~Delta Clan's Den~

The charcoal gentleman stopped short of the dens entrance, seeing the his alpha disappearing into the den. A sick smell made the males nostrils flare, blood. His muscles stiffened as he raised his muzzle and further scented the area. A low growl emerged between his fangs as he bore them, noticing immediately that Lily's or Prihor's scent was very faint. His audits picked up on Naomi's paw steps from within, and when they stopped, he entered the den in a hurry, concern and anger filling his bright golden eyes.

His front paws stopped a foot away from Naomi who was now laying on the ground. He gazed down at her with his maw slightly open from his bared ivory fangs. A quick glance up was when he noticed a small pool of blood of where the pups generally sleep. Where was Lily or Prihor? Who had taken them? The scent of the blood was stronger from within and he turned his head away, his eyes shutting tightly and ears folding back. "Poor Lily. She must be frightened.. and Prihor..." the male thought as he narrowed his sight back onto Naomi. The gentleman approached her and leaned back on his hindquarters. He nudged the back of her neck softly, the fur on her neck brushing up against his nose. He murmured, his tone soft but filled with slight tension, "We will get them back, Naomi."

(You spelled my name wrong. ) (Why do I always do that! XD Sorry Yukan~)

"I didn't want to be a part in this war, but I am not going to lose my child, or any other pup..." the she-wolf spoke as she returned the comfort back to him, her snout digging into his neck. Yukan only gazed back at her with soft eyes, agreeing with her words. The males audits pulled forward as he pushed himself forward and onto his feet, his tail swinging with his momentum. The brute followed her outside and only stopped a tails length away as she did. He watched her throw her head back, a loud painful howl bellowing from deep within her throat. It was sharp, and painful to his ears, but the howl was a call for the pack. Yukan only hoped that they would arrive soon so they could begin to plan out how they were going to get the pups back. First, they needed to figure out who took them and where. Anger engulfed his head and he growled deeply at the thought. Whoever took them probably didn't realize the loyalty and extreme protectiveness this pack had over their future. The pain in his side had subsided and he was ready to head out once again, his body burning on adrenaline. Despite his readiness to fight and protect, he knew they had to stratigize wisely.

The male was already deep in thought with several plans on how to track down the pups. Once they found them and discovered out who took them, they could plan an attack or espionage depending on how they wanted to pursue the pup-nappers.  He nodded in content to his own thoughts and turned his optics onto Naomi. They needed to wait for the rest of the pack before they could do anything.

Once Fax heard the angry howl rush through the forest on a breeze to the plain, he started galloping. Faster and faster he went. He burst into the clearing just a few minutes after the call to arms was made. He dragged the chunk of the carcasse into the middle of the grounds. He licked his bloody maw clean, then dipped his maw to the Queen. He didn't saw a word to anybody. They're gone, the voice told him, They're already gone. Kill them all! Kill them all! You shall avenge your Queen! Kill them all! Fax put his nose to the ground and began inhaling dust and scents. Grass pressed down here, there, here, there, here, Fax followed their trail. They came in one way and exited the same way. As if there would be any difference, putting off this experienced wolf. Fax then went into the den, his sides grazing the walls. He smelled... a campfire. But there wasn't any fire, just... "Coal." Fax snarled in fury, then quickly backed out of the den. Young bipeds, a hot coal, okay that all made sense. It was one of the ways of the humans that made them want-- pets. He then addressed all who would listen to him. "Young bipeds came here with a warm coal. They blew on the warm coal, then threw it into the den. Smoke filled the den, and the pups were scared, scratching on the den floor to try to get away from the smoke. But eventually, all must come out, or die. The pups were smoked out, and they then took the pups and backtracked. The pups were to become pets. Were. With your permission, I will go after them." He bowed low to the Queen, then stood with his head bowed, waiting for an answer.