Tormenta

An average, borderline small male with a lean build gifts Tormenta with the speed that earned his name. Well, that, and his messy, unpredictable behavior.

Tormenta snickered when the dark wolf Laika voiced her annoyance at him and his companion, Rhetoric.

"Do you have a problem?" He raced towards Laika, wagging his tail yet baring his teeth.

Rhetoric stayed rooted yet continued to grin and wag her dark tail as the two adolescents flashed each other their ghastly white eyes and teeth in a look of shared frenzied amusement. Her captivation in his show of tenacity and reckless energy only fueled him to push it one step further.

"Hey, Laika? Do you find me obnoxious?" He began to nip at the older she wolf's ankles, making Rhetoric laugh harder, louder, not caring for the disapproving look on any of their new pack mate's faces.

Laika snatched her limbs out of reach and whirled on Tormenta all in one spinning leap, and her white pupils highlighted the black pupils that were dialated in fury. The older wolf's teeth were bared and a growl rumbled in her throat, but she held her place.

Now Piedra was creeping forward slowly, muscles rippling and ears backed. Her tail raised in a display of aggression and dominance, a silent warning, but her face remained surprisingly calm.

The other wolf, Fissure was watching with tense body language, unsure of what was happening, but she was backing close to Piedra as if to clear behind her if a fight broke out.

"Ha!" Tormenta barked, but he was feeling shaky suddenly, knowing he was outnumbered. He loved to pester, but these wolves were new and he didn't feel safe to continue. "The elders are already getting flustered, heh, and little Fissure is already choosing to hide behind the pack leader!"

"How could you be so stupid?" Laika's tension began to ease. She gave a look to Tormenta and Rhetoric that seemed to say you're not worthmy time and let out a sigh of exasperation that seemed mild to her previous murder fafe. "I'm just impressed with how dumb and incompetent you are, showing such disrespect to your new packmates, and your new leader who graciously took you in."

Tormenta sat down, feigning confusion with a tilted head, and he could hear Rhetoric slowly closing the distance between them. Nervously, he glanced in Piedra's direction, and she was now as close to him as she was when she first told him he had a place in her pack if he wanted a new home.

Of course he did. A pack would make him stronger.