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(Uluryayugtua means 'I am Cautious' in the Alutiiq tongue)


Covered with Grizzly Bears, Coyotes, and Rogue Werewolves this is not a safe place to be.

Adrien walked through the forest crouching low in his wolf form. He felt hungry for blood but he was not going to start hunting for mortals until nightfall. Tonight was a Waxing Gibbous which meant little cover, but that only made the chase even more fun watching the look in his prey's eyes as they looked upon the face of death. He was hungry for flesh and he wanted it now, but currently a meaty sitka deer would have to do for now. It was completely oblivious to the surrounding danger as the Alpha slumped low to the ground with a low growl to get the creatures attention right before a blur of black fur seemed to pounce upon the poor animal as in seconds a completely torn rib cage and a half eaten neck was all that remained. Blood dripped from Adrien's mouth as he licked his lips satisfied with the kill as he left the rest to the coyotes and foxes. He moved about back to the stump that held his clothes. He shifted and pulled the ripped khaki shorts on. Blood still dripped from his mouth and where raw meat would normal hurt a mortal or a Werewolf in human form his body had grown accustom to nothing but raw meats.

Luka's paws padded across the cold dirt floor as he fled the town knowing that Pen was probably still following him. He chuckled to himself as he pressed on leaving as little tracks as possible which of course wasn't easy since he was in wolf form. It was in that moment that he regretted messing with Pen, he knew she had a shorter temper than most werewolves, but then again that's what made the game even more fun. Once Luka could no longer hear footfalls behind him he slowed down and shifted back into his human form. Since he was always out in the forest hunting he had spare clothes hidden all over. Knowing exactly where he was he grabbed a fresh outfit out of a tree hole and slipped them on. He took a deep breath in to appreciate the moment of his victory and pulled out his hunting rifle ready to grab some fresh meat for the Russian Runaway.

Adrien turned smelling the air. It wasn't someone of the Grayridge pack and that bothered him. The only pack scents around was his own and the local pack said to be called the Pale Moon pack. He was not about to allow another pack to step on his toes when facing the wolves of Old Harbor. Adrien was claiming this territory for himself and the pathetic mortals who lived here were to die along with their wolf protectors. He smelled the air once more realizing where it was coming form. The scent was controlled so it was certainly no untamed Rogue. He turned a few corners around roots and trees and he spotted the creature changing. He smirked coldly. "Well...I didn't know another pack was getting involved here...who might you be?!" He asked with a rage building within ready to rip apart the newcomer.

Luka's muscles tensed as he sensed another wolf presence near by and then gritted his teeth when he heard him speak. He could tell that the guy was from a different pack and that made their encounter a little more dangerous. Nonetheless Luka calmed down. He was a smooth talker. A game player. If anyone could get out of a bad situation or start one it was him. From the sound of his voice Luka could tell the guy had some rage issues and that he wasn't exactly filled with class. "I'm just an ordinary citizen at the moment," He smirked, "doing a normal human activity." He couldn't help but emphasize the word human when he spoke. It made him stifle a small chuckle. He raised his rifle and gave it a quick shake to point out what he was doing. "But, I guess the real question is, who might you be? You are getting kind of close to Old Harbor, are you not?" His tone was obviously teasing.

Adrien growled low at Luka, "Don't test me and there is nothing normal and human about a man changing in the forest. Go on and speak your rank wolf before I call for my Wendigo's!" He says coldly behind gritted teeth. "I am Adrien the pack Alpha of the Grayridge Wendigo's. I am here to overrun the pleasantry of Old Harbor and take down the Alpha of the town and claim this territory as my own. I expect it safer for you to stay out of my way. I will claim this town and all who get in my way will be ripped to shreds, mortal and wolf alike." He was ready to jump and rip the guy to shreds. He was trying to hold himself back as he had frequently been advised by his Beta that he needs to watch his temper and think things through before taking action or else it could lead to downfall.

(Sorry for my absense, I've been having muscle pains in my wrist so I've only been getting on to check my notifications for the past few days.)

"Pssh," Luka tossed his hand like it was no big deal, "people have seen stranger things." He lifted his gun and made a soft bang sound pretending to hit a target off in the distance. "My rank is no concern of yours, and in case I'm not mistaken you have no power over me," He chuckled and checked to see if his ammo was fully stocked. He was a little bored with the conversation to say the least. It was typical for an 'alpha' to try and show off his strength or authoritative voice. Not that he didn't respect it, he just didn't care for it. Wars and fights no matter what they are about just aren't his thing. Let others fight the war, he'll keep their bellies full and satisfied.

"How original," Luka yawned, "I've seen many packs try to take a stab at my alpha, none have been successful. Though I suppose you believe you will, like all the rest have. Go ahead, test your luck. I'm happy to watch another pack try to takeover our lands all because their alpha is power hungry." He leaned against a tree and sighed, "No offense dude, but I think you could use some trickery in your plan." He gestures around them, "Running around the borders of our territory is a little obvious. But hey, I'm not the boss of your......." He tapped his chin already forgetting what he had called his people and then snapped his fingers when it came back to him, "wendigos."

((Oh okay...I understand I am extremely sick now and I am lucky to be able to get on without feeling I will pass out.))

Adrien glares coldly, "Listen you little swine! I am the Alpha of the Grayridge pack and this is not your territory or your lands. You are as much an invader as my pack. This land only temporarily belongs to the Pale Moon pack and I will have it as my own. So warn your Alpha now that a war is coming and unless you want to be killed in the middle of it I advise you to find another territory to claim. Send word to you Alpha that this land has been claimed for war and blood will paint the streets of Old Harbor."
He looked the creature over for a moment and felt almost amused if he was going to try and shoot him. He began to wonder what was this wolf even here for. What was hsi pack here for and why was he even thinking of considering these lands his pack lands when Adrien would be the first to admit they are lands as a prize to be won in the spoils of war.

Luka supressed a smirk while the 'alpha' rambled. "Swine," he snorted, "I'll give you props for that insult," he rolled his eyes. There was nothing more annoying than the werewolf standing before him. He thought the guy might show some class, some regality, but now he saw that this old dog probably never had any. Leave it to the wendigos to actually make it look like his pack had some nobility. Though it wasn't that hard. His pack, the Glaciem Luna's, protected the humans and believed in sharing so I guess he could retract his statement.

"I have grown rather bored with your attempts to frighten me," He sighed setting his gun against his shoulder, "perhaps it is time for you to leave me to my hunting. I have some hungry wolves to feed." Then he snorted again, "but if you are to proud to leave then maybe I should just part ways with you." He starting walking away his smirk growing, "Blood must have blood, remember that wendigo. If you go searching for a prize, more likely than not you will find yourself short of people to share it with." Then he disappeared behind a barricade of trees.

Adrien was almost completely furious with the wolf. If there was another pack trying to take Old Harbor he was going to have to come up with a battle strategy to take the town and then defend it. He had to consult the other wolves of the pack immediately. Adrien turned angrily and raced off to the hold where his pack remained a secret. In the deep caverns hidden beyond any point the mortals could care to look Adrien had his pack hidden teaching them how to disguise their scent form being tracked or being caught there.