Post by Tyr on Feb 25, 2011 19:02:44 GMT -5
Players:
Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
The moon is high and at its fullest, and at the edges of the sandy desert where Tyr has managed to find himself at midnight, the air is eerily quiet. The wind rustles up every so often but all he can hear from that is the subtle shifting of the grains of sand -- and at this point that's all he wants to listen to. Even in the middle of the night, the moon is so bright and the cover so sparse out here that the dark wolf is easy outlined. It's clear he's in some sort've distress... or at the very least, irritation. He lays on his stomach, paws crossed over one another which are subsequently propped over his nose, hiding his face. His ears are alert and his tail occasionally swishes away the sand but otherwise he's still. What can be heard, however, is a few disgruntled grumblings.
Anu does not share her brother's mood. She trots easily through the moonlight, though her senses are always scanning for signs of danger. She has been more on edge since Ari's arrival. Despite the wolf's insistence that he is alone, she can't let her guard down so easily. Her keen nose shows her the way to Tyr, and the moonlight illuminates him, clear as day. She approaches him, trying to determine what his problem is. "Are you hurt?" She asks, looking for clues that point to a struggle, an ambush-- something to cause the male to hide his muzzle this way.
"Eeech," is his initial 'response,' though it's really not much of one. Eventually, Tyr stirs enough and lifts his head from under its paw-cover and he blinks up at his sister, sighs, and pushes himself up into a sit, shaking stray sand from his long coat. "M'head," he offers, as if that would clarify his frustration. He works his maw a few times, as if starting another sentence, but it takes him a few tries to formulate anything solid. "Wot... wot... wot -is- this, Anu?" Tyr nearly whines, his agitation clear. "I expec' in 'alf a second to 'ave snow on m'nose! If he really wanted to find me, or yer, he'd not send -that one- after us! Ari must've up'n'left on 'is own but... I... He..." And then Tyr just gives up as his grasp of words fail him.
His head? Was he kicked during a hunt? Did he fall? Oh. This seems to be an internal thing. Frowning, Anu replies, "Ari is a fool. He always has been. For now, we can keep an eye on him. If he survives the winter - which I doubt - then we can think about what we're going to do about him. I don't like this, Tyr. Three wolves together is going to put the packs on edge. The last thing we need here is another mouth to feed." Now that she's said her piece, she allows herself to relax into a sitting position. She bats a fore paw at the ground, sighing.
Tyr rubs at one of his eyes with his foreleg as he listens to his sister, pausing when she mentions the coming winter. His ear twitches. The two of them had enough trouble on their own, let alone with Ari along with them -- This causes the male to groan with another new set of ulcers and he looks at his sister, staring at her for an unnerving amount of time before he blinks and looks away. "Damn it, Anu. Pup prolly jest wanted t'make a name for 'isself, wot wit' two of 'is competition gone now, aye?" He laughs, short and bitter. "I ain't got nuthin' against 'im." Yet.
"Well the name he's made now is traitor. Akh is just going to think Ari slunk off to join your cause, or that he just defected. Either way, he's as dead as we are." Anu pauses, contemplating lumping herself with Tyr. If she was questioned, she could say she's been trying to take him home all this time....but even if that was true, she's taken so long that she would still be labeled a failure. So there she is. Lumped in with Tyr. And Ari, too, by the sounds of it. Great. One big happy family, now.
"Cause?" Tyr asks, incredulous, trying not to have his irritation show clearly through as he fights away a bit of a growl. "Y'think I've 'ad a -cause-, do yer?" Snort. He wrinkles his nose at the thought and stands suddenly, stalking off a few paces before a whirls around and begins pacing in a tight circle. Yes, he has full control over his faculties. Sure. Then as suddenly as it started he stops and turns to face Anu, though a quick, lunging attack is not forthcoming, but, yes, this time his teeth are bared if only slightly; it is clear that he is fighting with himself not to break their sibling 'truce.' "Tell me somethin', Anu. We're you -happy- up there? I'm not talkin' 'bout jest bein' -alive-. I mean -happy-. Content. At ease." He perks his brow, waiting for her answer, the look on his face just daring her to convince herself that she was happy in that miserable place.
