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His blue eyes scanned each wolf, checking their reactions. He observed as the strange wolf-fish that couldn't even breathe underwater talk to the Beta. He smirked, knowing her question, but unfortunately, even Memphis himself had to no definite reward. It varied depending on the wolf he saw fit to grant it.
Unfortunately, try as he might, Memphis didn't see Tic plop down next to him. His lips nearly, very nearly, curled in distaste, but he managed to stop himself. As best as he could, he mumbled, "Hello Tic," as a response to Tic's greeting. His ears flicked, listening to the birdwolf's words, a snarl rumbling deep and heavy at the lick. He enjoyed the company of females, not lunatic and mutated males. At the end, his eyes widened. This was unexpected to say the least. It was time to move and attack, and this wolf suggested that Memphis become closer to one of his Betas? He scoffed. She was beautiful in that lethal and odd way that blood on a gleaming dagger or poison in wine, but he would never consider taking her as an Alphess.
Perhaps, he thought, he would someday. After all, she is useful in keeping them in check. Now, the only problem is keeping her in check as well.
"It's unfortunate to find that you do not find me as a companion. Alas, I do not think that poor Seraphina would like that anyway. I am, after all, quite a pawful," he said, bumping into Tic with his shoulder. Might as well entertain him, thinking it best to keep the wolf as sane as possible. His ears perked up at the words coming from said female.
"When do you suggest we make our move?"
His response was immediate. "As soon as possible. If we allow them too much time, then I'm afraid our chances of success are dwindled down to nearly impossible. They would have grouped and surely come up with a strategy. I was roaming the lands, and I caught the scent of at least twenty. I recognized two as Direwolves, my kin." Neon blue paws hopped down the rocks, and he sat down in front of his female Beta. Even sitting and she standing, she only came up at his forelegs and possibly his chest. Elizabeth, the witch, had enchanted his body to match the Direwolves in speed, strength, and reaction time. However, his size was a good few ear lengths shorter than them, despite towering over his own pack members.
"Fetch Haytham and meet me at the entrance of the cave. I have need of his strategic mind. We need, at the very least, some semblance of a plan, and I think I have an idea. Make sure it is just you two," he murmured to her, careful that nobody else heard. His Betas were the only ones that had some idea of his true personality, as they themselves were indeed like him and he could trust them to an extent. He had no doubts about Seraphina, as she needed the pack, but her bloodlust and fury put him on edge. Haytham was much like him; cold, silent, and calculating. If it weren't for his brilliant ability of forming together plans and finding loopholes in his own, Memphis would have killed the wolf long ago. There was only so much that he trusted with his male Beta, and judging by the looks of the wolf, he had a master plan that used the pack as a tool.
His fur bristled at the thought. Try as he might, the black wolf couldn't deny the fact that he had respect for the other. However, respect doesn't save the dead.
"The rest of you," he said, "make any last preparations for the confrontation."
He rose to his feet and padded over to the entrance, looking at the sun. It was at that point that it wasn't nearly setting yet, but neither was it bright enough to make the sky blue. All around it was orange with hints of pink and perhaps other colors. If he had enough energy, to which he desperately hoped he did, he could provide the pack with cover to work by darkness without the moon. He has trained them to do so, but it all boils down to whether or not they remembered their training. At the very least, he can increase its size to provide more light to make it like a darkened day, if he's up to the task.
Wolves Addressed: Tic, Seraphina, pack
Wolves Mentioned: Tic, Seraphina, Haytham
Notes: I am starting to ship Memphis and Seraphina.... Why brain why?!
