[center][h2]Kinow[/h2]
[@Polaris North][@Nikki Moonlight][@oWhiteDiamondo][/center]
[i]Homicide[/i]. Of course. Because why not.

Kinow scratched at the hard ground, scarlet pelt bristling as the revelation of the wolf's past was revealed. The danger he sensed earlier flared up from deep within as a quiet panic over the previous events seized his body. He had met with a killer. A dangerous and trained killer, at that. A murderer who's size and strengthen was mo doubt double than that of Kinow's.

And she had licked him. 

He lingered by the rock as Angelwing ordered, yet his mind still buzzed far away. She was an intriguing one, that Moon. There was fear for what she had done, but something else. Maybe a morbid curiosity or fascination as to who she was. He would keep an eye out for her, of course. But not before confronting her on a few things. He blinked hard to bring his attention back to the leader, padding a few steps forward and nodding respectfully at him.
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[center][h2]Rymen[/h2]
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So that's why it seemed familiar.

Rymen frowned as he stared up at Angelwing. He had been barely an apprentice then, the pack a still foreign concept to his childhood in the river den. The flood had numbed most of those memories from his mind, but there was one that stood out against the fog of the past. A large black wolf, the scent of blood, the howls of accusers. Patchworks of mindful recountings, interrupted by the gentle nudging of a queen back to the nursing den. No place for a pup, she had said.

Shaking the memories from his mind, Rymen kept his composure throughout Angelwing's warning. If this wolf was truly as dangerous as she was made out to be, Rymen would not hesitate to track her down and run her out of the territory himself. But orders were orders, though the fate of the pack rested heavily on the wolf's mind. He turned to Angelwing, sitting up attentively and ready for any command.