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Dmitry didn't give two shits, he just took an apple and began munching on the damn thing. The werewolf infront of him were like a little puppy, barking louder than its bite could chew.

Snarling, he lunges...ready to tackle him down. "I am not one of my preys pathetic weak animal."

Dmitry doesn't even look at Dmitri, but he moves a bit to the right, dodging the lunge. "Do you think that you stand a chance against me?"

Sliding some, he watched the human. Flicking his tail he throws up some dirt and rock towards Dmitry's face. While the dirt was being flung, he runs onwards him...wanting get to scratch along some part of his body.

The dirt landed in his eyes "I'm already halfblind, this is no hindrance" He readied his spear.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He said to the wolf in the bushes, running towards the house. Within seconds he reached the perimeter. He jumped into a tree, hiding his scent and energy trail, and putting an arrow in the bow. He aimed it at the old man.

He'd already made good progress with this pack, and no old man is gonna take them out.

"How dare you aim an arrow at The Russian Bloodhound?"

Avoiding the spear, he managed to get in a scratch. "I don't care if you are half blind.....now you are one of us..."

Violet huffed as the hunter ran off and walked the other way. She jogged lightly into the trees, keeping her ears perked for anybody that could be close by.

"Did poochy poo just scratch my armor? Yes he did, oh yes he did" Dmitry taunted

Growling some, the taunting was starting to get under his fur. His ears flattened some trying not to fight while angry. Circling around him...he studied his adversary.

Violet walked calmly through the trees in her wolf form, her black fur half blending in. She scented the air, picking up on another wolves sent. She looked in the direction it was coming from and spotted a cave, but she moved on, she didn’t need to start a territory fight, right now she was trying to get out of the woods safely.

"Ah, they do get better with age don't they?" Jack said, the arrow never leaving the man. 'Did he just call the alpha poochy poo?' Jack thought to himself. Jack aimed at the man's neck. Even if he didn't do anything yet, he was stilll on Jack's ground.


He released the arrow as the man was distracted with the wolf.

While getting studied, Dmitry throasted his spear at the opposition. The arrow flew by as he throasted.

"Watch it, you could have hit somebody!"

Smelling Violet, his ear tilts towards her direction. Torn between going to check on the scent or to stay here and defend his territory, he watched the hunter

Jack was impressed. Not many people possessed the skill to dodge one of his arrows. He didn't load another arrow, as he was studying the man, and watching the battle. He'd already intervened too much, and this was a battle of honor. He wouldn't fight in that unless it got too violent

Dmitry smacked the wolf over the head with the skull part of his spear "Bad dog!".

Snarling at the smack, he stood up. Grabbing the spear before it could return back over, he roared. Attempting to rip the spear out of his grasp, he yanks on it hard

Violet continued on her way, but froze when she heard a roar. She silently growled to herself, she had somehow walked right into the action. She shifted into her human form and climbed a tree, going to the highest branch that would hold her weight. She hid herself behind the leaves, peeking out to see if she could catch sight of the fight.