Sesh 2: Magics work thy Will. Ending 23rd Feb

Vasil shrugs appeasingly, showing his palms to the pack.

Autumn's First Hunt bares her teeth, and the wolf's body seems to expand even as it crouches. The Dominant leaps forward in a bound, its face glaring down at Taft from its gigantic shoulders. It's more obvious than ever that the leader of the Ancient Forest Warden's is a giant even amongst the Great Wolves as the entire pack stare on.

"If they run, we chase" it promises, before releasing a growl that seems to roar across the entire valley, reverberating between the trees.

Vasil, horrific memories racing through his mind. Tooth tearing through flesh, tendon, scraping on bone. Pulling, shaking. He steels himself. Pushing the memory down.

Autumn's First Hunt paces back to where it was before, obviously a little surprised at the lack of overt reaction from its growl, its pride prickled and tail pointsd backwards.

It throws its head back and howls, punctuating the explanation with almost-whispered asidesto for, the benefit of the humans."Kallbacken will not be alone." it offers to the humans, resuming its prior pacing and howling again on the far side "Kallbacken is inside our territory, none may enter it without walking through our lands"

Shadow's ears prick up, and it scents the air. "Speaking of our territory, there is good hunting nearby. Perhaps after a hunt things may seem different," it says. It stands, alert, pointing towards where the delicious scent of prey is coming from. A long dribble of drool drips from its mouth into the dust. It glances at its dominant, dropping its head slightly in deference. "The hunt calls. Surely we are all hungry? It has been long since we fed, and prey is near."

Looking somewhat confused by its packmate's remark, Autumn's First Hunt rounds on the humans in its territory, it's obviously exasperated by the discussion and slightly shocked that the humans didn't bolt after it threatened them. It bares its teeth a little, whilst composing itself for what it's going to follow up with.

Vasil clenches his jaw, "You snarl like a nursing cub! We're here to help, yet you snap and snarl. Maybe that's all you're good for, you flea ridden mutt."

Eirikr soon approaches the group, grabbing his axe.

Not even flinching at your words, the dominant spits back at you.

"This is a human conflict between humans, the Wolves need not get involved."The pack turns to look to Eirikr, three of them encircling the axe-wielding two-legs, but letting him walk forward.

Shadow looks off into the distance, sighing. "Humans have changed so much here, haven't they? In the Ancient times, when they arrived, we initially were in conflict. We thought they sought to take our territory and our prey. We won our rule over our territory and they settled into their villages, but the arrival of the humans changed the landscape which affected the shape of our packs. We spread out further. There were less young. Food moved in strange ways. Didn't that happen?"

Autumn's First Hunt cocks her head, licking the tip of her snout. "Yes, indeed. It is our history. The humans changed the forest and so we changed too."

Shadow raises its head, as close to the height of the dominant's as it dares. "Our history shows exactly why we must resist these new humans. The ancient ones did not arrive with malice in their hearts, yet they changed us. These arrive with malice, and even if we do not enter into direct conflict, they can still destroy us and our territory. You yourself have admitted it, Dominant." It tilts its head back and howls.

Looking around, Vasil's companions aren't ready to speak, his face still burning from the failure of his last speech, he steps forward.

We're all in this now. We have asked you for help, perhaps it is fair we ask you, what can we do for you?

"You can get rid of all these humans sullying my domain" the dominants roars, its voice echoing back and forth around the range, as all the pack enter into a group howl, each unique pitch adding to the cacophony.