I've a Job for You

[nero]

Nero had grown up into a very dashing young wolf. He was not yet fully adult, but his sinewy form and sure movements made him seem older than he really was. And he was healthy and strong. Sometimes, the young wolf wondered why he didn’t just off his mother himself, but then he remembered that there was something he wanted more than the Bathsheba’s death. He wanted her throne.

It had been several months since he decided that this was all for the greater good. That in this unfolding drama, he played the Hero rather than the Villain. He took it on himself to take in the traits that he considered heroes to have. Clearheadedness. Sacrifice. Physical strength. Grace. Wrath behind peacefulness. Resourcefulness. These traits made an effective savior, but also, a dangerous foe.

Nero moved easily through the jungle. His growing body forged a path as he moved and his horns nudged the vegetation open for him to step through before they sprang back together, leaving no wake. However, Nero was not an idiot, he knew the stories about the Mafia. Respect was something that they valued. His stub of a tail was angled slightly toward the ground and he kept his expression soft.

“Hello?” His voice was maturing, sometimes cracking. That always bothered him, but he still continued. “Anybody here?” Nero confidently smiled. “I think I have something you’d like.”

[Flynn]

The jungle was still alive even if the rest of the world was dying in the fall. Birds and strange creatures called though the trees. The brush shifted as unseen beings moved through them. It didn't seem to be as oppressive as the summer months had been, but one creature had preferred the smoldering summer. His black eyes gleamed out from under the shrubs, his sharp nose wrinkled, he opened his mouth exposing red-capped rodent like teeth as he tasted the scents around him.

An intruder. Of course. The small, scrawny male moved out from under his hiding place. Nap time was over, time to work. He moved easily through the jungle, his small size allowing him to fit through his premade tunnels in the vegetation. His ears swiveled, he heard a voice not to far off. The myou relied on his nose and ears most of all his senses. He brislted to make himself look a little larger as he came out of a small clearing. He saw the silhouette of a larger male, at first he thought it was Sparta. But his nose told him otherwise.

"Who are you....." He curled his lip to expose his oddly colored fangs. Wolves that came to this part of the packlands were usually looking to join...or for offering jobs. Either way strangers came here, and Flynn was usually the one ....greet them.