Hell is my home..(OPEN)

The ebonite wolf returned from patrolling the border, trotting with a easy swagger that rocked his large body. Ares was larger than most of his kind, despite his species being the biggest of all the wolves, his muscles rippling visibly under a sleek and heavy pelt. He knew of his strength, his fighting skills that he led him to become successful in the pack. So much so that he was now second in command, dominant over all but one in the Hell Pack. A sneer crossed his remarkably handsome features at the thought of all the suckers who tried and failed to reach where he had. The heavy-weight canine let his paws sink into the sand slightly as he slowed to a walk, the warmth soothing his rough pads. He enjoyed the solitude of being able to go off and do as he pleased, yes. It was just at that moment a blur of dark fur and a familiar scent whizzed by his nose. Ares growled slightly, though peeled back his inky lips to reveal sharp fangs; relishing in Zecora's thick scent. Though the boy was not one at all to fall for girls, nor was he in any way a lovesick puppy, Ares could not deny himself the opportunity to admire the Hell spy again. She was witty and provocative, his perfect lady and he snickered lowly to himself. The Hell Beta wondered silently as to why she was racing past in the midday sun, when the potent odor of a rogue male poisoned his mood.

Standing up taller now, arching his back a little and raising his hackles, the huge ebony male let a low thunderous snarl rip from his larynx. The tawny wolf came into sight, his childish cockiness clear to see. He was only a pup, a mere loner, nothing but an arrogant young fool with nothing to show for himself. Pathetic. Ares was not a kind-hearted wolf, he was cold and calculating. He judged others on first impressions and it was hard to change his mind once it was set. And his impression of this male was not a good one. He heard the long howl that sounded from his packmate and Ares swung to follow the pair immediately. His authoritativeness plan for all to see in the way he strode after them and the gleam in his eye, hostility burning ferociously. No stranger walked on his lands, their lands, and got away with it. Snarling he encroached upon the leaner male; "Now then boy, I suggest you start using that tongue of yours to explain yourself. Before I rip it out of your puny mouth."