Restless Souls

It was yet another rainy day in the territory of Lawa Ridge, and yet another day of patrolling the packs borders for one certain Guardian, despite the persistently inclement weather. Revan was soaked from nose to tail; his spikey fur frayed and muddied from travels, and his appearance in whole resembling that of an angry wet hen. But then again, the red and black male almost always had that angry look, even when he was doing something as enjoyable as wandering the Lawa Ridge borders. He couldn't really complain about the near constant rain, though. After all, what else was to be expected during spring? The grim male enjoyed the patter of raindrops upon his face and back, and he didn't care about the caked mud formed around his athletic legs; nobody would likely see him anyway, so far his time in this new pack had mostly been spent patrolling the territory and thwarting any danger that came forth. He had only really met some of his packmates, not yet sharing the close-knit bond that most pack wolves had amongst themselves, and it was debatable if he ever would. Many of the wolves within Lawa Ridge were just faces he had seen passing by, and the dark wolf was content with keeping it that way. As long as he did his job, he saw no reason why he would have to make anything more than mere acquaintances. He was a solitary traveller used to the life of a rogue, and he had no problem with being alone.

However, as Revan rounded the peak of a grassy, muddy hill and gazed down into what he knew as the training grounds, he found that he wasn't as alone as he had previously thought. Crimson eyes quickly caught sight of a red and white form amongst the tall, wet grass. Revan paused a moment as he watched, only taking seconds to recognize his superior, Sath, who appeared to be...well, the male wasn't quite sure himself. The alphess was one of the wolves that Revan had only gained the acquaintance of as of yet, but he thought her to be a care-free leader, if not a little too care-free in his opinion. Though even if she had the friendliness of a young pup, the Guardian figured it best to hand off any reports on the territory to the female now rather than later, when he'd have to deal with the multiple wolves at the densite instead. As soon as he thought of the crowded area Revan made up his mind, setting into a cautious trot as he picked his way down the muddy slope, careful not to slip. Thankfully he was sure-footed, and it was only a matter of time before he was approaching his leader from behind.

"Alphess Sath," Revan suddenly spoke, pausing his stride only a few paces behind the shorter wolf. Though he gave a respectful nod of acknowledgement, the black and red male gave no other signs of submission to his higher-up. He wasn't one to respect easily, nor cower in general. If the leader of Lawa Ridge wanted his respect, she would have to earn it just like any other.

In his approach, the Guardian came just within bounds of the dashing of droplets his ruler shook out before realizing his presence. Revan shut his crimson eyes with a scowl, taking in a deep breath of agitation even though he was already soaked. Nevertheless he remained still, grasping his limited patience.

"Revan!" The dark male gave a silent blink at the exclamation of his name. "I didn't know I had company." Ceasing to show any emotion as he steadily gazed at the female, Revan merely gave a short huff before responding in flat tone. "It is often those times in which one is severed due to pathetic observation skills." Blunt as ever, he gave no second thought as to how his words would be taken - offensively or not. After all, he knew he was right; one had to have quick reflexes if they wanted to survive. At least that was what he had learnt in his life as a loner. Perhaps he had yet to learn that pack wolves often relied on each other instead of their own instinct, however.

For the most part the morose Guardian had little to say, remaining silent unless required to speak. He wasn't necessarily one for small-talk, but he hadn't much to report about the territory borders; they were secure as could be. However, the happy-go-lucky alpha seemed to fill in any silence easily. . "What brings you out here, hm? Never thought I'd see you so far from our borders." She inquired. Revan, still as ever amongst the falling rain, merely quirked a sharp brow. "It is not just the borders that need protecting, I find it mandatory that my rounds also include the inner territory to sweep anything that could have gotten by." His tactic was thorough, as he took his rank and task seriously and worked hard to fulfill them. It may not be as necessary as he seemed to think of course, but with him being the only guard within the minimal pack, he took it upon himself to complete a large task that many would often participate in together. "I have accomplished a few rounds within the past days - all is as it should be." The tall male announced. His disposition was - as per usual - a neutral standstill, always preferring to stand and remain on guard as he awaited the leaders response.

