headache Frostbite was giving him.
"He'll know where we are. He'll inform the Alpha. They'll come." Frostbite warned.
Dakota didn't reply, just frowned already knowing this. Why must, Dakota grumbled, the others keep warning him to things he already knew.
"The Shadow Stalker could slip in and..." Frostbite muttered thinking of Jared. "The pup's defenseless against one of his clan."
"I won't let that happen." Dakota clenched his fists tightly, digging his nails into his palms until blood was drawn.
"You can't watch him every second of every day." Frostbite growled.
"And what would you have me do, then?" And Dakota turned around his eyes burning with that golden bronze tint. "Huh?" He asked again taking a step forward, making Frostbite step back. "You want me to hunt down that shadow and rip it apart? Then what? The next threat? And the next?" And for a second Frostbite thought Dakota was relishing in the very idea.
"The body won't move, without the head." Frostbite said in a low voice.
"Are you telling me to kill the Alpha?" Dakota frowned now. Then chuckled. "Your precious Alpha? You were fawning over him only moments ago? Always talking so highly of him. Telling the Alpha to kick me out of the pack?" And Frostbite looked away. "I hear the whispers of the others, in that pack." And Dakota spat to the side. "I was never a member. I was just... nothing, to them." And Dakota just stared at the back of the house still a ways away. "Not anymore." He finished with. "Not anymore." And he left the other wolf behind, not caring if he followed or not.
Even before either of the two could reach the back fence of the house a car pulled up in front. The two moved behind the fence, hidden from view, as Tess got out of the car and headed for the front door.
"Who?" Frostbite asked.
"She's the other one who hit me." Dakota mumbled. Frostbite looked up at him but Dakota didn't explain.
Frostbite sniffed in the air her scent was coming from. "His sister? Things keep getting more and more complicated." He grumbled. Ducking around the corner, the wolf looked out to see Jared greet his sister with open arms. Tess began hitting him on the arm, getting on her brother about not calling her and leaving her alone. "Defiantly his sister." Frostbite muttered with a frown. "What do you plan on doing?" He looked over.
Frostbite nearly yelped as Dakota had moved past nearly walking into view before Frostbite had to use his whole body to block his path. He pushed Dakota back. "Idiot!" He snarled.
Dakota looked down at him, giving him a three second warning to move out of his way.
"You can't just show yourself!" Frostbite tried to explain. "It's one thing with the pup," and he nudged his head to the side at Tess who had gone inside. "If she finds out about us, things are going to be bad. Real bad."
"And what?" Dakota raised an eyebrow. "Will the Alpha be mad?" Frostbite kept his black lips shut at that. "Or maybe hunters will show up? Oh wait they already did. And he already is." Dakota just said and with a hand shoved Frostbite aside. "No one will get in the way from me seeing my mate."
Frostbite grabbing his pants with his teeth and pulled back, ripping the pants. "Idiot," the wolf said spitting the fabric out of his muzzle. "Do you even care for him?"
Dakota did stop at that.
"You can't...can't just do whatever you want!" Frostbite was still panting a bit. "For his sake, just relax. Calm down. We'll figure something out." The two moved back behind the fence. "You can't just.." Frostbite grumbled looking him over. "Look at you! Humans don't do that.
"If I get some more cloths on," Dakota looked himself over not seeing the problem. His wound was bleeding a bit again from their fight.
"That's a start." Frostbite shook his head, sighing. He couldn't believe how stupid the Red Fang could be. "I don't even know why your so... invested in a human anyways."
"And why are you still here?" Dakota asked with a smirk.
Frostbite took a moment, looking away. "I don't got a pack to go back too, is all." He muttered. "And dinner will be ready soon."
The two's ears perked up and they turned in unison over towards the other wolf heading their way.
"Speaking of complications..." Dakota grumbled as Raith ran over to join them, not even limping as he stopped several feet in front of them. "The fuck do you want?"
Raith looked at him. Looked him over. Took a sniff. "Red Fang," he said but he still was uncertain looking him over. "Your... human."
"Got a fucking problem with that that?" Dakota asked more than happy to take on his challenge.
"Peace, friend." Raith bowed his head. "I bring news from the pack." And Raith looked over, giving a nod to Frostbite. "Brother."
Frostbite just frowned at the pack member and didn't say anything.
"They pack plans to move tonight." Raith looked at Dakota.
"I'll be ready." And Dakota cracked his knuckles. Raith shook his head though.
"Not on you, brother." Raith bowed his head some. "On your boy-toy." And he gave a wicked smile at that as he looked up.
Dakota clenched his jaw tightly, "Over my dead body."
Raith frowned as Dakota spun around and headed for the house not even caring about anything else. "He's a bit, simple minded." Raith just frowned. "I mean that was the plan. Over his dead body." And the pale fur wolf rolled his eyes, wondering if sometimes it was too easy to manipulate others. He looked over at Frostbite who was still watching him. "Surprised your still alive," and Raith sneered. "Traitor." He added.
Frostbite growled at him. "What's your game, shadow. Warning us like this?"
"Us?" Raith cut in before Frostbite could continue. "Are you really forming a pack with him." And he nudged his head after the wolf. "Or rather," and Raith teased with a smile. "That human in there?"
"Watch it." Frostbite warned, his fur bristling up and he opened his jaws showing off his teeth. Raith laughed, dancing backwards out of reach.
"Careful, brother." And he mocked saying brother. "Without me? What hope do you stray lot have?" And he smiled at that as Frostbite hackles relaxed.
"What do you mean?" He glared at the pale fur wolf. "And what do you hope to achieve from all of this?"
Raith only smiled. "Now that? Is a secret." And with one finger he shushed the silver fur wolf as there was a commotion inside, Dakota just barging in the front door. Raith frowned. "He's kind of stupid, isn't he?"
"You have no idea." Frostbite grumbled moving towards the house with Raith skipping behind.