Trust In Me [BB]

[Pisca]

((Ooc: This thread is meant specifically for the lovely Breakbone, played by Taco. X3 And on that note, Taco, there's no rush for you to post immediately. Just thought I'd throw this up for whenever you were bored. That and I love Pisca... It might be fun. ^_^ No pressure though, m'dear. <3))

How long had it been since Pisca had caught sight of even so much as a tail-hair belonging to the Bloodback Alpha? A few days? A week, maybe? Perhaps even longer than that? He was not at all sure of the time that had passed since his last visit with Breakbone, but that was far from the point. It had been far too long, and Pisca knew it.

Oh, he understood perfectly and completely well just what stress the Alpha was under. As time passed more and more outland wolves were literally pouring into Bloodback territory. Of course, Pisca believed it to be a safe bet that it was the same for the other packs as well. There were few reasonable answers as to what could cause such a large migration, but despite the chaos it was creating, the pack was hardly ungrateful. Their numbers were growing, and with time they would become stronger.

For now though, everything was on shaky ground. Bonds had yet to be formed, trust and respect were still issues in the process of just being addressed, not being given or being taken lightly. It was a difficult time to judge just what was going to become of the pack... but Pisca was sure it would calm down in time.

He himself had been busy, running errands for various superiors, and escorting a few of the newer comers around the territory. He already knew the layout of the land like he knew his own pelt design; to him it was simple, straightforward, and he could take the shortest path to get where he wanted. Now though, Pisca was sure he could trace his 'tour' routes with his eyes closed. And still, there was not a word of complaint. He enjoyed helping out... it often freed up the other higher ranking officials throughout the pack, and spirits knew they needed a rest now and then.

Now though, in the later evening, Pisca's duties had dwindled, and he was growing bored of sitting on idle paws. With a sudden decision, the Omega had taken it upon himself to do a bit of border scouting. His grayed feet carried him lightly across the varying types of terrain, all throughout the territory, his golden eyes keeping on a sharp lookout for any strange faces, and his nose continually sampling the air for a new scent.

Nothing came to him, not even after dark had fallen and he had slowed his pace to keep from tripping over a stone and burying his snout into the ground. And now, he was merely wandering around aimlessly, his disposition still amiable, still jovial, as he padded softly through the darkness. He had no real destination in mind, until it did finally dawn on him that it had been far too long since he had seen his Alpha. His pace slowed and gradually stopped, and the three-year-old paused to sample the air. He was not too far from Breakbone's quarters, but it would be late by the time he arrived, and it would be unannounced...

This was a problem easily solved.

Maw tilting towards the pinpricked heavens, Pisca let flow a gentle note from his throat. It spiraled upward in a soft manner, loud enough to carry to his Alpha's ears, announcing his prossible arrival, should the return howl ever come. It was not urgent, not obtrusive, merely a request for some of the Alpha's precious, and highly demanded time, should it be available. If not, there were always other days...

[Breakbone]

Back and forth, over and over. It was like an endless loop with this flood of new wolves! The great alpha was so tired.... so pooped. Yet he still managed to go on nearly every day. He dragged himself from his sleeping area every morning at sunrise to inspect his borders. Every dawn, every dusk. Even the countless number of times he awoke during the night like every typical wolf, he had to do something. their land wasn't safe, after all.

He was no longer a wolf in his prime. He had passed that a couple of years ago and now was heading towards the days that he could be called old. This was almost fine with the masive alpha, but he lacked certain things that he knew he must have before he passed on and let another control the lands he loved so very much.
One, he had to have a family. Soon he would have to look for a mate (and secretly, he had his eye out for a certain female already), and once the time was right they would mate and have puppies nine weeks later. Those puppies were the future of Bloodback. they would be making it strong like it once was. That was his main goal.
There were a few more, but not important enough to mention.

