Private Roleplay Golden girl, broken boy, Tell me what it's like to conquer

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Tikho had ventured off from Jakten a little over a week ago to explore and to get some freedom. As the whelps still relied on Nyra to survive, she wasn't needed for now. She had seen an island, a volcano, off the shore when she first arrived and was now very curious, having arrived just yesterday and being nosy exploring.

Her spotted pelt was damp around her paws from a small stream she'd found, leaving wet prints in the dirt. Her nostrils flared, sniffing the air. A group definitely lived here, but she couldn't pick out just one scent, most of them besides two? three? smelled the same, maybe a family... Maybe just a bunch of loners? Who knew?

Carefully, she started walking further in, letting out a bark, letting it ring out and fade before barking again. She had little care; there weren't heavy border posts, so for now, she was just very curious and being very, very nosy. She'd smelled two sets of scents almost entangled with each other. Very often, seeming to never be far apart, but still young.

Vasili's pelt prickled, unnerved and intrigued alike. Why, all of a sudden, was the island prompting interest? Was it the bite of the cold off the island, people drawn in by the promise of warmth? Were they simply as impressed as he'd been with it all of a sudden? Had nobody noticed it till now? Perhaps he aught to pick up border patrols; he knew they needed more scents layering over each other rather than more of one mans piss, but, well... what else could he do? It was a matter of waiting till the whelps were old enough to be able to throw their weight in, and perhaps if he was lucky, recruiting a loner or two.

When a pair of barks rang into the air, Vasi couldn't help but be surprised. Who fucking announced they were waltzing around someone else's home? He couldn't tell if it was supposed to be a show of manners or a 'go fuck yourself', but he took it as the latter. Who acknowledged this as a place pups were being raised and did whatever they wanted anyway? Sure, some part of him wanted to be glad they were taking a 'hey, I'm here' route, but not with his young on the island, learning independence.

But, as he loped after the scent trail at an angry pace, he realized that while he didn't recognize who it was directly... they carried the heavy smell of Nyra with them. He would stay his teeth, then, at least long enough to let the interloper explain themselves.

A pale coat bobbed ahead of him, and Vasili loosed a sharp bark, tail flagged over his hips but ears pressed forward.

Hey, he called ahead, yelling across the distance, uncaring -- let the Dragons fall upon them, Where's Nyra?

If she didn't know the warqueen, she might not like what she found here.