Thread: Queen of the Pack ((Maxaro & ViperFang))

Murrow! Thanrir snarled angrily as he roughly yanked the salivating Gnoll away from the window by the scruff of his neck, ignoring Murrow's pained whining as he landed in a heap on the ground, the rest of the pack merely watching as their leader growled darkly and bared his fangs towards them all. Their previous laughter immediately quieted down. Listen up, I'm only telling you mutts this once. We're here for food. Nothing else. You can find something to fuck later, right now we're going to get something to eat. Thanrir barked, his eyes zeroing in on where Murrow still laid on the ground, fixing the warrior with a stare that told him that if he didn't control himself then his odds of living until tomorrow were very low. It wasn't often that he got as angry as he was at this moment, but with how hungry he was and what an absolute pain traversing the forest surrounding Nou's hut had been, any calm was washed away. His stomach had been growling for what felt like an eternity, his body was sore and tired from the journey, and as a final annoyance, he was itching all over from having accidentally stepped on one of the many plants in the forest. Thanrir's patience had ran out long ago. He was just about to give the pack the order to break in and to kill Nou, when suddenly a thought hit him. It came from out of nowhere, or at least that's what it felt like to Thanrir, but still he couldn't ignore it. The anger he'd felt a mere moment ago was forgotten, his mind being filled with only one thought, one command . Take the woman out of the hut yourself, then let them raid. If his pack noticed any change in Thanrir's behavior they didn't show it, staying quiet as their leader seemingly thought deeply about something. Their ears stayed alert even though hunger and fatigue continued to gnaw at them all, and desire at only a few. After a moment, Thanrir turned around, looking through the window that Murrow had been licking no long ago, his gaze roaming over Nou's beautiful face. He... didn't want to kill and eat her anymore. He was so hungry, but he just couldn't bring himself to want to devour this woman. Something stopped him from doing so. With a frown adorning his brow, Thanrir looked at his pack for only a moment before deciding what to do. I'm going in there first, you all spread out and search for anything else valuable here until I'm finished. When I give the signal, and only then, you can loot the house. If you protest, then you'll be the one we're eating today, he growled at the pack, his tone leaving no room for argument, even if many of the Gnolls did want to argue against his orders. Thanrir had no intention of going through with his threat, and his pack knew that, but still they followed his command and spread out to investigate the area without much more than a few irritated snarls. The Gnoll leader all the while stared through the window of the hut again, before shaking his head and unsheathing his greatsword, preparing himself to brake the door down. Then an idea struck him. It was a stupid idea, but he figured he should at least check it out. Not expecting any positive result, Thanrir pushed against the door. It opened. It hadn't been locked it seemed. The Gnoll leader just released a mixture of a sigh and a growl before stepping through the doorway and entering the hut, his slitted, yellow eyes finally looking down on the beautiful woman laid out on the bed. Who are you? He asked simply, his voice deep and powerful even while his pronunciation of the human words slightly were stilted.