Jethro shifts so he is back upon his paws, a faint snort escaping him as he goes while taking everything in. His ears flick forward while he wants for Bone to speak it seems. He is the one that had gotten them this far, the one that told them they could and would do anything and take out whom ever could stand in there way...So he waits for the answer. His head tilts to peer at Nyx an the others before his attentiond settles on Jayta...
He blinks, head lifting as he watches the female wondering when she came back, or did she ever leave? He'll have to question her later it seems. Hearing Bone he grins, floppy lips pulled back to bare his fangs and he lifts his head to let out a rich barking howl to join in the others.
To fight, fighting it what he does, he was born at it and he will die fighting... Though as far as he sees it won't be anytime soon.
As for Toby getting the rabbit from the wolf, he does catch sight of this, amusement clearly seen and a half snortle of a chuckle escapes him. Though he won't comment on it just yet, it at all.
So the wolves are plotting. Joining forces with another pack? Nyx knows not how truthful this wolf’s words are, but they do sound … reasonable. An ousted pack, looking for revenge. Hoping to reclaim these fruitful lands and seeking aid to do it. They are growing their ranks. Preparing for war. Her weight is slightly shifted against her paws, black claws pressing against the earth below. She is ready. These lands //are// fruitful. They’ve strengthened her, fattened a once too thin body, the way of the pack has kept her alert, and a healthy amount of paranoia never hurts.
And now, this wolf is painting the image of glory in her head. Your average dog likely does not lust for a fight, but she does, and despite herself a grin etches over her face. Greedy. Lustful. Oh yes, she wants this chance for glory, and such sentiments are echoes around her in the form of barks and growls. Her eyes look to Bone and Bone only. Jatya. Who is that? A dog of such insignificance, a too young non threat that she does not and has not been one that she has bothered to know. She’s once face in a sea o face, but right now, only one face matters, and as Bone voices is war cry, her head angles up and her bark joins the other, stub tail wagging.
As Grim's plan unfolds, and as the other dogs react to it, Jatya's eyes widen.
It's lucky for her the attention of the rest is drawn by Bone's pronouncement, because she can't hide the concern, the fear that passes over her expression. But then, she's hardly a dog known for her bravery; perhaps they'd just think it more of the same insignificance and weakness, if any of them notice.
At the moment, she's terrified. As the others bark, Jatya is silent, and as they gather to prepare for glorious battle, she begins to slink away.
Jatya came here today for another look at the dogs - a glimpse of the full pack, or as close to it as she could manage.
She's gotten that glimpse, and more. Today, Jatya has seen far, far more than she ever expected. Now, knowing what she knows, the fearful, meek sled-dog tries to slip quietly away.
Grim could care less about Bone's troubles or the weight of the crown he carries, but there is perhaps a token of appreciation that it is Bone who carries it. Otherwise, who's to say another would so eagerly accept a gift that no doubt promises death, be it them or they? Bone's words sends a cruel smile crawling across Grim's muzzle, every bit appearing like the proverbial 'wolfish grin' with all it's dark intentions. For a moment, Grim just stands there and listen as Bone's voice rallies the surrounding dogs, how his words feed their hunger and lust for glory. And while it matters not to him, Grim cannot help but reflect upon the sight and think that dogs are not so unalike from wolves. How amusing that each should desire to destroy the other.
All thoughts of wonderment and philosophy aside, golden eyes return to look upon Bone, the wolf's gaze ever piercing with wild intensity and a eagerness all his own. "After you have bolstered your ranks together, prepares for a days travel. Follow the river south, through the marshes, then turn west and stay between the banks of the narrow creek. The pack will be found near the falls, they have utilized a cave behind as a den. Dawn should find most of them very near to there."
With nothing more left to say, Grim just gives his head a slight dip in closing after Bone should show signs of acknowledging what was said. Then, just as quickly and purposefully that he came, Grim takes his leave. For his part, he still has a loose end to takecare of, but at least this one promises to be something of a pleasure. No point in letting the dogs have all the fun, now is there?
(OOC: Stabby-stab-stabs real life! Sorry for the delay on this folks.)