Sweetclover

Deciding to have a little time to herself, Sweetclover investigated the oceanside. The tangy air intriuged her, for she really hadn't been this close to the ocean before. Moving with confidence and peeked curiousity, the hybrid moved to the edge of the lapping waters, bringing her long, white muzzle downward. Flicking out her tounge, she was delighted by the salty taste of the water, although instinct told her instantly that this was not safe to drink. Still, it was something new and interesting, and even thought she was a young adult now, exploring was one of her greatest joys.

Kong

The King Shepherd moved quietly through the woodlands, altering his coarse more to the east as he left the White River Mountain Range. Traveling the width of the Valley, he came to Orca Bay, where he had noted previously that canines were a common sight here, among other things. Before showing himself in the open, Kong held back in the evergreen foliage of some young cedar trees. Sweetclover's form stuck out like a sore thumb amonst the dark waters and black rocks, "There, that one looks promising. There are no humans, so I doubt it's a pet." He took a moment to pause as he looked to London. If he was right about London, the fighter probably didn't discriminate against what canine he fought against. This could lead him into trouble. "Now that you belong to Ethan, you must not target any pets- unless he offers them to you. When hunting on your own, only go after the wild ones. Leave humans alone as well, unless they threaten our master." He had known a few, especially Tommy, who wouldn't hesitate to attack the two-leggers.

London Calling

A soft growl escaped his maw as he silently tracked the males movements. The wintery wind coming off the ocean. The salt tingled lightly in his nasal passages. The soft water lapped at the shore. He watched the young fae, his ears pricked a little, honing in on her. He disregarded his words, listening, yet focusing on the task at hand. You up for chase he said in his chilling voice.

Kong

Offering a side glance to his hunting companion, Kong gave a shallow nod, "Lets do this." Then he was off, exploding from the set of little conifer trees where he had taken up hiding in. With gravity on his side, Kong propelled his large from down the rocky slope towards Sweetclover. Faster and faster he went, his breed's long legs allowing him to cover much ground in little time.

For as sudden and swiftly he took from the brush, Kong knew it was still a good distance to reach the hybrid, and she surely would hear their approach. A chase it would be, indeed. But one he was sure they'd win.

Sweetclover & Phelan

Her fascination for the ocean dissolved away as she heard the rapid approach of paws up the beach. Her dial shot up and her eyes landed on the giant canine barrelling down the rocks towards her. Her hackles went up and her tail rose partially into the fighting position. Fangs were bared and her ears went back as her body lowered defensively. "Stop, or I'll attack!" She snarled out, poised to assail her assailant if he continued towards her.

Much further down the beach, Phelan was making his way along the shore, tracking his sister's scent. With the hunt at the Eskers ending in failure, he decided to trail Sweetclover, rather than chance a run-in with his father or brothers back at the terra. That's when he saw Kong emerge from the brush, and saw a flicker of movement that identified a second attacker as well. Petrified, he found himself frozen and unable to move.

Faute*Sang

Unlike his brother, Phelan, Faute was all to eager to attack. He was angry, filled with rage at his mothers rape and his fathers arrogance along with his other brother, Atticus. Seeing London the male let out a roar and charged for the large dog and leaped, heading to ram the other into the ground and away from his sister.

There was suddenly another form, this one black in color that stood next to Clover. It was her long lost sister, Sang. She hadn't been seen, or heard from in quite awhile and many had presumed that she was dead but no she was very much alive and had taken up residence here at the Bay. A snarl came from deep within her as she glared at the two assailants, her eyes seeming to glow with hatred. Now, Aakas remaining children were here. All except two. The dead Laporta, and the arrogant Atticus.

Taiser

Another joined the group, though he was a sibling of the four. Rather, he was an unrelated pack member who had a lot of work to do in order to get his respect up amonst the others. Long, lean limbs carried Taiser swiftly as he caught sight of the group and their aggressors. He had been following the scent of Sweetclover, in hopes of getting to know her better, when... well, when this happened.

Hackles up and main bristled, he stalked near the silbings, his fangs bared at Kong and London. He was ready to tear into the big brute, but didn't want to get in the way of Faute, who's attitude he had studied earlier. While he stood their, he saw Sang for the first time, though scent told him who this mystery fae was.

London Calling

He followed the large King hound, Kong. His lips snarled away from his huge, powerful jaws, with their rows of razors, white. His legs were a little thicker Kong's, yet he kept the pace easily. He heard her snarl, those petty words. Sure you will hunny... He snapped as they drew closer. His sharp ears herd the brute coming, and side stepped quickly, snapping as he guessed would rushed pass. Now there was three snarling dogs, the bitch, and another dog frozen to the spot. He raised himself up to his full height, his hackles raised, he let his anger puff his fur up, his already giant frame now looked a third bigger. He looked over at Kong, hoping he would allow them all to fight.

