Disruption( Acceptance, Blue October, Any )

[River]

A pained snarl, a sickening mix up of misery and denial, split through the air that had once been so peaceful. After all she had worked for, after dear mother Hurricane had risked her very life to bring Stonemngard up onto the pedestal of packland it so rightfully deserved.. HE had let it go just like that. A vicious roar ripped the air around the behemoth, which was long-since full of tension. She'd seen the look is His eyes, remembered how easily he had given away Jakoda land before he had joined Stonemngard.

Kakashi.

The very name, nay, the very insult rolled through her mind in a tangle of thorn plagued vines and sharp, jagged fangs; she hated him. Once she had tolerated him but oh no.. now, she hated him, loathed the very memory of him. How dare he give away the great title, the awesome land that Stonemngard possessed without even so much as a single blooddrop shed in its defense? Siv had seen challengers come and go, she'd been present for every challenge - she'd not thought that Stonemngard could have actually lost. They wouldn't have lost, no, if a suitable leaderhad been in place. Siv herself was no leader, but she would have never let her home go down without a fight, had it been her decision. That faggot had left many without a home. Unsuspecting members who had known nothing of the challenge would find themselves trespassers, under rules of a new, unknown leader. Who were these wolves? Why had they come to Stonemngard, and what was their purpose?

Better yet, why did they deserve to live? Siv had many murderous thoughts racing through her mind. The beast was known throughout Stonemngard to be the most vicious of all creatures within the borders. Who was to say that she wasn't, even though Stonemngard had fallen?

Then there was the yearling she'd recently taken in. Shinshoku. What of him? Was she to leave him, as Kakashi had left Stonemngard? No, he was hers. She had to help him, had to be there for him. Besides Stonemngard, Shinshoku was the only thing that mattered to her anymore. Her siblings were all deserters, her alpha was a pitiful disgust to the very title of alpha, and now she lacked even a home to care for. Stonemngard would always remain high in her heart, but the lack of homeage.. it was a frightening thing. Not in the scary way, but to have someone counting on you, and to let them down simply because you lacked something that was needed? What kind of example did that set? Siv refused to let herself be seen as a weakling.

So she threw back her head and yelled, not howled. It was a beastly thing, like a banshee of a ghoul screaming out in the middle of the night, or the scream of a demon on the time of the witching hour. It seemed to hold more than a call for the alphas or any authority within it; perhaps the scream let out all of her feelings, her distress, her disgust, all of it.

Not to say that nothing remained - the most horrid of emotions always festered and grew within the gray toned behemoth. But for now, they were to lay dormant, waiting until the eruption that would be too mighty to not cause the shed of blood.

Now all she could do was wait, pacing the ground she'd learned like the back of her paw. This was her home, and she was not leaving it.

[River]

The furred muzzle tilted low, towards the ground, as the newly placed alpha took in long sips of air. He wasn't sure he had what it took for a split second, and the split second was something that was demanding - powerful. He could only picture the massive amount of wolves, all gathered under the mighty ruling of his paws, and almost would have shivered, if he needed not to keep himself whole and in one piece. Still, he hadn't slept in a long enough time, and he knew soon his body would take it's deserved sleep by force. Just put up a bit longer, he coaxed to himself. A few more meaningful hours is all that I request - nay, demand of you.

Shaking his head, he laid himself out upon the the whole ground, letting it all process in his mind. It was still a powerful, and a shuddering thought to himself. He had no one - not a single adviser, save maybe Audio, for the moment, and Helga. She wasn't what she needed - though she made a hell of a prophet in his opinion. In most eyes, they might have seen her craziness having only been accepted in for the sheer mass and weight of her form, but he saw the spark and the potential that he needed in all of his loyal future 'followers'.

Really, he chided with himself, it title of 'alpha' was more of a formal thing - a way of keeping rule should anything break out. And out of the three, he was the best suited, especially since he had formed the pack from the basis of its core roots. He shook his head, pacing back and forth as a way to pull himself together, before summoning what might possibly, slowly become the biggest meeting in history for the first month of getting the pack into the 'swing of things', or maybe he would be proven wrong, again, as well. He could handle either.

He just couldn't handle disappointment. The determination kicked into his eyes, as he locked himself, almost completely steadily into place. He would not disappoint a soul that were to place their lives into his hands. Death would befall him before he would be willing to allow that to happen. He just would not allow anything to happen that whole make him a disappointment - that would just, plainly, disappoint his future pack. They would be united under the same basic cause, and they would succeed.

He almost snorted in defiance to himself for his mind to bring a worse challenge, like his new found confidence would be all that he needed to ensure that he handled the task like it should be handled. He was lost in thought still, slowly awakening from it all, when the snarling was brought, ever present to his ears. He shook his head, and looked from one way to another, curious, then padded, slowly but surely towards the sound. Whatever it was, they were on his land now, and they had to deal with him their self.

And so, marching out, he brought himself upon the beastly female that he'd met when he'd challenged the leader in person. He was a bit confused - was she here to finish what her master could not hold the end of? Was she too stubborn to be moved and to understand that her leader had lost - even if he'd merely given it all up anyways, and thus the land was not her home anymore? Would she just seek acceptance, if only to stay placed and living upon the land itself? Could she care enough to exchange a new alpha, look up to him and what the pack stood for, wholeheartedly well enough in herself?

If she could...then acceptance would probably be quickly handled. She might even be the adviser he could use, if she slowly showed peak interest in the matters of ridding the earth of it's rapists and murderers who held no motive or reason when they killed a soul. Then yes, maybe he would have his 'counselor' system. He couldn't imagine the idea of only leading with his thoughts, and no one to have as consultants for reassurance when he wasn't sure. Or, to just have in case a plan, a new way of seeing something he couldn't have dreamed of seeing in such a light, were to skitter into the other's mind, so that they might inform him as well.