Anu bristles. Something is not right with Tyr. She rises, ready to defend herself. At the question, she almost sighs in exasperation. "Oh, Tyr. You know happiness isn't a consideration there. But at least we were fed and knew to expect Akh's... behavior. It was what we were raised with. But this, here? It's unfamiliar and I'm tired of starving. So I may not have been "happy" there, but I'm sure as stars not happy here. Satisfied?" she snorts, trying to subdue her anger and save their truce. "I'm sure you're happy as a newborn pup here, aren't you?" There's more scorn in her tone than is probably wise, but that's Anu.
Tyr stares. Hard. He shouldn't have expected anything different but there was just the slightest hope in him that Anu would've given him something better than that. He wrinkles his nose and huffs in distaste, clearly still upset and unwilling to let it go. "'Course I am." Her brother's eyes narrow and then very slowly he works on relaxing his neck and shoulders, allowing for him to turn away from his sister and walk a few paces. "I'd rather starve'n'be free to do as I will than t'be ordered t'kill someone who doesn't agree wit' yer father." Not his father, of course. Nono, he is not related to that wolf.
"Oh, do /not/ try to preach to /me/, Tyr. Your muzzle is just as wet as mine. You shouldn't be so high and mighty- we kill to survive. There's nothing wrong with that. A hare, a doe, a wolf- killing is killing, and it was always for the pack's benefit. Freedom is a dream, Tyr! This isn't freedom! This is roaming without a cause, and starving for it. For what? Because it's easier than following someone else's orders? Wake up, brother." Anu barks. As the male tries to work out the tension in his body, the tension builds in hers. Words are a poor way to fight. She's ready for when he decides to use his teeth to work this out.
With his back turned to her, he is vulnerable -- and he is keenly aware of this. As Anu goes on, her anger boiling, he remains as still as he can. His only movement is an agonizingly slow downturn of his muzzle and tip of his head, his dark eyes peering over his shoulder to watch her, dangerously narrowed. "A'ight, Anu," he says smoothly, his voice like silk, "An' if Akh had ordered you killed? Or, say... your litter? Y'really want y'brother's an' sister crushin' the life right out of yer? Out of -them-?" Of course it's all hypothetical; Anu would've never had pups in the northern mountains, but he can't help but egg on the point. "I 'ope those squeals haunt yer dreams tonight."
"You've tried to crush the life out of me, Tyr," Anu points out, her voice calm. Her yellow eyes never leave him, watching his every gesture. Though the mention of pups makes her eyes narrow with a surge of anger, she does not physically act on it. "Don't be ridiculous," she snaps, "There will never be a litter. You know that. So don't try to guilt me here, in reality, with your fantasies." Her paws shift anxiously, itching for a fight.
"An' you wanted it, didn't you?" Tyr goads, slowly and deliberately turning back to face his sister, his paws lifting up and then pressing into the still warm sand, closing the gap between them with an agonizing tension. "Didn't you?" he sneers, dropping his head a little to look up at her with dark and dangerous eyes -- a different 'tactic' from his normal dominant posturing. "Y'felt that blackness closin' on yer eyes an' you wanted it." As he gets closer he flares his nostrils and coughs at her, clicking his teeth. "Just like y'want that big male on yer, huffin' at yer, -controlin'- yer; an' you'd use 'im juuuuust t'get yer little pups. An' when they see their brother's comin' for 'em, I 'ope y'remember wot yer put yerself through t'get'im." Fantasies? Absolutely. But his purpose seems to be to antagonize his sister, but the reason why is a little more elusive.
Anu is is not known for her patience, kindness, or tolerance. She can - and will - only take so much. She's done with words, and she's decided her brother is, too. Tyr - he doesn't know anything. The instant he's done describing that hateful life, she lunges. A snarl rips from her jaws and she tries to lock her fangs on anything- his leg, his muzzle, his ear - and drag it down. Drag him down. Shut him up. Tear out his throat.
