Rain poured down onto the earth, flooding the lands with tears of some hidden pain. Rivere had been there merely 5 minutes and his pelt was soaked. He began to shake out his colorful pelt, realized it was no use, and decided against it. The male's eyes were narrowed his evergreen orbs were dark. He had one thing in mind. The battle up ahead. The rain wasn't ceasing anytime soon and the ground below him was muddy. His large paws were already darkening along with the muddy earth. His long, sharp claws glinted against the dark floor. He wasn't here to steal the pack's lands, he merely wanted to lead the pack. If the male simply gave in, Rivere would allow him to stay in the pack. If he tried to fight and lost, Rivere would banish him. He actually did not know who the Alpha was at this time. He just knew he wanted to be it. The large, muscled brute began pacing back and forth. He rested his weight on his haunches. When the Alpha would come, he would be ready.
February 1st 2012, 10:34 pm