04-26-2018, 11:08 PM
It would be a stretch to say Beck had a sixth sense that set off an alarm in his head when a single paw stepped even an inch over their border; it was more realistic to assume that the poltergeist obsessively stalked throughout the territory's edges, sniffing out unfamiliar creatures, hunting them down, and subtly herding them into one of his traps with intentional wig snaps and other subliminal warnings. The same method used to track Lunafreya, and eventually bash her senseless with a rock. Starrynight was clueless about hiding his trail -- mainly because the cat was practically a beacon from miles away through the dense undergrowth. Not to mention, limping never did help someone's stealth. Yet the other leader wasn't the only one limping. Beck himself had resorted to hobbling around, poorly-bandaged paw tucked up against his chest and stained with black blood. His harmful fun had turned quite sour when Morgan got the bright idea to impale his wrist with ice, of all things. A meeker, sensible part of him accepted the consequence, but the other parts watched the samoyed much more closely now with narrowed eyes and a restrained sneer. His gait hampered by his inability to put weight on a repairing limb, Beck was slow in his pursuit, but steady nonetheless.
Despite Fenrisulfr dwarfing him like an elephant to a mouse, he still skulked from the bracken with whatever dignity he had left -- if he even had any in the first place -- and a malice-filled giggle at Starry's shredded ankle. Grimy chin tilted upwards to glare Starry in the eyes, scarred lips curled to offer a snarling grin and to bare his sharkish teeth. Threatening mannerisms were probably lost on the otherworldly feline, so he would have to resort back to more sophisticated techniques to get it through his head that he wasn't welcomed. "What d'ya freaks want now?" The mangy feline spat in contempt, hooked claws kneading the damp earth in anxiety. First the girl, then that one prick, and now the dullest knife in the drawer. Lantern-like eyes glanced back up at Fenrisulfr, his muddied hackles twitching as he considered the possibility of assassination and where to hide a body, never once considering that the entire affair was his fault.
[align=center]»――➤Despite Fenrisulfr dwarfing him like an elephant to a mouse, he still skulked from the bracken with whatever dignity he had left -- if he even had any in the first place -- and a malice-filled giggle at Starry's shredded ankle. Grimy chin tilted upwards to glare Starry in the eyes, scarred lips curled to offer a snarling grin and to bare his sharkish teeth. Threatening mannerisms were probably lost on the otherworldly feline, so he would have to resort back to more sophisticated techniques to get it through his head that he wasn't welcomed. "What d'ya freaks want now?" The mangy feline spat in contempt, hooked claws kneading the damp earth in anxiety. First the girl, then that one prick, and now the dullest knife in the drawer. Lantern-like eyes glanced back up at Fenrisulfr, his muddied hackles twitching as he considered the possibility of assassination and where to hide a body, never once considering that the entire affair was his fault.