At the moment, the alpha felt like he was failing himself, his pack, and the new ones. He hadn't been able to greet all of them lately. His lovely little omega, Pisca, had been doing a lot of everyone's work. He owed the Whiteback blood wolf a great deal. Shadow had been taking in a few as well, but that was her duty. Breakbone was simply too tired to be doing it all himself. He needed rest if he were to continue on successfully.

So, on this day, no finer than any other in the mountains, the alpha was sleeping. He had been since early that morning. His dwelling was high up on the mountain, in a cluster of trees, and on a ledge that overlooked the world around him. he could see as far as the Chicotah's lands, but just barely. He was sprawled out on the toasty, iron-red ledge. the sunlight shone down directly on him. He was still alert, although asleep. Those rounded ears of his twitched periodicly for any signs of dangers, or any howls of warning.

It was not a howl of warning that awoke the alpha, though. It was one from his omega, simply asking for a visit. Open his amber eyes did, and up he wiggled himself. Breakbone took a moment to stretch out; Front legs and paws first, then his hind quaters. After a yawn and shake of his thick pelt, Breakbone raised his head only a little to reply back to his omega. His tone was much more deep, one of those haunting, but beautiful howls. it was a simple message, one along the lines of "You are welcome to come."

[Pisca]

Charcoal tipped ears tilted forward in both excitement and an attempt to catch the precise note of the returning howl. It was undoubtedly Breakbone's howl, the deep base note to it unmistakable to the Omega's ears. And the familiar voice carried a message that brought joy to the younger wolf's being. It was an acceptance of his request.

Any earlier fatigue the Omega's paws had absorbed throughout his travels during the day was expelled before the last note of Breakbone's reply had faded into the heavens. With a jovial look on his ring-eyed features, and a definite spring to his step, Pisca was off at a slow but distance-eating lope, headed in the direction of the Alpha's lair. Perhaps the day would end on a far better note than he could have hoped.

It was common knowledge that Breakbone had been tremendously busy over the past several days, and it would not have surprised Pisca if the older male was just short of being run ragged. Of course, no one had seen him, or heard from him all day... until now. And then it dawned on the Omega that perhaps, he may have interrupted the Alpha from a much needed rest.

Golden eyes squinting shut briefly in a small wince at the realization, Pisca slowed his lope. But... Breakbone had answered his call relatively quickly, and had given him permission to visit. Whether the Alpha had been resting or not, he must not have been irritated enough to deny his request.

Confidence returning to his steps, Pisca sped across the landscape, light-gray paws carrying him swiftly across the terrain. His course continued along a path only he and a few others knew, carrying him up into the mountains until he'd reached the cluster of trees that Breakbone had laid claim to. His pace slowed drastically as soon as the trees came into view, and Pisca carefully and quietly weaved his way toward the ledge, where Breakbone had been napping just a few moments earlier.

Spotting the much larger male, Pisca's ears first perked happily, before the younger male bowed his head and lowered his tail both respectfully to Breakbone. Golden eyes danced within their sockets as he watched the Alpha in a brief moment of silence, before he addressed him.

"Evening, Alpha Breakbone," his tongue spoke formally, though his tone dripped familiarity and friendliness, "I trust the day's treated you decently?"

[Breakbone]

His head dropped once the howl had ended, and his body plopped down to sit upon haunches in a rather laxed manner. when his Omega arrived, he was not standing tall like he usually did. He didn't even much hold himself as alpha. He was very relaxed right now. Plus, Pisca knew Breakbone was alpha, he didn't need to show it to him anymore when they were in private like this.

His back was facing the Omega as he arrived; looking off his ledge and out into the distance, across the lands. He felt so grateful to live in this world. Or, at least in Ruritia. It was far more beautiful than any other place. And probably the less evil and desctrucutive of all the lands in the world. Clms his tail swept side to side, and when he heard the gentle pawsteps of his Omega, the wagging increased just a bit. "Welcome, dear Pisca." He said, before turning his head to glance at the young whiteback-blooded Bloodback. It made him chuckle mentally at the irony of Pisca's very being. But he was very happy to have the young Omega on his side.

