In the time it had taken her to adjust to this life, to this pack, so much had changed. Everything changed. Alpha Steele was no more, and she watched the change of power happen in silence. She did nothing. She did not care. She heard that Nyx had disappeared, the only wolf she had actually made contact with within the pack. The fae did not seem to like her, but she had no reason really to. Naomi had not been the best wolf at the border, she knew this, yet it changed nothing. The beta allowed her entrance and so she made her way to the pack. Wolves had been promoted or demoted, she was never completely sure as she kept to herself. She did not mind the changes, and she did not care for the drama. The rumors spread through the pack like a wild fire, consuming everything it its path. Nothing was safe from the lies which filtered around the area. Instead, she kept to herself. She stayed to the dark edges of the pack, keeping from the rest of the world. On this evening, the moon was high in the sky, bright and brilliant. Her green eyes stared at the massive orb, hanging between the clouds. The moon was a beautiful thing, the most beautiful she had seen. She stared to it, standing before her den, but something caught her attention. Something outside of the pack grounds was drawing her attention. Naomi moved from the pack lands, heading for other regions that her Alpha had claimed. As she stepped through the lands, her paws crushed the fresh life beneath them. Her tail hung delicately between her legs. She headed for the other terrain, uncertain as to where she would go. As she drew nearer, the sound of water peaked an interest in her mind. What was this place? She had wandered the territory so many times, but never had she seen this one. From the smell of it, she could tell the new Alpha had been here. He claimed this land, this very spot and the others around it. Taking a few steps closer to the water, she found herself slipping into the the very cold water. It had been rushing over much faster than she had even thought. The water covered her head as she struggled to breach to the surface. Her paws splashes and thrashed around as she kicked harder and harder than before. If someone did not come and help her, she would not be able to fight it alone. "Help!" she barked as her head broke through the waves and called out to the pack. But who would be awake at this time?

She could not hear the plunge of a large male into the water close to her. All she could hear were the waves crashing against her form and the walls of the creek around her. She did not know which direction was up, but soon was pulled from under the waves and helped onto a large object. She was too out of it to think it was a wolf. She thought it was a log or something inanimate. But when she was heaved onto the dry land, she could feel her lungs filled with water. She coughed and tried to stand on her paws, but she had been beaten by the water too much. she choked on it as it slipped from her ivory jaws and splashed to the floor. She coughed and heaved as much as she could. Finally she was able to stand on her four feet. she did not know this wolf, but he smelled newer to the territory. She had been a Warrior since Steele was Alpha of these lands, and the Beta position was held by Nyx. She looked to her savior, a male slightly larger than her and her features met his gaze back. "Thank you for saving me, it seems the water was much higher than I had expected. Next time, I shall be more careful. You may go now, brute." It was silly of her to be prideful right now, he just saved her life, but she was not a weak wolf. She would not bend down to his wishes or get all emotional over her life lasting another day. She was grateful, but just barely. Instead she would have saved herself. Her cry for assistance was not completely needed. All she wanted was to be home in her den.

"You think I don't know that already? It's dark out here. the water is hard to see, and yet you wish to try and be an ass to me. I did nothing to you. You could have allowed me to drown, but instead you chose to save me. I will not thank you again, nor will I show you an compassion for what you did. If you don't like it, tough. Now go. It was not a request but I do not need a guardian watching over me. I can handle myself just fine." Naomi stared at him, her emerald gaze meeting his own. As she looked over him, he was rather handsome, she would admit to nobody. The warrior stared at him, not wishing to back down from her commands towards him. In her mind she had been here longer and therefore held seniority over him. If only she had been given a rank of importance over he, then and only then could she force him out of her sight. She had come here for solace, but instead found intrusion. Naomi decided to irritate him, perhaps she could force him to leave if she were annoying. "So what is the name of my savior? So that I may tell the other faes about how strong and courageous you are. That will really make them pine for you. I am Naomi, Warrior of Erenyx. I am sure they would all love to hear the tale of how you risked your own life, certain death, to save a complete stranger. I can just imagine their 'oohs' and 'aaahs' as they hear of your bravery. Surely such a strong male carries a strong name as well." She spun her web of lies. She would tell no wolf of his actions. Not a single one. Instead she would keep it to herself and probably never think of it again.