He silently warned himself. He needed to hang on...to his..sanity was it? Whatever it was, he needed to keep his cool and keep a tight grip of it. It was only beginning for now, and there were no guarantees. Especially with this one. Though, he was shown interest in her eyes by him, whether negative or positive he never had the chance to study further. Luckily, he would now.

[River]

So many times before his life been wrenched away from it's previous road and violently redirected; from a child, to a roaming ghost, to a dying soul, to a recuperating youth, the scarred wolf had no fear for change for it had often visited him in his short life. Change is what came this day, floating on the wind like the putrid stench of a rotting carcass.

He'd met with no other in the pack, save for the one who'd dragged him back from the veils of death. Though he was not yet fit to be called a healthy wolf, Shinshoku was gaining weight and strenght with each and every meal he took. Frogs. There were so many of them here, too many... all carrying the same bland taste... but he salivated all the same everytime he saw them; little green bringers of life. They were fat, clumsy, easy to catch and good practice for the youth who's hunting skills lacked for better use of his missing eye and the failed lessons of his past.

He'd stayed clear of the others in his short time here... but not from her. When her heart-wrenching snarl tore the veils of silence within his mind, he could not stay away from where she stood. There wasn't much he could do for her... yet, so much she could do for him that he could not help but try and please her with everything he did. A lazy frog snatched on the way was transformed into an offering of fortune, one she would probably despise in silence but accept regardless.

Arriving near her, he caught sight of the other that stood near by. Fear instilled by experience told him to flee before the stronger looking opponent but her presence kept him from doing so. Deciding to stay by her side, yet still giving in to his temptation to flee, he silently moved to where he stood behind her, shielded by her form from the possible wrath of the other. There he stood, the fat limp frog hanging from his jaws. His remaining functional eye remained locked upon the blue male while his right ear remained perked and alert to make up for his useless orb. A furtive glance was given to the larger female as he wondered who the blue pelted male was and why she had snarled with rage in the first place.

Another wolf would have felt tension and left... another would have seeked for another home as the very sight of the new Alpha. Like the many others who'd left the land once the wave of change had come to be...the yearling perhaps should have felt as though he no longer belonged there, but that was not the case. He'd never met with the previous Alpha and had never really cared to do so. In the youth's simple guided mind, he only followed Siv. She had been his salvation, offered him life and though she was surely diserving of the title 'mother', he would never call her that in respect for his silver dam.

If anything, she would perhaps be his mistress...
for lack of a better word....

[River]

For once insecurity swept over the behemoth as she laid her eyes on this new leader. Her comprehension wasn't something one would call extraordinary, or even sufficient, but she knew that he was no leader. Foreign to the rank of alpha, and insecure himself; did she want to place her life, no not her life, she held that always, and always would. Did she want to give up her loyalty to this thief? He'd taken away her land, her rank, her honor; though they meant little to her, so long as the title of Stonemngard was not upon the land where she stood, she would always consider this male a villain.

He held himself as if he were a simpleton, when the truth of it all shined through with the intelligence glinting in those eyes of his. Where are more intelligent wolf would have noticed such a dead give away, Siv did not; she had no use for such trifles. So what if this male had smarts on his side? Did it even matter? Good planning and an elaborate attack did count for something, but sheer brutality and rabid outrage, in Siv's case, doubled that ten fold. The snarl still held on her lips, a few drops of saliva slipping down from between those venomous jaws to plop on the ground below. The ground that she used to know as Stonemngard, as home. Now it was all foreign, all a new place to her. It wasn't her home, and she had no true place upon the land. Yet, something was driving her to stay, to at least tolerate these witty beasts.

Then the very reason itself arrived; Shinshoku. She'd rescued him only a while before these invaders had came and tore down everything she stood for.

She didn't speak to the youth she'd rescued, that she'd drug back up from the pit of death just in time to let another life carry on. She didn't need to - he was here, and he'd seen her, moving behind her as if she were his protective shield against this foreign tresspasser. In Siv's eyes he was a tresspasser, though in actuality it was the complete opposite. Siv didn't care what they were here for, why this male had chosen Stonemngard to take over, or anything of the sort. She just hated it, had hated it from the very beginning. He had no place here, no place leading. Yet Shinshoku, her charge, the very thing that had caused her to stay in the first place.. he needed a stable home. Siv's mind was already disrupted enough, shattered into a million uneven pieces; it couldn't be put back together no matter the stability of her life. But Shinshoku had a life, a mind worth saving. She'd try her hardest to protect him.

She loved him.

Whether it was motherly or something else was still unknown; as foreign as the very concept of the word was, Siv had felt such an emotion( or what she believed to be the emotion ). Facing the blue invader, she'd snarl wildly before lowering her head, not out of respect but lowering it none the less. "Kill... " A pause, and she'd speak again. "Evil.. " Perhaps he'd piece it together as 'kill evil', the very thing that his pack stood for; Siv, however, didn't know such a thing. In her mind it was 'kill evil' as in 'kill him', obviously meaning the blue male. Raising her head, she'd give herself a shake, eyes hard and emotionless as she glared at the male before her. "Siv, Emerald of Stonemngard." Her voice hardened on the name of her previous pack before she continued. "We will stay here." Not so much of a request as a statement, but he could take it anyway he wanted to. She'd glance back at Shinshoku before swiftly snapping her head back to face the male, running her tongue over her yellowed fangs.

All that was left was judgement.