Re: A perfect den « Thread Started on Jul 1, 2009, 2:56pm »
He'd caught the scent and wasn't going to waste time fooling around. Instead of stalking her to figure out her business like some alpha's would, Mercutio leapt from the bush the moment he spotted her, landing in front of her snarling angrily. His hackles raised as his head lowered, his tail high in dominance. He could smell his brother's scent wearing onto her pelt. It was fresh and light, barely noticeable to anyone who hadn't spent most of their life with him, meaning she was of his pack. Since she'd moved into a pack already, she wasn't able to become his member and he wanted nothing to do with her.
" Get the hell out of my lands, trespasser," he hissed, snarling a few feet away. Whether he was his brother or not, Benvolio wasn't like him, and wasn't his ally. Actually, he considered his pack as more of a rival than a friend. " I can smell that you're from Lighted Apocalypse, and I don't want none of your kind in my territory," he snapped, eyes traveling to her stomach. " Get out before I kill those little puppies of yours."