Anger a weekend in the front of her mind. He was only a few inches taller than she, at best. But his attitude was enough to make her no longer care about their differences. "I seriously don't understand what your problem is. It doesn't matter what does or does not hang between my legs, but I will not accept being called that. We are both Warriors. If anything I have more time in this pack than you, so really, you should be answering to me. Speak I'll to me again and you shall regret it." she snarled as she bared her teeth to him. She stared at him with an intensity she had not yet stared at another wolf in this pack with. Her heart beat quickly in her body as her adrenaline courses through her blood. She was amped and ready to rock. If he truly desired a fight, then she would be more than happy to oblige him. Her tail no longer hung in a neutral stance, it was now level with her spine, ready to wave it above her back like the war banner on the battlefield. Her keen ears listened for any signs of an unwanted guest or movements from he male. Her eyes stared at him intently, barely blinking in the interest to not miss a thing. "Your parents must have been worthless not to teach such a thing as manners to a lady. Or perhaps you were just the bastard pup of an Omega bitch? Or perhaps your attitude was birthed from the very monster of a fae, who said she loved you but left you out to hang? And now you walk around these lands thinking you are better than a female just for the fact that you are larger than them. Well let me tell you something brute, you are not much taller than me and I do not fear you. I am not little. Now I will not say it again... Leave!" she barked at him as she lifted her head high, as well as her tail. Her coat was still completely soaked, but drying off was not a matter to her. Remnants of her winter coat still stuck around in places of her body, but she did not care. Nobody would speak like that to her and get away with it.

And soon he answered her with a stupid laugh. This only angered her more than she was already. Bastard, I will make you devour your words, she thought to herself. As she stared at him, she showed no emotion, just stood there like a stone. She waited for him to finish speaking and then took a small pause to allow all what he had said to sink in. She connected the dots within her mind and formulated the words she was going to say next. "Sounds like I just about got it right with you. You were born pathetic. Now you try to push yourself harder and make others think you are so stupendous and amazing, though truly you are just a fool. Being birthed from a healer is nothing to be proud of. And killing a healer is a task pups should be taking at their first year of life. You speak of such vile things like you are the best thing to wander these lands. You are useless. You are pathetic. Here young pup, why don't I sing you to sleep instead? That seems like something you would prefer instead of having to fight me." She stared at him, unwavering in her stance. He was nothing to her, just a wolf who wished to be in her way. And how annoying he was as well. She hated his attitude, one she had heard many of the males here had shared. Females were considered incompetent, but Naomi knew it not to be true. He should know better, knowing more females held high ranks instead of males here.

Silver eyes peered into the dark of night. Like a snake in the grass she moved with ease over the terrain. She did not know what she wanted, but she knew her stomach had been churning all day. Her tail flicked from side to side behind her body. Her eyes stayed ahead of her, looking left and right as she swayed and coursed through to the water she wanted to drink from. But as she approached, she heard the voices of two creatures. Her nose sifted through the smells around her. She blocked off the water, and other small mammals that had been hiding in the shrubs. She discovered the two were canines. Wolves. How interesting this would be for her. Slinking through the shadows, she moved effortlessly downwind of them. Around them were some larger boulders. She made note of them, and would utilize them soon enough. As she listened she could tell the two of them were having an argument, a juicy one. It had been a long time since she had tasted the luscious flavors of wolf meat. But tonight if she could turn the wolves on each other completely, then she might just be able to consume the meat she wished to try. Now was the time to act, to draw their attention and lure them to one another. Running quickly to the large rock, she leaped up to the peak and rested there, curling her tail over her body. Now she had the height advantage over them. "Well well well, what have we here?" she asked as she looked to them both with a twisted smile. "It seems the two of you need a mediator of sorts.. Please, allow me to help this hopeless fae and the strange mother's boy.. Perhaps fighting will be the best way to get your points across one to the other?"

"You know nothing of my past. My father was the Alpha male of his pack and he controlled it as his own. Not a single female stood by his side, for all were to mate with he alone. When my mother birthed her litter, he had planned for a strong litter, males and all that wonderful thing legends speak of. Instead, he got all females. For that reason alone my mother was forced to be an Omega. I trained hard for myself and my sisters, as I was the largest and only one who would protect us. I warded off all males, but one night one got to me, forced me against my will during my first heat and he imprgnated me with his vile seed. I birthed those pups in secret, but when my father discovered I was nowhere to be found, he hunted me down and killed my babies right before my eyes. My whole life I have trained to keep myself safe from males like you. And I will not stop now.." she said as her head quickly jerked to see the large cat standing above them. Snarling she bared her fangs to the feline. Apparently the male knew what it was, but she did not. It was just some large predator she had only heard about. She stepped away from him, looking at the great cat, and spoke quietly. "We will not play your games, feline.."