"What brings you to visit?" He asked, while motioning with his head the spot beside him. Pisca and Shadow were the only two privlaged enough to join him at his side on that ledge. "And yes, the day has treated me fair. Finally caught up on the rest I've so badly needed." So very true. He hardly looked as dogged as he did when the pack last saw him. Breakbone would rest for the remainder of the day, and tomorrow he would start his rounds and daily routine once more.

For now, he's sit and relax with his favorite omega.

"Pisca, tell me, what are you feelings about being Alpha? Hypotheticly speaking." Breakbone was curious what sort of thoughts and feelings drifted in an omegas mind. He always assumed they would be overjoyed at the thought, or perhaps frightened. But with these times of war, Breakbone needed to think of a new heir. This was kept alone in his thoughts, though. Never would he speak of this until it was time.

He sat there, now silent, and awaited the white and grey wolf's answer while returning his gaze to the vast lands they all knew.

[Pisca]

With a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Pisca's posture eased into one that spoke of ease and comfort. Formalities never seemed to be needed when it was just the Alpha and him, and for that, Pisca was thankful. It was nice, being able to simply sit and enjoy the other's company, instead of having to worry about stepping on others' toes and crossing the wrong boundaries. It was hardly ever a worry in Pisca's head, to not tread on Breakbone's paws. He knew the older wolf well enough to watch what he said.

"A lack of your presence, sir, that's what." Pisca said, his grin not only in his eyes, but in his voice as well as he sidled up alongside Breakbone upon the ledge. Golden eyes lingered on the features of the Alpha before swinging outward to take in the view of the lands around them. His tail wagged gently behind him at hearing the news of Breakbone allowing himself time to rest. "This is good news. We can't have a cranky Alpha shuffling about greeting the newcomers."

Pisca offered a friendly grin and a small chuckle to accompany their conversation, his golden eyes lighting up with laughter. His gaze remained locked on the lands below the ledge, picking out familiar areas while he sat in companionable silence with the Alpha. However, the silence did not last long.

White furred head tilted to the side at the Alpha's next question as Pisca turned to look at him from more than just the corner of his eye. "...My feelings about being Alpha, sir?" He repeated incredulously, ear flicking slightly as the wind tickled at it and ruffled his coat. Tilted head lowered for a moment, eyes inspecting the ground at his forepaws with a little more intensity than what was normal.

With a small, thoughtful huff of air, Pisca blinked. "Hypothetically speaking... I suppose my feelings on being Alpha would be just like any others. It's a great deal of responsibility for any wolf... and it would have to be given to someone who loved the land enough to devote all their time to it." Pisca grinned a little, gray tipped tail curling about his hind feet. "I think it would be a hard job... not always as satisfying as one would hope, with all the effort one may put into it... but definitely worth the effort."

[Breakbone]

A small smile creeped onto his maw at Pisca's words. Thought when he tried to supress it, it looked more like a smirk. He was indeed blessed, so very blessed to have a wolf such as Pisca in his pack. He was blessed just to know him. And it was also nice to know that good hearts still existed. That there were souls still untainted and joyful. Breakbone was once like that, but he had seen his share of hatred and war.

Amber hues stayed locked on the lands while Pisca looked at him, and answered him. The sun had set not too long ago, and now the sky was melting into a beautiful mix of colors. Blue, red, pink, purple, orange, and a little bit of yellow. The last glow of the sunken sun casted across the earth and set everything in a golden blaze od beauty. And while he soaked all of this in, he also listened very intently. A nod was given once the omega was finished.

"That is certainly quite an answer. There are many omegas who would be too overjoyed, or even too scared of the thought to even do anything." He paused for a moment, thinking carefully how he would word his speech. "Perhaps someday you will lead a great pack, Pisca. There is great potential in you." But he lacked the wisdom that came with age. But, it would be years until his own passing if the war did not get him, and Pisca would have his time to gain knowledge.

