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

It was with a sense of deeply annoyed resignation that Thanrir Bloodfang looked down upon his pack from the boulder he was sat on, a growl making its way from his throat as he bit into the tasteless flesh of the grilled rabbit in his claws. What had once been a feared and respected mercenary pack among the Gnoll tribes had become a small group of a mere handful of skilled, but far from unbeatable warriors, and the simple act of thinking of their former glory and subsequent fall from grace made Thanrir bare his fangs at nothing in particular. He loathed what had become of them, especially considering what they had once been, though that loathing never transferred to the members of his pack themselves. He cared for them as a leader should, even if they were far from the smartest bunch of mutts he'd ever met, and even as weak as they had become, he would continue to stand by them all until the end. And, considering how scare food had become recently, that end might be coming sooner than Thanrir would have liked. He took another bite out of his rabbit as that thought passed through his mind, and his furred brow furrowed at the prospect of the potential starvation his pack might face. The rabbit he was eating was the first thing he'd eaten all day, and considering that the sun stood high in the sky at the moment, it made his still unfulfilled hunger all the more understandable. With their size being so small, Thanrir wasn't surprised that his pack hadn't been hired to do any mercenary work for such a long time now, but knowing this didn't change the fact that without work they couldn't make any money, which meant they had to resort to hunting, and while the pack were stellar hunters, there wasn't much prey they could hunt. Rabbits and smaller wildlife, that was all that he and his pack managed to track down and capture nowadays, all the other prey being in the hunting grounds of other, far stronger Gnoll tribes that wouldn't hesitate to slaughter them all should they discover that he had been stealing from them. The last piece of rabbit meat made its way down Thanrir's throat as he thought, and when his teeth met bone he knew that there was only one option left for his pack. He knew of a hut not far from their current resting spot that was supposedly still inhabited even if its appearance did make it look abandoned. It looked to be an easy target for groups of bandits, and as much as Thanrir considered himself to be prideful, he wasn't beneath robbing whoever lived in the hut if it meant his pack would survive for a little while longer. His yellow, somewhat dusky eyes looked towards the forest that was the hut's only means of defense, or at least that was what he thought, and as he bit through the bone of the rabbit, Thanrir decided that's where they needed to go. Alright you flee-ridden heap of mutts, your break is over! It's time to get a move on! He barked out to his pack, his voice sounding like nothing more than the barkings of a dog or wolf to anyone that didn't speak the Gnollish language, and every head in his pack turned towards him with their ears peaked as he stood up on the boulder and rested against his greatsword. There's a hut not far from here that some old hag lives in that's sure to have food of some kind in it. If any of you want to object against robbing whoever lives there you are free to eat my shit while the rest of you better start pack you crap. We're leaving as soon as the sun touches the treetops over there! With a final bark and pointed claw towards the forest housing the hut, Thanrir leaped down from the boulder and began to pack his things, already knowing that none of his men would object when they were as hungry as they were. In just a few minutes, the camp that the pack had made for themselves was taken down and packed away, and at Thanrir's command, they marched towards the forest, unknowing of who it was that inhabited the hut within it.