As she sat upon the boulder, she stared down at the others. The two dogs seemed to be close to one another or something interesting like that. Perhaps it was their puppy ways, that wolves should stick together. She smiled to them, cruel and intentional. Her tail curled over her paws, rising and falling as she thought over the words they spoke. "Silly little wolves. What you do not know is that one of you is greater than the other... If you want my honest opinion, the lesser of the two of you, would be the male. Yes, you boy with your bright green eyes. I see a great fire within this female here, and I think she could truly out do you. You are nothing compared to the female." she struck at the male's mind. She knew there was no male in these lands that would allow a female to best him. There was no way these two wolves were going to get away with everything. Males were too concerned with being better than anyone around them. He seemed to be the most suspicious of her intentions and she did not like it. "Are you going to prove to her that you are the better wolf? Because I think you just look foolish doing nothing.."

"You do not respect females. You have shown none to me. How can you even begin to think I will listen to anything you have to say like that? I do not believe you. If you truly did respect females, then you would have showed me a better deal of kindness than you have on this night." She took her eyes off him, and instead of waiting for the feline to speak again, she turned her attention to it. Her tail curled over her spine and her teeth were exposed in the night. She brushed her tongue over the fangs, holding the stare with the feline. "Though I appreciate your trust in my abilities cat, I know you are doing this for the wrong reason. I am not sure just what you are looking for the gain from us fighting, but it will not happen. Not in this night and not before you. Instead, we will show you what it means to meddle with two wolves.. Nay, two warriors of the strongest pack in the vast lands controlled by canines. So why don't you scurry on back home before you become nothing but something from the past?" Naomi snarled and growled to the feline as she moved away from Raymond even more. The nameless warrior seemed to be rounding away from her, he probably had a plan, but so did she. Somehow these two stubborn wolves would have to figure out a way to work as a team, to work as one. But who would make the first move? Would the feline attack first or would it be the testosterone-filled hooligan?

How these games of speaking were becoming tiring to the female. She did not likes these foolish puppy games. They spoke far too much about things she did not care of. They talked and talked and carried on as if she had not been sitting here. Allowing her claws to spread from her paws, they scratched along the stone, leaving small marks in its place. She kneaded the rock the best she could, sharpening and perfecting her razor-like talons. She held the noises of irritation within. Wolves and their drama. When the female was finally done and both sets of green eyes were on her, she smiled and stood from her seated position. Calculating the amount of weight she would need to hoist herself from this very boulder, she thought about it carefully. As the wolves started to move from their initial positions, she felt that they were drawing near to her. She purred gently as the air of battle filled the scene around them. She smiled a wicked stare to them both, and moved on the rock as if she was going to launch herself at Raymond. But instead of doing such a thing, she forced her body to leap from the rock and land hard against the female wolf. she tried to use her weight to push the dog down, and even scraping her claws against her body as she came down. She roared as she came down and landed to the ground. Her attacks were all directed towards Naomi, leaving her body open to any attacks from the male.

She had been watching the puma, listening to the male bicker back to her. That was not doing anything, no matter what he said. This feline was here for something and speaking to it would do nothing to stop it. When it turned on the boulder, she could only think of all the pain those claws would cause. She watched as they scraped across the surface of the large rock. The noise alone bothered her delicate ears. They were so sensitive to the sound, it was insane. Lunging from the rock, she was sure the beast was going to attack Raymond, but soon the cat hurled itself towards her. Naomi immediately took a defensive stance, jaws a gap and tail tucked between her legs. She could do nothing to stop the attack, it was too late. When the feline collided with her body, the two of them crashed to the floor. Pain ripped through her spine as the claws raked against her. She did not release any noise or show any pain in the attack. She was emotionless, trying to keep it all in, in an effort to not give an advantage to the feline. The large cat was powerful, she could tell. Raymond had attacked the cat, hoping to pry it off of her. She moved to her paws and pushed up on all four as she hoisted the cat from her back. She tried to reach for the feline, going for one of her legs. She tried to latch on the best that she could, but it was not easy. If she missed, she would try to force the cat off of her completely and go for a dangerous spot.

Coming down on the female wolf was a success. The weight of both of their bodies crashed to the ground. Her claws had dug in deep, scratching along her back as she felt her shoulder being attacked. As she felt the pain, she moved off the wolf and swung her paw at the male. Her claws were extended and ready to rip away any flesh she made contact with. The noises that came out of her sounded like a monster, a hideous beast. She wanted to be as scary and powerful as she could be. If her attack hit the male in the face, then she would follow it with a pounce, attacking him and trying to force his body to the ground as well. But it would leave her back exposed to the female wolf. If her attack missed, she would find a way to get back to the high ground and go for yet another aerial attack. The puma knew how to take advantage of the wolves. They had claws, but their bodies could not do everything that she could. For instance, they could not climb trees or lunge onto things as she could. Their pathetic bodies were not built for such actions. They were more ground-propelled warriors, seeking anything on land and using their numbers to defeat their opponents. Two wolves should be easy.

(Sorry Raymond! Due to my lack of activity... Both wolves got away with few scratches and cuts, while the feline bounded away.)