His eyes shifted to the Chicotah lands and he started to ponder about the chaos in their lands. Their pack was falling apart because of a young one with a lust for power and not enough wisdom. Old Kein would fall - he knew it. That wolf was older than any of the alphas. He was Chicotah. He was the leader the other three packs feared and respected, and Breakbone would honestly mourn his death. Although on the wrong path, Kein was a very wise wolf. He had enjoyed the talks they shared on nuetral grounds. Even evil dictators sometimes needed to get away and havea good, intelligent conversation. Breakbone did not ever refuse a talk with Kein. as long as he did not attack him, things were fine.

Those days were long over, though. Quietly he sighed before he shifted to lay and let his paws hang over the edge of the ledge.

"Times have changed so much. I can only hope when my day comes to leave this world that there will be order once more."

[Pisca]

Pisca continued to watch Breakbone, even while the sun set and while the other spoke, Golden eyes rested on his Alpha's face in silent curiousity and patience, waiting to see if there would come an explanation for the question or not. Whether or not one came would not phase the Omega, he was simply curious, and knew well enough that Breakbone's reasons were his own, and that was good enough for the Omega. It was not his place to question, and even if it was, he doubted that he'd ever question Breakbone.

Gray tipped ears flicked slightly at Breakbone's voice. At first he had felt a little overwhelmed with the question, but it was merely hypothetical... And Breakbone had asked. There was no way that Pisca could go without giving the Alpha an answer. What came afterward though, made Pisca's ears lay down a bit in modesty.

"I'm glad to hear you have that much faith in me, even as an Omega..." He gave an appreciative grin to the Alpha, tail sweeping behind him once again. "I suppose we'll just have to see where the days lead me."

Pisca's head tilted to the side again, watching as Breakbone slowly eased himself into a laying position, letting out a sigh that sounded all-too world-weary. Golden gaze softened visibly while looking down at the Alpha, before it turned out to follow Breakbone's line of sight. Chicotah lands were in sight from their perch high atop the world.

"Hopefully order will come before your time to leave does, for I'm afraid I'd have to say you've got quite a bit of time left." Pisca's voice curled with laughter, as did the corners of his mouth as he spoke, glancing towards the other male from the corner of his eye. "I'd hate to have to wait so long for some peace and quiet, you know."

[Breakbone]

Those strong ambers stayed fixed on the Chicotah's lands until the sun finally vanished completely, and the golden glow of the earth melted away into darkness. He had good vision in the dark, but not god enough to still see that far. Ears twitched softly before he looked over to his omega and laughing a bit himself.

"Yes... this wolf still has a while to go before he sleeps forever." He nodded. Breakbone didn't want to spend the rest of his life warring, neither did Pisca, nor any of the other wolves. he doubted even Whiteback and Chicotah wanted it that way.

He wanted to push these dreaery thoughts aside though and think of beter things, something he could discuss with Pisca like friends would. The topic of his future mate was always something cheerful. He wanted to know what his omega thought of the warrior. It would give him an idea of the reaction through the pack.

"However, since I am aging now, it's well time that I choose a mate. What do you think of warrior Avonaco? I've had my eye out for her since I accepted her into my lands..." He grinned slightly while looking to Pisca. "She's strong and courageous, and she's not afraid to take the lead. I think she would make a fine alpha female, and a fine mate. Our offspring would be strong, like Bloodbacks ought to be."

Ontop of that, he could definately tell she admired him a great deal. From the moment she laid eyes upon him. It was like watching a puppy with it's crush. Breakbone liked all the females of his pack well enough, but Avonaco stood out to him most. It wouldn't be too long now before the females started to go into heat, and then breeding season would be ushered in.

[Pisca]

Gray-dipped features of white lightened as Breakbone agreed to Pisca's last words. It unsettled the younger wolf a bit to think of the time when it would be Breakbone's time to pass. though he had spent some time amongst the pack, making friends and making himself useful, Pisca was certain he had most certainly not spent enough time with the Alpha, or anyone else for that matter. But with the quarreling becoming worse, war imminent on the air, Pisca knew that it was time to start counting the days he had left to see his packmates.