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He had been outnumbered once, and it nearly cost him his life. For this, he hesitated at the arrival of so many other canines. But, this time he was not alone- London was here. "Lets teach them a lesson." He growled with sinister delight, catching London's look. Sizing up his adversary, Kong knew he had size and strength over all of them, and hoped it would be enough to outweigh their numbers. Making a decision, the brute targeted Taiser first, lunging at the wolf with his head low and jaws gaping open. He snapped his devilish ivories for a foreleg...

Sang

As Kong leaped for Taiser, the black sister lunged for him. Her fangs went seeking a front limb as she dove under his body to do so, being aided in his massive height and her small one. It would be difficult to reach her now, for this she was greatful. "You go ahead and teach us a lesson." she said in a dark tone.

Kong

Spotting the smaller canind coming his way, Kong swung around to meet her. But he was a touch to late, and she got a hold of his front leg. Snarling sharply, he jerked his limb back, trying to pull out of her grasp before she could do a lot of damage. At the same time, he struck for her side, head low in an attempt to reach her. This was one of the greatest dissadvantages of his massive size.

Taiser

He came forward the minute Kong rushed him, figuring this wasn't going to be pleasant by any means. However, Sang saved him a great deal of pain by distracting the brute before they reached each other. Spotting his opportunity. Taiser came in hard and fast, fangs aimed for the side of the beast's neck as he turned to hit Sang...

London Calling

With his huge pistons he was at his new pack member's side, and in another leap he hoped to be on Taiser, his head low, jaws cracking in a ripping motion, trying to tear his foe's head and neck up.

Taiser

At first, he was preoccupied with Kong, ready to defend his pack and make up for his long and unannounced absence. Seeing London a second too late, Taiser could dodger away in time to save himself from injury. The fighter caught the side of his head, ripping a long gash in his flesh. Yelping, Taiser instantly turned his fangs on the agressor. Rearing up slightly, he attempted to swivel his head around and catch the side of London's neck in his jaws.

Sweetclover & Phelan

The large sister held back a moment, circling around the fighting canines as she tried to judge who'd be best to attack. Then her eyes caught sight of Phelan, a little ways off along the shore, "Phel! Head back home, alert mom and dad of our trouble!" In truth, she was sure that her siblings and Taiser could handle these hunter dogs. But she knew Phelan wasn't a fighter, so she gave him an excuse to flee for safety.

Phelan didn't need to be ordered twice. Saving a scrap of respect by running for help, the dark-phased hybrid turned tail and ran for the Silver Glades.

As her brother was drawing out of sight, Sweetclover turned to battle. Seceretly, she had taken a liking to Taiser, although she didn't know much about him. He was a hansome wolf... what was she thinking! There was a fight to be had! Adding a ferocious snarl to the melee of battle noises, the sister flung herself at London Calling. Instead of going for the throat, she went for his lower side, past the protection of the ribs.

Sweetclover

Before she ever reached her target, Sweetclover pulled back, her ears quivering as she picked up on a distant sound. Gunfire! And it sounded close enough to be from home. "Faute, there are hunters! Taiser, come on!" There was no time to stay and fight, and frankly, she didn't care of these two hunters trailed her or not. Side-springing, the female bounded away from the hunters and whirled around, rushing for the Silver Glades.

Faute * Sang

She tried to latch onto Kong, but the large male found his mark and she felt a searing hot pain for a moment before tearing away from him. Unlike the others, she couldn't go home. "You guys run! I'll distract them!" She leapt away from underneath Kong and said darkly "Up for a game of tag, boys?" She was actually quite beautiful, with her black pelt and mothers yellow eyes. But like the two males, she was full of hatred for that of herself. Thats right, she hated herself. The black female turned and took off as fast as she could, trying to distract the two males.

Faute snarled as he was hurled to the ground and was about to attack again when he to heard the gunshots. Turning towards them, he followed suit with Clover and headed back to the packlands.

London Calling

The fighter stepped away as the hybrid tried to get his neck. The teeth ran past their target, and over his ear and grated in around over his right eye and scraped down to his throat, not deep, but enough to scar.

He watched the retreat curouisly, cowards leaving a fight! He looked at the female seeing the beauty, behind the hatred. He looked to kong for guidence, eying up the female, but she wouldn't get out that way.