[ P ] can't be tamed

The day was tranquil, with a sky hidden by pasty gray clouds and the promise of more snow dancing on a whimsical breeze. It was pleasant as far as winter went- that is, until it wasn't.

"OI, COME ON! I'M YOUR MASTER NOW!" The scene cut to Fig poised with a crow under a porcelain paw. The bird's squawking was ear-splitting, and it flailed any parts that weren't restrained by the yearling wolf, to her annoyance. "You're tamed now, do what I say!" Her command was met with feathery resistance.

Her frustration hit its boiling point- with a snarl, she pressed down until a satisfying snap stilled the creature. It wouldn't do for a pet, but it would suffice for a meal at least. She didn't move on until every feather was plucked off and each bone was licked clean; but, even with a full belly, her annoyance clung to her like fresh horse shit.

Fig swiped her tongue across her jaws as she abandoned the scene, tasting the blood stained in her fur. She ambled aimlessly through the woods, consumed by her feelings of failure. Why wouldn't any of these dumb birds listen to her?

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Gwydion Kinnaird

Since his run in with that girl, he hadn't been feeling the best... on his way outta there he'd run into some coughing guy but he hadn't thought much of him. All he could think about was how hot he was and how much he had been coughing since being bitten. While the wound on his shoulder had begun to heal over, it still throbbed painfully now and then. What if it was infected? He hadn't gone to his parents or grandmother about it for fear they would lecture him over getting into a fight. Ha. If you could call it that. He'd turned tail and run the moment things had gotten rough and even he thought himself pathetic. Bested by a girl, of all things. Ugh...

Gwydion let out another cough and shook his head. He turned it towards the sound of someone's voice right after his fit died down and thought maybe he was hearing things. Then the voice spoke again, clearer now. Nope, definitely someone there.

He noticed her walking through the woods then, towards him, and he bristled slightly. The last person he'd faced had not been friendly at all and now he was more tense about meeting strangers... especially ones that had blood on them. "Who are you?" he asked, thinking he'd probably come into her view by now.

@Fig

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A cough alerted her to his presence before he stepped into her periphery. Fig's head swung around to pin narrow snake eyes in the direction it originated from, and though a smarter wolf might have hesitated, frustration had amplified her recklessness. She sauntered towards the sound, shouldering past low-hanging branches that shook more flakes across her smoky back, until the source was revealed. Another yearling like herself.

Immediately her guard was lowered, a haughty smirk parting Fig's crimson jaws as she ignored his question. "Aw, it's just a pup! Where's your ma, little pup?" It was not lost on her that they appeared to be the same age; Fig just wasn't interested in semantics. A pup was a pup until it wasn't a pup anymore. She watched him for a moment, taking in the way his sides seemed to heave for breath, and said, "Looks like you've caught somethin' nasty there. Don't they have some fancy clinic around here, pup?"

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Gwydion Kinnaird

"Aw, it's just a pup! Where's your ma, little pup?" she said and Gwydion immediately bristled. "I'm not a pup." he said flatly. His throat tickled again and she mentioned it and he shrugged. "I'm fine, I don't need a doctor." It was more like he was afraid to go to the doctor but that was another story. The cough that threatened him burst through and he doubled over a bit. "Ugh." he murmured before taking a few steps away from the young woman. He'd come over out of curiosity but now he was just annoyed at her calling him a pup and being sick all at once.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. "Just allergies or something." he lied. Yeah, if only. He felt like the walking death but she didn't need to know that. "Anyway, like I said before... who are you? I'm Gwydion? And what's with all the blood? Maybe you need a doctor."

@Fig

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The pup- Gwydion, he claimed- was instantly ruffled by being called a pup. Fig sympathized with that, as she'd always hated being called one herself, but his obvious ire cemented her usage of it. Being sympathetic didn't make her less of a child herself. "You look like a pup," she remarked. This boy was undoubtedly larger than her, but she could see youth in his features that she recognized in her own reflection.