He really had no chance to defend himself but at least in the split second before Anu's teeth clamp around the top half of his muzzle, he knows that it's coming. His shriek is involuntary. In an instant he can feel the blood dripping down his lips and teeth, burning iron on his tongue and in a strange moment of stillness, seems to hear a single droplet hit and disturb the grains of sand below. Then he is a flurry of motion, wrenching his muzzle from side to side to dislodge Anu's grip on him, to club his head at her, fangs snapping in retaliation. He'd been lower than her and his frantic search to find flesh between his teeth steers him toward the soft underside of her throat. His body seems to wrench, back paws shifting in the sand and struggling to keep balance.
That will teach him to run his mouth. But Anu won't stop, not now. She's been angry with him before, but never like this. As he twists and fights, she tries to dig her teeth into somewhere more lethal. It seems he has a similar strategy, though, as she feels fangs brush much too close to her throat. His blood burns in her mouth and spurs her on. The she-wolf's paws scramble for purchase, and she tries to propel herself toward him- into him. It's an attempt to use her frame to her advantage. Her sturdy body means that while she may not be as tall as her brother, it's easier to knock him over. And that's exactly what she's aiming for. Her forelegs whip out, trying to push him, distract him, anything. She tries to slam her head against him, though she's wary of his maw. Her own body lashes this way and that, never staying in one spot for more than an instant.
His sister gets a solid crack at the side of his head that sends him reeling to one side, seconds later he's knocked hard in the chest and stumbles back on unsteady paws. Tyr narrows now clouded over eyes, snapping his jaws at the dark shape where he last saw Anu but she's already moved. The male lands hard on the ground as his legs are knocked out from under him, though he meets the onslaught from above with heavy growls that seem to be approaching panic and relentless snaps of teeth. He lashes out with his fore and hind paws, kicking at what he can still see of his sister; a furious blur of gray fur, but when the blood from the top of his muzzle runs down into his eyes he involuntarily rubs at them with one fore leg, trying to clear his eyes.
It's the opening Anu had been waiting for. He's on the ground. At her mercy. She stands over him, grimacing and grunting as his paws strike her torso. She pushes one hind leg none too gently into his stomach, trying to force the air out. Her eyes are cold and hard as she watches him struggle. She aches to close her jaws around his windpipe, but changes her mind in the last second. With his fore leg up on his muzzle, it's vulnerable indeed. The she-wolf tries to catch it in her teeth while he's blinded. She aims to bite down hard. Not enough to snap it, but enough to make him hurt. She'll break it if she needs to, but hopefully this will be enough to convince him to surrender.
He should count himself lucky. He might, later. Because he's not looking, because he can't see, the sudden and intense pain through his leg is enough to elicit from him a squeal, uncharacteristic of him, but he can't do much else after that once the wind is knocked out of him. In a split second of lucidity, he smiles, remembering the very predicament he had put Anu in before, but then instinct overrides him and he lashes out with his free leg to buffet at his sister. He regrets the action, instantly, feeling her teeth clench hard around his muscles and bones, and finally he stills. It is difficult for Tyr to see, still, but his actions halt and for once in a long while, he submits. Though not completely. The blood at the edge of his eyes sting, but he keeps his gaze trained on Anu above him, unwilling to look away and give her the satisfaction of winning completely. His chest aches and he fights for air, and in the sudden stillness between them all he can hear is the pounding in his ears.
If she breaks his leg, he'll die slowly and painfully. A lingering, weak, pitiful death. She wants to do it. She's never wanted to do anything so badly. It's apparent in her eyes as she stares right back at him. A growl rumbles in her throat at his audacity. She gives one last, sharp squeeze to his foreleg before reluctantly spitting it out. In the end, she can't cripple her own brother. Kill, maybe, but she doesn't want to make him suffer and wither before her eyes. Not yet. Another speech like the one he gave, though...and she might change her mind. Her lips peel back to show her fangs. "Speak. To me. That way /ever/ again, and I'll break all four of your legs and leave you for the cougars to find," she snarls, still looming over him. He can get a good look at her teeth this way. The ones that will be snapping his legs. She hopes he'll keep that in mind.
