The Old Arden Tree

Sitting down, he hoped the wind will carry his scent elsewhere. Meeting any members of the pack right now probably isn't smart, since he can be attacked.
But Hassun waited to see if anybody came along, just in case it was someone welcoming.

He stood, realizing its Pure.
“First of all, I’m not back. I’m visiting for a while. But I’m sure you would want me to stay and be a member of this pack.” Hassun had the same amount of sarcasm in his voice, flicking his tail sharply.

"I could really care less. I never acually trusted you." I said very monotonely.

With a quick, step forward, Hassun's lips twitch.
"What have I ever done to you?" He said in a challenging tone, but then glanced down and stepped back, remembering his rightful position on this land.
Letting out a short growl, he turned and ran into the woods.

"Hm. He stole my meat, that's what." I close my eyes.

Wandering back in the lines of the territory, Hassun sniffed the rocks by his paws, catching the scent of another wolf.
" Scy? " He said aloud, lifting his head to glance around for the yearling.

Hassun looked down and wagged his tail lightly, but pulled his ears back at the word " stayed "
" Its good to see you, Scy. "

I stretched out my legs, my mouth opening in a wide yawn as my eyes went over the land. Smells like a pack here, I thought to myself. My bushy tail curled over my pack as I padded down the territory, then I remembered that, this was in fact a pack, and quickly dropped my tail.

Head lifted and ears perked, he ran after Scy and stopped in front of her to face the newcomer, keeping Scy behind him.
Even if this wasn't his pack, he couldn't help but act like a member at this time.
" Who are you? " He demanded, flicking his tail to the side.

I perched on a small log and lowered my head curiously. "I am Kyana," I responded quietly, my eyes fixed on the wolves.

Hassun eyed Pure for a moment, hackles raised, then turned to Kyana.
" Hello. " Was all he could say before stepping back until he was a healthy distance away.

"Filthy theives die a dirty death." I said with a smirk, my eyes closed as I said it.

I smiled slightly, my tail wagging gently, "Hello Scy!"

Turning around, He lunged at Pure, but missed him on purpose and landed in front of him.
" Is that it? Why you hate me so much? Because of that?" He snarled, lashing his tail madly.

I recoiled from the two fighting males, my ears flattened in confusion.

"You are a filthy pathetic rat, you don't work for your own meals. You should have to die a paindul, dirty, gorey death. Now I'll be off to find some food for myself..." I look to find myself a kill. I soon spot a deer, I lundge at it and bite into its throat. I allow its blood to flow. I pulls the young deer to its death. It sufforcates. I drag its corpse.

I froze as I struggled between interfering and hanging back. Soon I found myself standing beside the black wolf (Hassun), "Are you ok?" I asked.