Anyway, like I said before... who are you? Fig circled him like a vulture closing in on carrion, each circuit bringing her infinitesimally closer. She, again, ignored his demand for her name even after he offered his own, though it sounded more like a question itself.

And what's with all the blood? Maybe you need a doctor. Fig grinned again. She had positioned herself within pouncing distance of the boy, who had hopefully been too unsettled by her antics to notice, and her haunches were lowered, muscles taut. She could smell the sickness in him and see how he favored one shoulder. All of these factors emboldened her, a frenzied mischief igniting in her sunbright eyes. "This isn't my blood. I killed a bird that was too dumb to listen to me. Maybe you'd listen better..." As her words trailed away, Fig would propel herself at Gwydion, hoping to land her front paws squarely against his chest and shove him to the ground beneath her. If successful she would goad, "I gotcha, pup. You belong to the great and unconquerable Fig, liberator of Rionnach!"

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Gwydion Kinnaird

Gwydion scowled as she continued to call him a pup. "Well you act like a pup!" he retorted a little childishly. It was a silly retort another child might make, but whatever.

His ears twitched as she told him it wasn't her blood, but the blood of a bird she'd killed. His ears folded as her words trailed off and then she leapt at him suddenly. He yelped as her paws landed on his chest and she knocked him to the ground because he was caught off guard. With her above him she taunted him, calling out her name in the process or at least what he thought was her name. If he weren't so on edge about being bitten by the blood-soaked girl he might've thought she was funny or trying to play. But since that one girl bit him over a little flirting he was far more wary than before. He didn't like being hurt, he'd found out.

"Get offa me!" he said, throwing his paws up and pressing them against her chest to try and hoist her off of him. She was smaller than he was so it might've been easier, or so he thought, but with her whole weight above him it was quite hard. He wasn't all that strong himself.

If that would fail, he'd rear up his back feet and try to bunny kick her in the tummy to get her to back off. His ears were folded and his tail was tucked, clearly he seemed in distress. Whether she'd pick up on that or not was up to her.

@Fig

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Pup leveraged his paws against her chest in an effort to hoist her off. Fig held steady at first, but as he began to imbed his back feet in the soft, vulnerable pudge of her belly, she started to feel her hold slip. It gave him just enough edge to slither out of her grasp, only she wasn't deterred so easily. No, this pup belonged to her now and Fig would make certain he didn't escape without a fight from her.

She stumbled backward as Pup squirmed free, but with a snort that sounded more donkey-like than wolf, Fig pounced at him again. She had never been a tactical fighter, prone to just throwing her weight around, but she did notice his submissive demeanor and the way his retaliations were no more than frantic efforts to disengage. He didn't want to fight. He wanted to run like a coward, squawking like the bird right before she broke its neck. She was incensed by his overwhelming scent of fear, her crimson jaws opening wide again, though this time they sought for one of his ankles. She would latch on like a pitbull, digging her own paws into the ground to anchor herself in one place.

"I said you're mine," she growled. What didn't this blasted pup understand about that? She'd caught him fair and square! "I won't hurt ya if ya jus' calm down!"

@Gwydion

Gwydion Kinnaird

He managed to escape from her grasp only find her latched onto one of his ankles and growling that he was 'hers' and that she wouldn't hurt him if he just calmed down. However, he was in pain from her bite and there would be no calming after that. A snarl ripped through him, one louder than he actually meant, and he turned to snap at the smaller wolf viciously. He was frightened and annoyed more than anything and he just wanted to flee.

Without thinking of the pain it would put him in, he wrenched his ankle from her jaws and stumbled away.

The wound throbbed painfully but he was free and that was all he needed. "Leave me alone, you crazy thing!" he screeched before turning and running off into the forest. He had a slightly limp to his gait, given the pain he was in, but the adrenaline pushed him to run faster than he should. That was going to hurt in the morning...

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@Fig

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