He blinks. He tells himself it's only because of the burning blood in his eyes. Anu might see it differently. He does it again, gives her that moment of pause, of consideration, before his ears slowly roll forward in silent recognition. A'ight, sister. He accepts that. But it's only a momentary lapse into submission before his muzzle cracks into a grin that cannot quite be called amused. "Blood soldier," he says to her, confirming or perhaps reaffirming, that brother and sister are really no different from one another; their fur might be different colors but in reality they are the same wolf. "It's like lookin' into a still pond." Pfeh.
Good enough. Anu snorts, finally stepping off of her brother. She has nothing to say to him. She sets herself down a little ways from him and sets to cleaning his blood from her jaws. The she-wolf makes sure to take small breaks to glare at him with her loathing apparent. She ought to smack that grin off of his muzzle.
She didn't disagree. She knows that he's right. He waits a respectful moment before slowly rolling to his side, shaking his head to clear the dizziness that realizes has taken residence there, rubbing fiercely at the cuts on his muzzle. His tongue flashes out and he winces at the sharp twinge at the action, his lip curling up in distaste at his own blood; not pleasing to his palette, apparently. With a mixture of a groan, sigh, and dull chuckle, Tyr stands and shakes the desert sand from his coat, not bothering himself to look back at his sister and her likely hateful glares. Alright, they're even at one and one for now. He won't hold that grudge much past sunrise anyway. He sets off into the darkness in search of some water to soothe his throat and get the blood out of his eyes.
With their tempers so raw - Anu's at least - they are better off apart. Her grudge is certainly going to last past sunrise. He said some awful things, and Anu isn't exactly overflowing with forgiveness at the best of times. She does feel a small sense of peace, though, knowing that she has one victory. Maybe, with Ari's help, they /could/ take him home. The she-wolf runs her tongue over her paws, thinking quietly about the possibilities.
Tyr, male wolf
Anu, female wolf
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The moon is high and at its fullest, and at the edges of the sandy desert where Tyr has managed to find himself at midnight, the air is eerily quiet. The wind rustles up every so often but all he can hear from that is the subtle shifting of the grains of sand -- and at this point that's all he wants to listen to. Even in the middle of the night, the moon is so bright and the cover so sparse out here that the dark wolf is easy outlined. It's clear he's in some sort've distress... or at the very least, irritation. He lays on his stomach, paws crossed over one another which are subsequently propped over his nose, hiding his face. His ears are alert and his tail occasionally swishes away the sand but otherwise he's still. What can be heard, however, is a few disgruntled grumblings.
Anu does not share her brother's mood. She trots easily through the moonlight, though her senses are always scanning for signs of danger. She has been more on edge since Ari's arrival. Despite the wolf's insistence that he is alone, she can't let her guard down so easily. Her keen nose shows her the way to Tyr, and the moonlight illuminates him, clear as day. She approaches him, trying to determine what his problem is. "Are you hurt?" She asks, looking for clues that point to a struggle, an ambush-- something to cause the male to hide his muzzle this way.
"Eeech," is his initial 'response,' though it's really not much of one. Eventually, Tyr stirs enough and lifts his head from under its paw-cover and he blinks up at his sister, sighs, and pushes himself up into a sit, shaking stray sand from his long coat. "M'head," he offers, as if that would clarify his frustration. He works his maw a few times, as if starting another sentence, but it takes him a few tries to formulate anything solid. "Wot... wot... wot -is- this, Anu?" Tyr nearly whines, his agitation clear. "I expec' in 'alf a second to 'ave snow on m'nose! If he really wanted to find me, or yer, he'd not send -that one- after us! Ari must've up'n'left on 'is own but... I... He..." And then Tyr just gives up as his grasp of words fail him.
