Roleplay

Oliver and Camellia
The siblings were ready to defend their fellow pack members, and even more ready to defend each other, from any danger. Two coats of fur glistened in the moonlight, one a solemn dark grey, the other a rusty red color. Two sets of eyes seemingly glowed, one a toxic green, the other a fuchsia.

The two had no blood family besides each other, and the pack was their only refuge, aside from each other.

Nothing was going to tear that apart.

They assumed a defensive stance, one that claimed If something happens, we will not falter.

As soon as he was cleared from immediate threat, the half-transformed wolfman turned tail as to leave the area.If any wolf should choose to follow, he will pay no mind. With ears tilted forward, caution and curiosity working in tandem with his remaining human mind. He made away at a comfortably slow pace, walking with a slightly-awkward quadruped motion. All four of his legs were unnecessarily long, seeming more like a maned wolf than a wolf of the actual genus due, simply, to his strange proportions. His gait was something between a healthy stride and small leap forward. He was clumsy on his feet, clearly unused to any kind of quadruped motion. He must usually be biped after transformation. It seems kind enough for him to be on all fours as to not intimidate the wolves around him.

Dietrich is a fairly muscular wolf, though that muscle is concentrated in his shoulders and up, and in his back, leaving little else to his legs. He hadn't been around other werewolves more than a day or two combined in his whole life, so it would be an understatement to say he didn't understand wolf verbal cues that weren't common in non-werewolves. He was within earshot if anyone needed his attention, but enough out of the way that he'd indicated that pack activities weren't an option he wanted to partake in, even if he had the chance. The air, though chilled, was the perfect temperature to simply explore.

On his own, or with a tag-along.

Nora

Nora couldn't help but be relieved when the awkward stranger with the unnatural proportions retreated from the clearing. She would tolerate his presence tonight, but he was not hers, and would not have a place among her number. It also allowed her to turn her full attention on the collared wolf. And how strange it was, for a wolf to wear a collar. It made her want to laugh and howl at the same time.

And then things grew worse. Much worse.

From the forest, a human girl came stumbling into the clearing and the wolf- Drago?- retreated to press himself against her legs. They smelled nearly the same, like their own little pack, and he grew more aggressive, afraid. The symphony of growls around her was making her fur rise, and the tension was night unbearable. Her lip curled without her consent, showing her teeth as the girl lowered to her knees.

Fragile, she thought, making the difficult decision to take a step back. A cornered animal is a dangerous animal. Drago would launch himself into a losing fight in a moment if he had to protect this girl, or so his body language said. She wasn't willing to do that on a full moon, not when her control was so thin as it was and the smell of blood would send her over the edge. She wouldn't be able to hold back, show mercy, especially if he went after any of hers.

So she barked, loudly, to quiet the others' threatening growls and raised herself to stand as tall as she could. You're in my territory, you and your human both. She raised her muzzle haughtily.

Erios was rather shocked when he saw the approach of a human girl. Well, he anticipated that a collared wolf must have an owner but he did not expect the human to actually come. He stares at the human warily, unaware of what to do in the current situation. He shrugs off and just continued his low growl, waiting for Nora's order.

Upon hearing the loud bark of the alpha, Erios shut his jaw tight and flatten his ears before a silent whine follows up. He continued to stare at the two, standing in an attack stance in case the collared wolf would lunge out and attack recklessly --- which probably won't happen......to be honest. But hey, anything could happen.

He kept eye contact with the alpha but his defensive stance eased. I am well aware. He pressed his snout into Lea's hand and her grip tightened on the collar until there was a sharp click, the collar fell away and he shook himself. There was a scar on his neck mirroring that of a bite mark. I am bitten. She is not. We're from rival territory and I bare news of them growing in numbers at an alarming rate. He barely let a whine form into his jaws, lowering his head before slowly pacing over to stand a safe distance in front of the alpha.

"Be careful, Drago. They all seemed pretty hostile before." Lea spoke up, he merely twitched his tail.

Nora

As the collar fell away, Nora's eyes narrowed on the bite mark. A few of her own were bitten, of course they were, but the neck was a rather worrisome placement. She debated for a moment. He seemed purposeful enough, and was hardly a threat now. The moon was sinking in the sky by now and dawn would be upon them in an hour or two. This was a conversation for humans, not wolves.

She turned to her pack, barking twice. Home, escort. Glancing back meaningfully at the two outsiders, she beckoned them forward with a jerk of her head and led them further into the territory.

Drago trotted back to his sister before gently sinking his teeth into the sleeve of her shirt, guiding her behind the pack. Lea didn't protest but glanced cautiously at the wolves around her. He made little noise but knew better than to overstep his bounds. This was a one in a million act of kindness. Lone wolves were never welcomed in packs unless they proved themselves or the pack was desperate. His honey-bronze visage flickered between each wolf as they followed the pack.

The wolfman stayed in the area he was left to, gangling limbs and viper's-head body shape be damned. He looked like he was meant to be some roughly bipedal thing based on the configuration if his hip bones, though wolfish instinct forced him down to all-fours. It would be an awkward trip back to his home without clothes, namely the clothes he'd shredded and promptly lost in the middle of the forest. Perhaps he should ask a favor of the nearest pack (in which he'd somehow payback). His teeth stuck out in a hyena-like fashion, curving outwards. Not too offset to be useless, but still odd-looking, unsettling to human and wolf gaze alike if one should catch him in a tiff.

Dietrich took to exploring his surroundings, walking slowly as to not disturb the forest underfoot. The night seems to be in the middle of ending, the sound of a slightly far-off collar unlatching not quite managing to capture his attention. The earthy forest around him was alive with insects and other night critters, the wing-beats of bats overhead only contested with the sound of a diving owl. It smelled as if it might rain soon.