Urchin~ Pup ~ Lower Caverns ~ Abalone @Briar

"Okay mother..I'll wait right here." Urchin rushed quickly and huddled himself into a resting spot, large eyes never leaving his mothers sight, the campfire allowed enough light into the room for him to make out their form. He spotted his sisters shaking behind the Bracchus who was still growling at the cook. The large Bracchus finally noticed the approaching mother, his sharp gaze turning to burn into Abalone. "Truffles.. This Is the only stall that sells truffles and they have NONE! I can't just go and GET them.. THEY ARE RARE! I am the Queens Cousin! I am deserving of the best foods and the best Items within this pride. I KNOW this Kit," He spat. "Has them, I can smell them on him. GIVE THEM TO ME!" Clearly crazed the Bracchus's eyes glared upon the kit as he stepped even closer than he was before, his paws up against the stall. He menacingly turned back for a moment to glare upon Abalone. "Do not get Involved mutt."

The small cook shot a look of thanks towards Abalone, understanding clear across his expression that they had tried to help him. "Pl-please sir.. I.. I have none left..Don't take your frustrations o-out upon bystanders.." Finally having some bravery thanks to Abalones help the cook barked. "I'll call the guards If this carries on!" Unfortunately all of his confidence shattered the moment the Bracchus started to cackle. "Call the guards on me will you? I am a ROYAL! You Fool! The guards follow my every word, I'll have your stall shut down! You'll lose all of your food. Pathetic runt, all I want Is my truffles, but now I'm itching for your blood." Urchin blinked hard through the dim light to stare at the Bracchus. The argument seemingly was going nowhere, however In the corner of his eyes Urchin noticed another Bracchus stepping out of the darkness a female he recognized to be the Queen, who's expression was one of disgust and annoyance for the aggressive wolf using his royal status to bully others. She winked at Urchin, taking a seat next to him. She seemed to be waiting for something.

Can i be a Gaurdians apprentice?

(I’m just gonna kinda- pop in, I dunno where the rp is right now. Stealing the role of Hunter btw)

Alaska let out a hiss as she sniffed the air. “No prey… so scarce these days. The cooks will be angry if I don’t come back with something for them.”

Angrily, she sniffed the air again, tufty tail twitching. Her ears pricked- what was that?

”Aha…” She chuckled, stalking silently forward, following the faint scent of elk.

Her bulky form was one with the shadows. The smell became stronger and stronger as she slunk through the thick undergrowth.

Her eyes narrowed as she paused. There.

Up ahead of her, munching on some sweet grass, was an unsuspecting elk. Perfect for the cooks.

She put one paw down, then another, checking the wind direction. Downwind. The elks back was to her.

She slunk forward, getting closer and closer to the elk. She needed to make this kill.

She shot out of the undergrowth, racing up beside the elk and biting at its hind leg, wrapping her strong teeth around it to try and wound it, make it slower.

The elk brayed in fear, its eyes widening as it bucked, getting free of her grip at the cost of its leg, which was now twisted awkwardly.

Alaska ran up, snapping her jaw at its neck, coming mere inches from its throat. It began sprinting, but Alaska was smart. It was wounded. It would slow down soon. She just had to herd it.

She ran forward, turning it down towards the castle. It brayed in fear again, jumping over a log and landing awkwardly. She sailed over the obstacle effortlessly, bounding after her prey.

It began slowing fast, exhausted from its desperate escape. She continued running it- she could get it closer to the castle before its downfall.

As the turrets came into view, she put on a burst of speed, racing forward and clamping onto its leg again. It kicked out, but weakly, and she shook her mighty head, making it stumble.

She dropped the leg, running forward and clamping her powerful jaws onto its neck. She wanted it to be over fast, for no creature deserved to suffer.

It fell, one last mournful bray escaping its mouth before it fell silent. Alaska dipped her great head in thanks for its life

“Thank you, creature of the forest, for your life. May it not go to waste, and may you live on in the afterlife.”

Alaska picked up the elk by the neck, beginning to drag it back towards the castle in the distance.

She arrived at the gates, heading towards the castle kitchens. The head cook, Rekket, had asked her to bring xem whatever she caught, and Rekket was not a wolf to disappoint.

She walked into the kitchens, dropping the elk at her feet.

”Rekket.” She called out. “I caught one. An elk, as promised.”

Rekket poked xis tan head into the main room.

”Ah, perfect! Thank you, Alaska. This will work wonderfully, and will fill our stocks. Take it to the fabricators, they’ll skin it and send the meat back.”

She nodded. “Of course, Rekket. Glad to be of service.”

She hoisted the elk back up, trotting to the fabricators with her tail held high.

”Fellen. Rekket has told me to bring you this elk. Xis word is to skin it and send xim back the meat.”

Fellen nodded, his weary grey eyes brightening.

“A new pelt! Thank you, thank you! I will certainly send the meat back.”

Alaska bobbed her head in thanks. “Good day, Fellen.”

Her paws padded out of the fabricators and towards her quarters. She had been out all day and night, and was desperate for sleep.