His head? Was he kicked during a hunt? Did he fall? Oh. This seems to be an internal thing. Frowning, Anu replies, "Ari is a fool. He always has been. For now, we can keep an eye on him. If he survives the winter - which I doubt - then we can think about what we're going to do about him. I don't like this, Tyr. Three wolves together is going to put the packs on edge. The last thing we need here is another mouth to feed." Now that she's said her piece, she allows herself to relax into a sitting position. She bats a fore paw at the ground, sighing.
Tyr rubs at one of his eyes with his foreleg as he listens to his sister, pausing when she mentions the coming winter. His ear twitches. The two of them had enough trouble on their own, let alone with Ari along with them -- This causes the male to groan with another new set of ulcers and he looks at his sister, staring at her for an unnerving amount of time before he blinks and looks away. "Damn it, Anu. Pup prolly jest wanted t'make a name for 'isself, wot wit' two of 'is competition gone now, aye?" He laughs, short and bitter. "I ain't got nuthin' against 'im." Yet.
"Well the name he's made now is traitor. Akh is just going to think Ari slunk off to join your cause, or that he just defected. Either way, he's as dead as we are." Anu pauses, contemplating lumping herself with Tyr. If she was questioned, she could say she's been trying to take him home all this time....but even if that was true, she's taken so long that she would still be labeled a failure. So there she is. Lumped in with Tyr. And Ari, too, by the sounds of it. Great. One big happy family, now.
"Cause?" Tyr asks, incredulous, trying not to have his irritation show clearly through as he fights away a bit of a growl. "Y'think I've 'ad a -cause-, do yer?" Snort. He wrinkles his nose at the thought and stands suddenly, stalking off a few paces before a whirls around and begins pacing in a tight circle. Yes, he has full control over his faculties. Sure. Then as suddenly as it started he stops and turns to face Anu, though a quick, lunging attack is not forthcoming, but, yes, this time his teeth are bared if only slightly; it is clear that he is fighting with himself not to break their sibling 'truce.' "Tell me somethin', Anu. We're you -happy- up there? I'm not talkin' 'bout jest bein' -alive-. I mean -happy-. Content. At ease." He perks his brow, waiting for her answer, the look on his face just daring her to convince herself that she was happy in that miserable place.
Anu bristles. Something is not right with Tyr. She rises, ready to defend herself. At the question, she almost sighs in exasperation. "Oh, Tyr. You know happiness isn't a consideration there. But at least we were fed and knew to expect Akh's... behavior. It was what we were raised with. But this, here? It's unfamiliar and I'm tired of starving. So I may not have been "happy" there, but I'm sure as stars not happy here. Satisfied?" she snorts, trying to subdue her anger and save their truce. "I'm sure you're happy as a newborn pup here, aren't you?" There's more scorn in her tone than is probably wise, but that's Anu.
Tyr stares. Hard. He shouldn't have expected anything different but there was just the slightest hope in him that Anu would've given him something better than that. He wrinkles his nose and huffs in distaste, clearly still upset and unwilling to let it go. "'Course I am." Her brother's eyes narrow and then very slowly he works on relaxing his neck and shoulders, allowing for him to turn away from his sister and walk a few paces. "I'd rather starve'n'be free to do as I will than t'be ordered t'kill someone who doesn't agree wit' yer father." Not his father, of course. Nono, he is not related to that wolf.
"Oh, do /not/ try to preach to /me/, Tyr. Your muzzle is just as wet as mine. You shouldn't be so high and mighty- we kill to survive. There's nothing wrong with that. A hare, a doe, a wolf- killing is killing, and it was always for the pack's benefit. Freedom is a dream, Tyr! This isn't freedom! This is roaming without a cause, and starving for it. For what? Because it's easier than following someone else's orders? Wake up, brother." Anu barks. As the male tries to work out the tension in his body, the tension builds in hers. Words are a poor way to fight. She's ready for when he decides to use his teeth to work this out.
