[Contest] Magoth

[Okiba]

"Lo'gosh is the spirit of the Hunter, the animals instinct that kicks in when one smells food or see's ones children in jeopardy . He has always been with us, a part of our Horde, in our instincts and in our blood" -  Takrik Ragehowl

The scent danced and traced across the frozen ground, a pattern of tastes and sensations filling the mind with images of warm fires and fresh meats. The noises boomed and rose, making the ears prick up and hone in on each individual sound. Talbuk dripping fat over a roaring fire, the clang and rumble of Two legged ones as they make their songs and drink their Falling down water.

It all led to this great door that sat ajar, The glow of many cooking pits radiating outward. Wearily he padded in through the open Archway, his bright golden eyes forgetting the dark night  to adjust to the light of the hall. All around sat the Two-legs, eating their meat, drinking their drink .In between and on the floor sat the other Worg's, Eating raw meats or tussling over bones. Most had Thick black fur, Some had Brown, some we're big, but none as large as Magoth.

Meat... Warmth... Alpha...

It had been a long day of hunting, but whereas usually The brown faces of the two-legs used to all turn and look, suspicious or fearful, now so many moons later only their pups take notice. small feet carrying small bodies to place small brown hands on his dark black fur. scratching behind his pointed ears, Welcoming him home.

He Admired their courage, his towering muscled frame made the elder two legs nervous, but their pups quickly learned not to be afraid. He Sniffed their hands and faces in greeting, each had their own identity and quirks even at only a few winters old. The short fat male that smelled of the fermented milks his mother, the muscled male who reeked of sweat from his tussling with the other males, and the tiny clean female who tugged at a doll. She smelled sweetest of all, had the pack of wolves and the pack of two-legs not united she would of made a meal to be treasured indeed.

That, and she was the Alpha's youngest.

"Magoth!" Came the Bellowing call from the end of the hall. Atop a wooden seat flanked by braziers sat the Alpha. His sharp green eyes piercing, his hand beckoning to come forward.

Obey...

He complied, nuzzling each of the pups briefly in turn, before padding off toward the one the two-legged ones called 'Kraag', his Alpha. Brushing his snout against his huge open hands he was rewarded with a firm scratching behind the ears and a pat on his flanks. Magoth Growled lowly, circling and seating himself on his haunches to the right of the Alpha, Who's hand lowered itself to scratch behind his ear.

Home... Rest...

It was an un-rivalled place of dominance to sit beside the Alpha as his companion. The Two-legs may of been the ones in charge, but the Worg's benefited most from this friendship. No longer did they have to scavenge rotten carcasses, prey on lone Two legs or hope for a lost Talbuk in these desolate mountains.

A Hunter and his pup approached the Alpha, holding up a wooden platter. Atop it sat two large Talbuk legs, one roasted well and the other still dripping with blood and gore. Kraag took his own and lowered the Raw leg, placing it in Magoth's huge jaws.

"Eat Well Friend" Uttered the Alpha, sitting up to bite a chunk from his own meal.

Meat... Blood...

Magoth's jaws crushed the bone and tore the flesh, bloody juices spilling across his fangs. tearing and ripping he considered, Joining the Two-legs under their Alpha had been wise. The Worg's starved no more, They travelled below the mountains to the golden plains to hunt the Clefthoof. Some Two legs would ride on a Worg's back, others would run beside them with their wooden fang throwers. But not the Alpha, he rode atop Magoth's back, baying him to sink his teeth into Flesh, crushing bone while axe cleaved and hewed.

Hunt... Pack... Survive...

When they returned from the hunt, not only would they share in the feast, eating far better than they ever would of picking off the two legs they had previously hunted, but they also had warm fires and shelter. All things the growing pups need, Magoth's mates newest litter had been large and hungry for milk, while the winter was cold. Instead of leaving them outside to the mercy of the freezing wind, the Two legs brought the pup's into their homes, gave them furs and fire to be warm. They had cared for them as if they were their own.

Magoth finished the last pieces of flesh and gristle on the bone, letting the broken fragments bounce down the step to the halls floor, and their she stood, looking at him fondly. The Alpha's youngest pup, the female smiled, flashing her brown tusks. walking hazardously up the steps with her doll in tow, she sat beside Magoth, and nestled herself against his side form the warmth of his thick black fur. She trusted him, the alpha Trusted him.

Family... Trust...

He turned and licked her forehead , she made that noise all two legs make when amused and fell into a deep sleep, tugging at his fur. His memory rolled back some months to when the Worg's were still integrating themselves into the village, and how the trust they had offered had been nearly betrayed.

Trust... Betrayer...

Magoth growled for a moment, the betrayer had been stalking around the space the two legs pups would play and tussle in. 'One-eye' was big, and old, but not as big as Magoth, or as young. His eye had been taken by a charging Talbuk, and so hunting for him was harder.

Weak...

He'd stalk around that spot on the days, watching the pups play, watching the elder two legs come and go. Judging the best time to snatch one and run for a safe spot to devour his meal. but Magoth knew, He'd seen him stalking and drooling at the mouth as he thought with anticipation at the meal to come. Magoth acted and that night snuck up on One-eye from his blind side, tearing his weak throat out in front of the whole pack and all the Two-legs when they sat at the fires for food. No Worg dared to look at another pup the same way since. The Trust of the Two legs would not be betrayed.

Pack... Alpha... Protect...

Magoth placed his huge head on the cool ground, shutting his eyes while the two legs howled their songs and clanged their flagons. His ears twitching with every thump of drinking bowls and deep laugh. his mind beginning to wonder to the future...

Pack Grow... New Alpha... New Companions...

He considered what the future leader of the Worg's would have to be like. He would need to be many things.

Strong... Ferocious... Trust Two-legs... Protect Two-legs... Smart... Cunning...

And before he finally drifted into sleep, feeling the warmth of the fires and the comfort of a full belly he decided one last thing a Worg leader must be above all else...

...Shrewd