Ears lowering slightly with such a somber, heavy-weighing thought, Pisca's golden eyes roving over the now darkened landscape, making an attempt to pick out the most distinct shapes he could. His attempt to take his mind off a darker subject failed him, and for a brief moment, Pisca sat frowning and staring out into the dark. He was saved, however, by Breakbone's next announcement.

The Omega's posture shifted suddenly again, away from one that bordered on sullen and depressed, into one that dripped curiousity and interest. Breakbone speaking of taking a mate was big news indeed, even to his favorite Omega, and Pisca could not help but grin at this change in topic. He listened carefully and curiously to Breakbone's question and reasoning behind the target of his interest.

Warrior Avonaco. Pisca sat in brief silence, his thoughts turning over rapidly within his head. He'd never had the chance to sit and actually hold a conversation with her. However, moving around as much as he did, and seeing as many other members as he did, Pisca had picked up bits and pieces of information about her, and what the other packmembers thought of the wolfess. He'd also crossed her path once or twice, but words were rarely exchanged...

Smile upon his maw and in his eyes, the Omega shifted his forefeet in an almost antsy way before settling himself again. "I've not had the chance to sit and chat with her, though from what I hear, I'm truly missing out," he chuckled, giving his head a brief shake before continuing, "From what I can tell, she's a strong wolfess, but not one whose pride'll drag her down. She seems relatively level headed, and from what I hear, she's got a good heart, anda good sense of humor."

Looking to Breakbone, Pisca gave a small snort of laughter, "And we all know you could do with a bit more humor in your life."

Despite being a somewhat cheeky thing, Pisca liked to call things as they were. Breakbone was being worn down by all this recruiting business, and this looming threat of war. His laughter and good moods were fading out of existance, and that in itself was unsettling and disturbing. Pisca detested seeing the Alpha in a sour mood, but as the days passed, more members ceased trying to make light of situations, they stopped trying to bring laughter all together. It was all about war now, and they were preparing.

"Your offspring would be strong... and monstrous." Pisca spoke again with another soft, companionable snicker. It was true, both Avonaco and Breakbone were of sturdy stature, and there was no way their pups would ever escape that trait. They would indeed be impressively strong, a traditional Bloodback trait. Pisca grinned, "They'd certainly be a handful when they got bigger... I'll have to learn new pup-sitting tactics."

Suddenly, Pisca was nodding to himself, grinning faintly all the while. He'd stand by whatever decision his Alpha made, unless he thought it to be unlike the other male, or possibly the most ridiculous idea the Omega had ever heard of. This time, breakbone's thinking fell into neither category, and Pisca felt strangely at ease with the whole thing. He would go as far as to say that he was pleased that the Alpha was finally considering forming a family of his own.

"I think she'd be a fine match for you, sir. She's respectable, loyal to the pack, and obviously worthy of your attention."

[Breakbone]

Breakbone chuckled softly at Pisca. He was always so honest. The Alpha liked that of him as well, maybe most of all. He was so honest, even if the truth was not always in the other wolf's benefit. Breakbone didn't always liked being told something about himself, but he preferred it over never knowing, or denying it. It was true that he hadn't been as cheerful as he once was. He rarely laughed anymore, or smiled, or carried on a beautiful song with the pack as he used to. that would change - Breakbone would make sure of it. It was good to be prepared for this comming war, but they couldn't loose their spirits.

Onto his back he rolled, groaning in a silly, wolfy way. Paws gently and playfully whapped at Pisca's maw, trying to encourage him to play. "I'm very glad you think so. I hope the rest of the pack will react as you did." Another small chuckle, and more pawing. Perhaps the pack as a while would be much happier once there were two alphas. The Aryians managed to stay happy, and he believed it was because there were two in charge, and either gender of leader helped to balance out the gender's powers.

The Alpha wiggled around on his back with his mouth wide upon and tongue hanging out from the side. Within his mouth were bone-crushing teeth, some chipped here and there, and maybe one or two from the back missing. Red dust clung to his brown-red pelt, along with dirt and some grass. It felt good to be playful once again.

