+ 5 Steal from a pride or lion without getting caught (attempt!)
+ 5 Learn something interesting from a pride or family (attempt!)
OR
+ 5 Tell a lie without getting caught
+ 10 Cause trouble between prides or families

Fenrir had an itch to scratch. He had been traveling through this new land he called home, and trying his best to map out where all the prides had established themselves. It was very important information... especially for him. One day, he would wage war on the whole world, and he would begin with these filthy clans of fodder! It was time to visit the place referred to as "Obsidian Hollow".

Quietly the young male slinks through a large deposit of rocks, pebbles and boulders as quietly as he can, attempting to make his way to the entrance without being spotted. He would attempt to use the larger boulders as cover if anyone was to come in or out of the mouth of the cavern... and so his ears turn on a swivel as he listens to every sound, keeping tabs on his surroundings.

His ultimate goal? Find something nice and useful to steal... maybe even overhear a nice secret conversation.

Death smiles at us all

The wolf smiles back

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The children were grown larger now, and with the help of Farrow, Morrigan had been feeling less guilt about picking up the number of patrols in the Hollow. Maybe she should have been considering giving up living in two worlds by now, but she still felt too much like there was no place for her in the Brook. Not without taking the place of someone who had been there much longer. Morrigan didn't want to push anyone out to make a place for herself. Besides, the violent side of life still seemed to displease most of the natives and Morrigan still had no qualms about it.

Maybe one day there would be a solution to properly bridge this gap, but the Valkyrie remained happily in the Hollow with her comrades. On this day, however, someone seemed to be willing to test those comrades. The hairs on the back of her neck had begun to rise as she approached the entrance and though she was no ranger she could have sworn she caught the slightest scent of a stranger against the unforgiving stones. She lowered herself into a more defensive position before slinking around the entrance way, mismatched eyes searching for anything or anyone out of place.

morrigan is attempting to find @Fenrir

Rolling 1d10: 4

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Although he had been expecting someone to exit or enter the cavern before he could make entry... and although he had played through in his mind how he would handle it... imaginary scenarios are just not true to the real thing. He had crouched low when he heard the dark-pelted female come near. She had not seen him immediately, and that was promising, but he could feel his heart fluttering in his chest. His toes tingled and his mouth became dry with worry that he would be caught completely red-handed, and so, he began trying to devise a believable reason for being beyond pride borders.

Finally, just as he felt he would surely be discovered he stood from his hiding spot and revealed his location to the woman before him. His nerves were gone, hiding had just never been his thing. He'd always much rather face everything head on... and now he began to realize this about himself. He had regained his confidence and with an air of decisiveness, he stepped out from behind the boulders.

He took a few steps forward, toward the large female, before stopping. His gaze drank in her visage. She was mighty, indeed. Someone he surely did not wish to fight if he did not have to. Perhaps there was a more interesting way to get what he wanted... instead of simply sneaking in the shadows like a cockroach.

"Greetings Kvinne. You have quite a sense for your environment. I respect THAT in a Pride Lioness, at least. Anyone less observant and I might have felt confident enough to pass through... and perhaps I'd have succeeded, undetected. Well done.

What are you called, might I ask?"

He said with warm and honeyed words that dripped like venom from a silver tongue... well, at least he liked to think so. He awaited her response, watching her closely with his tail swaying with focus behind his hocks... just incase she'd rather be a barbarian and simply attack him without even engaging him first.

@Morrigan

(Sorry it took a minute for me to respond! I was celebrating the 4th with family :3)

Death smiles at us all

The wolf smiles back

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She almost missed him. After all, her skill set was for straightforward violence and honest religion. She was no tracker or ranger like her wife's family. Still, the breeze was in her favor and just as her dark helmed skull lurched in his direction, @Fenrir stepped out from his hiding place. Honeyed words were quick to fall from his golden lips. He was young, but not small or weak. Clearly he thought he was clever enough to do whatever it was he intended without getting caught. She might have admired him if he hadn't picked exactly the wrong place to test his mettle.

"That's a nice silver tongue you've got there, boy. Be a shame if someone cut it out." Her voice was flat and cold, her face hard as obsidian, but she made no move to immediately attack the intruder, not unless he decided to try and run. The Valkyrie had at least decided to give the boy a chance to defend himself at least, and she still wanted an explanation, "My name is Morrigan," she offered after a few tense heartbeats. "Try again," she commanded. Once upon a time she might have just throttled him outright, probably still would have if he'd been less respectful, but maybe motherhood had softened her just a touch.

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Fenrir smiled darkly at her threat, though he did not laugh or chuckle outright. He knew she meant it… though, strangely, the very real danger did not frighten him. Instead he simply locked eyes with hers, as she attempted to make it known that his charm did not phase her. Still, the fact that she had not yet attacked him even after he had admitted to intending unlawful entry, meant to him that his silver tongue had indeed cut through the surface.

“A real shame that would be, indeed. Tell me… would it be more useful to still my tongue, or to use it to your advantage? Surely there is something you wish to attain in this life, @Morrigan. What would you say if I offered to be your ally?”

He wondered where this might go. He was playing it completely by ear. In a way, this was exhilarating in its own right! His heart was pounding, but this time not in fear, but in exuberance!!

He was having fun, the type of fun one might have as they toyed with danger… tempted fate. It was a particular kind of fun that is not for the likes of everyone. The wolf was clever, in his own mind at least. He fully expected her to shoot his offer into the dust with an iron paw… and he hoped she would.

Death smiles at us all

The wolf smiles back

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She was a statue as she allowed the young man a last chance to stave her axe with an explanation, but nothing of value came from his words and eventually her expression broke into a vague smirk. "My ally?" she began, pouring her own velvet into her tones for a moment. She had a feeling the both of them knew there was little a rogue yearling could offer herself or the Hollow, and he'd still given no reason for his trespassing, so the Valkyrie's decision was made. Maybe it made her predictable. That was okay. She didn't mind being inevitable.