With his back turned to her, he is vulnerable -- and he is keenly aware of this. As Anu goes on, her anger boiling, he remains as still as he can. His only movement is an agonizingly slow downturn of his muzzle and tip of his head, his dark eyes peering over his shoulder to watch her, dangerously narrowed. "A'ight, Anu," he says smoothly, his voice like silk, "An' if Akh had ordered you killed? Or, say... your litter? Y'really want y'brother's an' sister crushin' the life right out of yer? Out of -them-?" Of course it's all hypothetical; Anu would've never had pups in the northern mountains, but he can't help but egg on the point. "I 'ope those squeals haunt yer dreams tonight."
"You've tried to crush the life out of me, Tyr," Anu points out, her voice calm. Her yellow eyes never leave him, watching his every gesture. Though the mention of pups makes her eyes narrow with a surge of anger, she does not physically act on it. "Don't be ridiculous," she snaps, "There will never be a litter. You know that. So don't try to guilt me here, in reality, with your fantasies." Her paws shift anxiously, itching for a fight.
"An' you wanted it, didn't you?" Tyr goads, slowly and deliberately turning back to face his sister, his paws lifting up and then pressing into the still warm sand, closing the gap between them with an agonizing tension. "Didn't you?" he sneers, dropping his head a little to look up at her with dark and dangerous eyes -- a different 'tactic' from his normal dominant posturing. "Y'felt that blackness closin' on yer eyes an' you wanted it." As he gets closer he flares his nostrils and coughs at her, clicking his teeth. "Just like y'want that big male on yer, huffin' at yer, -controlin'- yer; an' you'd use 'im juuuuust t'get yer little pups. An' when they see their brother's comin' for 'em, I 'ope y'remember wot yer put yerself through t'get'im." Fantasies? Absolutely. But his purpose seems to be to antagonize his sister, but the reason why is a little more elusive.
Anu is is not known for her patience, kindness, or tolerance. She can - and will - only take so much. She's done with words, and she's decided her brother is, too. Tyr - he doesn't know anything. The instant he's done describing that hateful life, she lunges. A snarl rips from her jaws and she tries to lock her fangs on anything- his leg, his muzzle, his ear - and drag it down. Drag him down. Shut him up. Tear out his throat.
He really had no chance to defend himself but at least in the split second before Anu's teeth clamp around the top half of his muzzle, he knows that it's coming. His shriek is involuntary. In an instant he can feel the blood dripping down his lips and teeth, burning iron on his tongue and in a strange moment of stillness, seems to hear a single droplet hit and disturb the grains of sand below. Then he is a flurry of motion, wrenching his muzzle from side to side to dislodge Anu's grip on him, to club his head at her, fangs snapping in retaliation. He'd been lower than her and his frantic search to find flesh between his teeth steers him toward the soft underside of her throat. His body seems to wrench, back paws shifting in the sand and struggling to keep balance.
That will teach him to run his mouth. But Anu won't stop, not now. She's been angry with him before, but never like this. As he twists and fights, she tries to dig her teeth into somewhere more lethal. It seems he has a similar strategy, though, as she feels fangs brush much too close to her throat. His blood burns in her mouth and spurs her on. The she-wolf's paws scramble for purchase, and she tries to propel herself toward him- into him. It's an attempt to use her frame to her advantage. Her sturdy body means that while she may not be as tall as her brother, it's easier to knock him over. And that's exactly what she's aiming for. Her forelegs whip out, trying to push him, distract him, anything. She tries to slam her head against him, though she's wary of his maw. Her own body lashes this way and that, never staying in one spot for more than an instant.
His sister gets a solid crack at the side of his head that sends him reeling to one side, seconds later he's knocked hard in the chest and stumbles back on unsteady paws. Tyr narrows now clouded over eyes, snapping his jaws at the dark shape where he last saw Anu but she's already moved. The male lands hard on the ground as his legs are knocked out from under him, though he meets the onslaught from above with heavy growls that seem to be approaching panic and relentless snaps of teeth. He lashes out with his fore and hind paws, kicking at what he can still see of his sister; a furious blur of gray fur, but when the blood from the top of his muzzle runs down into his eyes he involuntarily rubs at them with one fore leg, trying to clear his eyes.