Though his expression was that of its usual state at the beginning of this encounter, Revan's scowl deepened with the furrow of his brows as the leader repeated his wording. At first he didn't understand; it wasn't like 'pathetic' was a difficult word to comprehend, after all, but as she continued the Alphess's meaning soon became clear. "I'll stop you there, Revan, and remind you who's land you've been living on the past couple months. Land that I didn't claim and protect long before you by being 'pathetic', or getting 'severed'." At this, the Guardian didn't bother to hold back a dry scoff, his crimson eyes averting to the side in disbelief. "I will not be silenced merely because your feelings are hurt, I speak as i will." Perhaps he didn't understand that his blunt phrase of speech was the reason why they were discussing this to begin with, and that continuing on with such careless wording likely would not help the situation in the least, but of course he wasn't one to think about the consequences of his actions to in the first place.

Not that he really cared, but he was mildly bewildered as to why the usually happy-go-lucky female was seemingly so stiff all of the sudden, all due to a mere use of words before? If that was the case, he couldn't understand how someone so sensitive could manage to lead a pack themselves, he thought. Not to mention, he couldn't stand those types who thought they earned respect with a title - while he wasn't sure about this red and white female was like in those terms exactly, he was sure that she wasn't gaining any more respect than she already had. Revan remained silent past the dry confirmation of how patrols worked, reveling in his own thoughts as he watched Sath with a usual glare, only her next words catching his interest. The male gave a forced huff, remaining still as he spoke. "I am quite aware as to what a 'joke' is, a quip to cause either amusement or laughter," Safe to say, being used to the life of a loner left him with a lack of social skills that made him aloof of the meaning behind most sarcasm. "You fail with both." The morose Guardian then added. It certainly did take quite the bit to stir any form of amusement in him, unles it was paired with the pity of some unfortunate soul. To be fair, he wasn't even sure of the last time he laughed.

As he tried to remember such a time (and failed, as per usual), his train of thought was broken by the sniff of his leader and her following inquiries, making him bring his red gaze back to her sage eyes. "When was the last time you visited the den, anyway? Surely you'd wanna meet some of the new faces that you're working so hard to protect." Revan's own face dropped at the thought. Despite her seemingly being easy to offend, Alpha Sath had made a good point before; the borders were his usual domain, where he could be alone and left to his work whenever he wished without the worries of other packmates interfering and messing things up. "I hold minimal interest in those who shelter themselves with the protection of the densite. I have a mission to execute and that is what I do for the pack as a whole, not any individual members." He was content with being solitary, and if ever he became depressed of brooding he could always visit the camp for a distractions, but that was only in desperate matters. As the red and black male had spoke, his short term memory made him momentarily forget that he was asked a question, and he was quick to add; "I have not been to the den for quite a few nights now, I am just now beginning my inner sweep of the territory."

Tags: @sath
Addressed: Sath
Notes: Here we go >: )

Revan ignored the female's low growl, far from unsettled by her show of impatience. Instead, the dark pelted wolf watched with a vigilant glare as she stormed closer, stance unmoving. "Respect,Revan." The male raised a brow, not at Sath's aggravated pucker nor abrupt tone, but her words at hand. "Not your silence, your respect." He wasn't exactly shocked, perhaps it was common attribute of a leader to expect respect from those below them, but as far as Revan cared respect and following had to be earned. "And what is it that you have done to earn my respect?" He inquired gruffly, keeping his crimson eyes locked on her gaze. Sath may hope for respect, and she may be of higher rank than him, but he wasn't about to roll over to anyone - the secluded male just didn't know what trouble that could cause.

With his permanent scowl, Revan watched the alpha steadily, reading her bodily language and keeping his own emotions in his back pocket as he went through confused at her sigh, mistrustful at her near snap, annoyed by her demand of interest, and again confused at her sudden, bright grin. He really wasn't used to how others functioned, but he hid it well enough. "It is not necessary that I socialize with every pack member, i will do so if and only when the need calls fo--oof!" The black and copper hued male staggered a singular step back at the leader's push. She may be short, but she was strong it seemed. Revan's lip curled in disgust, irked by the touch and antagonizing gesture alike. "How about this, from now on, you'll meet me at the den at least once... no, twice a week, to give me a report on your patrols." Revan hardly saw that as a compromise, he could easily find a way out of such a situation, in fact... "Perhaps, in that case, i will merely report and set out on my next patrol right after." A frown still occupied his dark face, but a near challenging glint could be seen to his red eyes. She hadn't said that he needed to stay after giving her the details of the territory, after all, and it was his ranks duty to patrol the borders and defend them, not join tea parties with the other packmates.