Her defense began to slip into place as her jaws opened to speak one more time, "Show me your worth first," she demanded, voice trailing off into a roar as jaws hung open to protect her throat. Claws gripped the familiar terrain as her shoulders rolled forward to protect her neck. Silver and purple gaze was narrowed further into slits, though in her eyes was equal parts hunger as their was obligation for this fight. For any fight. Her dark tail whipped out behind her for balance and she charged Fenrir.

Morrigan would attempt to lift her right paw as she moved forward, adjusted her other three limbs to balance her weight, trying to swing forward and drag her claws down his right cheek. At the same time she would aim her left shoulder to try and ram the yearling squarely in his chest if she could manage it, attempting to shove him back further from the entrance. Her dark ears lay pinned back against her skull lest he be tempted to try and grab one of them. She wouldn't try to really hurt the foolish boy this time at least.

@Morrigan vs. @Fenrir
for
Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 12 + 14 + 9 + 6 + 13 + 5

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 6 + 4 + 13

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Fenrir was pleasantly surprised! She had not completely turned down his offer as he had expected she would, but as a bonus she bared tooth and claw! He was unsure where his fear had gone, but during this encounter, even this turn of events did not frighten him as crawling in the shadows had frightened him just moments earlier. It was as if being called to battle was in his blood, and he was ready to see if he might manage to win this one!

The large female charged him, and Fenrir observed her attack. In a split-second decision, Fenrir did not rise up as instinct would drive him to do. Instead he ducked, bending his limbs to bring his jaws level with her shoulder blade. He braced, attempting to snap his fangs around the flesh and bone of the woman's jutting shoulder, opening his maw wide in an attempt to aim the brunt of the force on his back teeth so that no fangs would be knocked out in the process.

As for her claws, they made contact with the back of the male's neck. He felt a searing pain as she managed to lacerate through his young mane, drawing blood.

@Morrigan vs. Fenrir
For Dominance
Round 1 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 18 + 1 + 20 + 8

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 13

Death smiles at us all

The wolf smiles back

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She felt the impact of her charge in both bruise and blood, his jaws successful in cutting into the front of her left shoulder and a roar escaped her lips in pain and rage. Both were good motivators and the Valkyrie cared a little less of the boy's age. After her right claws were successful in cutting through the flesh of his sparsely protected neck, Morrigan would push out with claws still extended towards the front of his let shoulder, attempting to both shove him and his offending jaws away and puncture at the same time.

Her other limbs pushed against the earth, spread evenly for balance with her tail lashing out behind. As he had ducked low, Morrigan would use the same few heartbeats after her exclamation of pain to attempt to wrap her own jaws deep into the muscle on either side of her opponents neck with her lower jaw aimed at the left side. Her dark ears remained pinned back against her skull and mismatched eyes kept narrowed, though fire flickered behind her lids. Finally, the valkyrie had a halfway decent real fight. A pity he wasn't a bit older.

@Morrigan vs. @Fenrir
for
Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 19 + 9 + 4 + 13 + 1 + 14

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 14 + 9 + 18

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Fenrir's heart skipped a beat as he felt his teeth sink into flesh. The success was short-lived, however, when the female's own success bit into his flesh and raked down his neck to his shoulder blade. He growled deeply at the pain, feeling his blood warm and sticky against his skin. Not to mention, the force that was being applied, trying to rip him away from his prize - from her flesh.

Stubbornly the young male attempted to shut his jaws tighter before she could tear him away completely, hoping that he might take a nice chunk with him as she violently attempted to push him away. He wanted to keep her right where she was... he greedily wished to keep his pound of flesh. As he attempted to clamp his jaws tightly around the flesh of the woman's shoulder, his right paw would rise to attempt a heavy, clawed slap at the front left of her ribcage just behind the shoulder blade. It was an attempt to both bruise the flesh and puncture it at the same time.

Perhaps he was fighting a bit more viscously than she... but the pain she inflicted filled him with anger, and he found that it was difficult to control himself.

{ @Morrigan vs. Fenrir
For Dominance
Round 2 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 4d20: 4 + 13 + 14 + 17

Dodges:

Rolling 2d20: 4 + 14

}

Morrigan growled around her newly successful purchase on the young man's shoulder as she felt him not loosen his grip but instead tighten it, the flesh of her own left shoulder sliced even deeper. She could feel the blood trailing down around her planted limb onto the earth and her breath was coming less easier as the two of them battled. He was young and inexperienced, but still strong. At the same moment, she felt the claws of his own right paw begin to sink into her ribcage and this last bit of pain sent the valkyrie into a pulse of rage. She would attempt to continue pushing against the left side of her opponent's chest with her right paw, claws extended out, but this time for leverage for herself.

Her jaws would open, releasing any hold she might have managed on Fenrir, and jerked her head violently back and to her own left, attempting in a last-ditch effort to knock the trespasser off of his grip by smashing her own skull against the back of his as she pushed off. She did her best to adjust her other three limbs to compensate during the sudden movement, but if they both stumbled at the end of this, so be it. Very likely she would be facing a headache at least after this, but so long as this foolish boy learned a lesson, it was a small price. Her tail flailed out away from his grasp behind her and the dark warrior closed her eyes entirely for a moment bracing for a possible impact, her ears pinned back still.

@Morrigan vs. @Fenrir
for
Dominance
Round 3 / 3
Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 17 + 10 + 14 + 18 + 6

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 17 + 19 + 15

Luck:

Rolling 6d20: 3 + 11 + 5 + 9 + 14 + 19

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