Padding through the lands, to FoxPack..

A shadow shifted. No. It couldn't have. Again? No. No. This must be the loners land. As bad as the packs ground I hear. Think again. Worst. The woolf stepped out of the dark forest, the shadows sliding off him like a slime revealing his oddly handsome pelt. It was jet black. Original eh? Thats not the odd part, he was laced with frosty white stripes, but scars all down his pelt. The oddly colored loner wolf looked around, his eyes were a brilliant amber, but his eyes changed by his mood, and this meant he was cautious. 'Packs...Packs are for pups, scared to fight alone.." He smirked, and continued on, until he reached the FoxPack border. "Maybe I should give them some wounds...just to let them know Loners are boss." The arrogant wolf continued on. The coin inside him was set on heads, setting that he was normal. Lucky for you. He dashed to their forest, in a huge blur, and he entered the outside of their camp...

Leaves crunched under the steady thump of heavy paws. Twisp was out for a run just to relieve himself from all the noise that drenched Fox Pack's camp. His run slowed into a walk, nose glued to the ground as he went. An unfamiliar scent wafted into Twisp's nose, and instantly, his hackles rose and bore a threatening look upon his face. It was the scent of an intruding wolf and it was heading right towards camp! He began to track it, quickly gliding across the forest floor, careful not to alert the trespassing wolf. At last, it came into sight. Twisp debated for a minute, whether to confront it or run to run ahead and alert his pack. He decided to be the man and defy the black wolf. He ran a bit ahead of the tresspasser, skidded to a stop, and turned around quickly to face his opponent. With a menacing look and fangs bared, he questioned the loner, "Who are you and why are you on Foxpack territory?"

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The huge wolf, just raised a brow, not braking his swift stride. His spiked, blood stained pelt showed in the moonlight. "Oh! A young Wulfus come to challenge me off his land? FoxPACK?" He spat out the word 'pack' in utter disgust. "Packs are for pups, who can't take care of themselves." He mocked, his eyes turning a aqua, showing challenge, in his mood changing eyes.