Catch the Rain {OPENED}

The death of their leader had hit the Rhazorn hard, but they had a new leader, the Heart of Rhazorn was strong and had a temper to match when necessary. Do not confuse her for blood thirsty or overly aggressive, the mastiff is merely passionate and caring- in fact, she cared a little too much for the former alpha, Bailey and when Ptolemy had ripped her to shreds, leaving her torn and bleeding body for the buzzards and crows, it had changed the mastiff. No longer did she view the wolves as a livable irritation, she wanted to rid the city of them for good- to chase them from the woods and mountains and far from them. The French mastiff had the heart and the bite to do it; too, she just needed the support of her pack.

The earthy scent of wolves rarely appeared in the city, such a thing was such a rarity that if ever found it would have immediately been investigated by the dogue de Bordeaux. Here, on the beach, by the salty ocean and the wrecked ship, it was different, the smell of wolf was not always there, but it was always at the very least expected- and never a shock. It didn’t surprise the Bordeaux one bit when she walked down the boardwalk. Still, it did ignite an odd, unheard of rage in the mastiff, making her muscles flex and her fur to bristle. Instinctively her large wrinkled skull dropped a few inches and her stride turned from one of power and grace to that of a stalking movement. The tight muscles rolled under her skin, emphasizing the muscle and pure strength she was capable of.

There was no guess in where the wolf was; he could only be in the ship, as he was not on the outside deck. Naturally, just as she was about to board the burly white beast appeared, causing her to pause in her stride. Momentarily finding herself thinking it was the murderer Ptolemy that she saw before her, but no, a quick sniff told her otherwise, this was just one of his ‘soldiers’. Her lips twitched as she hoisted her hulking frame onto the deck. “You’re a little far from home, aren’t you?” Her tone was flat, dangerous. Even an arctic wolf could find the threat she posed. She was not the heaviest of dogs, but what she lacked in weight she made up for in muscle, size and quickness. The 30 inch high dog was capable of injuring the wolf before her and by the copper stare she gave it was clear that sending a painful message was exactly her intention. The wolf before her would not leave without wounds, as she was certain she wouldn’t either, but it would be worth it and her message would be sent. Ptolemy had started a war and the Rhazorn were not going to sit idle under the direction of their new Heart.