It's the opening Anu had been waiting for. He's on the ground. At her mercy. She stands over him, grimacing and grunting as his paws strike her torso. She pushes one hind leg none too gently into his stomach, trying to force the air out. Her eyes are cold and hard as she watches him struggle. She aches to close her jaws around his windpipe, but changes her mind in the last second. With his fore leg up on his muzzle, it's vulnerable indeed. The she-wolf tries to catch it in her teeth while he's blinded. She aims to bite down hard. Not enough to snap it, but enough to make him hurt. She'll break it if she needs to, but hopefully this will be enough to convince him to surrender.
He should count himself lucky. He might, later. Because he's not looking, because he can't see, the sudden and intense pain through his leg is enough to elicit from him a squeal, uncharacteristic of him, but he can't do much else after that once the wind is knocked out of him. In a split second of lucidity, he smiles, remembering the very predicament he had put Anu in before, but then instinct overrides him and he lashes out with his free leg to buffet at his sister. He regrets the action, instantly, feeling her teeth clench hard around his muscles and bones, and finally he stills. It is difficult for Tyr to see, still, but his actions halt and for once in a long while, he submits. Though not completely. The blood at the edge of his eyes sting, but he keeps his gaze trained on Anu above him, unwilling to look away and give her the satisfaction of winning completely. His chest aches and he fights for air, and in the sudden stillness between them all he can hear is the pounding in his ears.
If she breaks his leg, he'll die slowly and painfully. A lingering, weak, pitiful death. She wants to do it. She's never wanted to do anything so badly. It's apparent in her eyes as she stares right back at him. A growl rumbles in her throat at his audacity. She gives one last, sharp squeeze to his foreleg before reluctantly spitting it out. In the end, she can't cripple her own brother. Kill, maybe, but she doesn't want to make him suffer and wither before her eyes. Not yet. Another speech like the one he gave, though...and she might change her mind. Her lips peel back to show her fangs. "Speak. To me. That way /ever/ again, and I'll break all four of your legs and leave you for the cougars to find," she snarls, still looming over him. He can get a good look at her teeth this way. The ones that will be snapping his legs. She hopes he'll keep that in mind.
He blinks. He tells himself it's only because of the burning blood in his eyes. Anu might see it differently. He does it again, gives her that moment of pause, of consideration, before his ears slowly roll forward in silent recognition. A'ight, sister. He accepts that. But it's only a momentary lapse into submission before his muzzle cracks into a grin that cannot quite be called amused. "Blood soldier," he says to her, confirming or perhaps reaffirming, that brother and sister are really no different from one another; their fur might be different colors but in reality they are the same wolf. "It's like lookin' into a still pond." Pfeh.
Good enough. Anu snorts, finally stepping off of her brother. She has nothing to say to him. She sets herself down a little ways from him and sets to cleaning his blood from her jaws. The she-wolf makes sure to take small breaks to glare at him with her loathing apparent. She ought to smack that grin off of his muzzle.
She didn't disagree. She knows that he's right. He waits a respectful moment before slowly rolling to his side, shaking his head to clear the dizziness that realizes has taken residence there, rubbing fiercely at the cuts on his muzzle. His tongue flashes out and he winces at the sharp twinge at the action, his lip curling up in distaste at his own blood; not pleasing to his palette, apparently. With a mixture of a groan, sigh, and dull chuckle, Tyr stands and shakes the desert sand from his coat, not bothering himself to look back at his sister and her likely hateful glares. Alright, they're even at one and one for now. He won't hold that grudge much past sunrise anyway. He sets off into the darkness in search of some water to soothe his throat and get the blood out of his eyes.
With their tempers so raw - Anu's at least - they are better off apart. Her grudge is certainly going to last past sunrise. He said some awful things, and Anu isn't exactly overflowing with forgiveness at the best of times. She does feel a small sense of peace, though, knowing that she has one victory. Maybe, with Ari's help, they /could/ take him home. The she-wolf runs her tongue over her paws, thinking quietly about the possibilities.