"Hopefully this spring will treat us well and allow many puppies to be born for you to play with. Then, dear Pisca, you will never be bored!" He snorted some laughter. It had been a while since there were any pups in the lands. He knew how much Pisca loved them, and probably missed romping around in the flowers and tall grasses with them. Or telling them stories. Ah... those were the days. And those days would be returning soon! The pack would have good times before the war.

[Pisca]

At the Alpha's behavior and groan, Pisca's ears perked into an alert, curious stance, the younger male's head cocking to the side in bewilderment. What on earth? The Omega gave a soft snort, a mixture of surprise and laughter as Breakbone's large paws lightly thwapped against his snout. Golden eyes lit up with happiness as it dawned on Pisca just what was going on. Breakbone's moods from the years before, when he was less stressed, less tensed... they were well on their way back, and it was enough to make Pisca howl.

While he did not howl, he did in fact give a playful wuff before lifting his rear from the dusty ground and backing a few paw steps out of the Alpha's reach. Grin growing on charcoal-dipped features, Pisca's front end lowered, his hind end remaining raised and wagging slightly in time with his tail. Another playful, happy yip and he jumped up to land closer to the Alpha, then proceeded to paw at the other's chest, making the occasional nip at waving paws.

Grinning still, Pisca ceased his 'counter-attack' to watch as Breakbone wiggled about, and listen as he spoke. His tail wagged behind him, a banner speaking of the Omega's great joy at hearing all his Alpha had to say. With Breakbone's laughter rolling through the air, Pisca fidgeted happily, his own lighter laughter mixing in.

"I'm rarely ever bored, sir," Pisca retorted, holding his head high in a novel, haughty sort of way before shooting Breakbone a sly look and grin. He gave Breakbone's broad shoulder a sudden, but gentle shove, chuckling good-naturedly as he did so, "It's just not quite the same when I have babysit over-sized grumpy-pups like you..."

[Breakbone]

He gave a gruff woof himself before rolling back up to all four and mimicking the omega's playful position for a moment before raising a leg to whap at his shoulder before darting behind him to nip at his tail. The alpha may have been big, but he could still play like a pup. No wolf lost that ability. His thick jaws hung parted happily, tongue lolling out. When shoved, he shoved back just a tad bit harder, then turned and wagged his tail in the white wolf's face.

"In that case, you'll never have a lack of something to do!" He smirked.

Of course, the sitting of the pups wouldn't be his job alone. Beta Shadow would most likely help him. She liked her share of puppies. This wasn't saying that Breakbone would never take care of them, but once they got to a certain age, they would get too big for his and Naco's care alone. They would have their own duties and hunts to be doing. Newcommers to greet, borders to patrol, and the Aryians to talk to. Days would be happy again. Yes they would. While other packs sat around moping about the war coming, the Bloodbacks would be healthy and happy with spirits high as the clouds and stars.

Breakbone wondered when Cronic and Vette would be having puppies. He hoped soon. The Aryians could use more pure blood again. Even if Cronic was part dog, he carried traits of an aryian and thsoe would be passed down. Just like Naco. She wasn't a pure Bloodback, but the Bloodback gene was dominant, and he could guess that at least 90% of his puppies would be the product of the two Bloodback genes.

His Amber eyes stayed focused on Pisca's own, trying to guess his next move as if this were a fight now, though a fight of fun.

[Pisca]

A surprised huff left Pisca's nostrils as Breakbone darted around behind him to nip at his tail. The Omega had nearly forgotten howfast the other male could move, dispite his large size, and it left Pisca with an elated feeling, at being reminded. Giving his forepaws a quick stomp, the white-coated male bounced away from Breakbone's massive, swinging paw with a large grin and another happy yip.

Slender maw clicked together as Pisca made a few half-hearted attempts to nip at the Alpha's waving tail, nearly sneezing when the hair brushed against the end of his nose. Going crosseyed for a moment after being pushed, Pisca snorted, giving his head a good, hard shake while Breakbone was speaking.

Brandishing a goofy grin towards the much larger male, Pisca chuckled. "I'll be as busy as a beaver, once spring passes, it seems." He would be too. Once the pups were big enough, and old enough to demand more attention than what both parents could handle, they would be entrusted to Pisca, and most likely lady beta, Shadow. Just the thought made Pisca fidget with anticipation and excitement. It had been far too long since he had the opportunity to care for the pack's pups...

Realizing that Breakbone's eyes, now much lighter and much more alive, were still upon him, Pisca let loose an airy, playful growl, his front end sinking to the ground yet again to leave his rear in the air. Front paws flexed, his claws digging ever so slightly into the soil, then reached forward, pawing at the air almost hesitantly.

Tail waving behind him, the Omega suddenly was up on all fours with a bark, and making a lunge for Breakbone's solid figure. His head was lowered, aimed for the alpha's shoulder, playful growl still resonating in his throat.

[Breakbone]

How rare was this? An Alpha hardly ever played with an omega on an equal level. Usually it was the alpha keeping the omega in line by snapping at them. but not Breakbone. He loved his Omegas. But he loved Pisca more than the others. It was a sight none of the other wolves would see, though.

His tail was caught in a nip, and he yipped from it before flipping around. And WHAM. Pisca rammed into his shoulder. Of course, the alpha let him take that hit. Breakbone stumbled back a little and growled his laughter, his lips drawing back in a wolfy smile. Probabyl to a human, it would look more like a snarl. His tail started to wave more slow now... his stance more of a fighting one. He wanted to spar Pisca, though playfully. A spar with no injuries. Once again he chuckled before his claws pressed into the softened earth of his dwelling, allowing him to propell forth towards Pisca's own shoulder. The "tackle" wouldn't be hard, in reality. It would be enough to send him stumbling back, though not knock him down.

If the white and grey omega didn't move away, his head would lower and jaws would be around one of his legs, teeth just lightly pressing down. These playfights used to be common with him, and it felt good to do it again. Fun, and helpful for strategic purposes. However, if Pisca moved away, his jaws would just snap at nothing and he'd be moving back to prepare for whatever the omega threw at him.

[Pisca]

Breakbone was the only Alpha that Pisca had ever heard of, who would allow such behavior was what was being displayed at that very second. Any other alpha would surely have slain such a mood, and promptly put the Omega back into place. But no, not Breakbone. He was as much of a friend, as he was a highly respected leader. Breakbone loved his Omegas, he loved his whole pack, and the affection, Pisca knew, was returned whole-heartedly. Especially on the Whiteback-blooded wolf's part.

Despite being from a rival pack, Breakbone had allowed Pisca in Blackblood territory. Of course, the first several months were laid out on shaky ground, the Alpha not trusting the new wolf further than he could have thrown him. But in time, Pisca had proven himself to be a loyal Blackblood packmember, and not a spy for the Whitebacks. And even while he had striven for the Alpha's trust, he'd managed to befriend the larger male as well.

Hearing Breakbone's laughter rattle through his throat, Pisca returned the happy growl, all the while watching the larger wolf carefully. The subtle changes in the Alpha's stance made themselves apparent, and Pisca's ears perked interestedly. However, as he watched the Alpha's tail slow in it's wag, the Omega was caught off guard by the sudden lunge made toward him.

With a rough grunt, Pisca attempted to dodge Breakbone's lunge, and failed. He managed to escape the brunt of it, yes, but with Breakbone's girth, and strength, the Omega was still sent stumbling awkwardly. And in an instant, with a startled snort, Pisca came to an abrupt stop, feeling the Alpha's teeth gently pinch down on one of his forelegs. Golden eyes narrowing in a challenging, yet playful way, Pisca hobbled awkwardly before making a half-dive for the Alpha's ear. It wasn't enough to free his leg, most likely, but ears always served as decent chew toys...