Mackenzie Falls

Connor frowned, looking at Kai. "I'm not Mr. Kenwoof" he said, sitting down, and watching his fur flop down as he finished scratching his itchy spot. He shrugged, and continued to scratch. He grinned in pleasure and satisfaction, enjoying that he could scratch that itchy place.

Connor grinned. "Alright then, good luck finding a teacher, grasshopper" he barked, before stretching himself, and brushing his fur with his tongue. He spat out the fur strands, before standing up and shaking his pelt. He yawned, then looked for Lucha or Ken'ichi to talk with.

The ivory male slid smoothly into the area, ears pricked. His icy blue eyes scanned the area, calmly gazing around at the other canines gathered around the falls. Blizzard paid no real attention to what was going on around him, and simply stalked over to a shallow pool of water. He sat near its edge, gazing into the depths of the refreshing liquid.

Blizzard yawned, paying no attention to the dingo (Hurricane) that trotted up to him. After a few seconds he calmly looked at the male and voiced, "I did not come here of my own choice, and I know you are going to ask this, so I might as well say it. My name is Blizzard." His icy blue gaze then wandered to the sky, as the male had no interest in sharing anything more than his name to strangers.

Blizzard slowly turned his head as a maned wolf trotted up to him and started sniffing him. "Do you always go up, rudely sniff, and tell newcomers the obvious?" He inched away slightly and gave his white fur a quick lick, keeping an icy blue eye on the maned wolf.

Blizzard looked quite bored as the female walked away. Insults had absolutely no effect on him. He yawned, dropping to the ground, letting his head drop to his paws, all the while maintaining his bored expression.

Connor walked up to Hurricane, looking at the strangers. He saw Hurricane dealing with the snow-white male, so he directed to the female. He offered a small smile, before nodding. "Of course, welcome to the pack." He stated, "what's your title?" He questioned, sitting down on his flanks, tapping his tail.

Connor nodded, suddenly feeling awkward, and watching as the female laid down, showing submission. "Eh... n-no worries, you're now a member, no need to show any submission right n-now" he said, having it difficult to speak to females. He blinked, and shuffled his paws, before clearing his throat and nodding at the female again.

Connor turned to her. "N-no it's fine, r-really" he mumbled, trying to keep the authority in his accent. His only weakness, speaking to females. Nothing else. He sighed, and continued to watch the rest of the members. He scratched his itchy spot again, before comfortably sitting again.

Connor eyed the female, and he just had to confess. "Sorry, I'm not used to speak to...... females" he mumbled, before replying. "Connor" he replied, standing up, and stretching his muscles, hoping that he was less stressed. He sighed, and sat down again.

Connor turned to face Hazel. He looked at the distance for a while. "I'm Native American, but my father's from England or Europe" he said, hoping not to reveal any more personal information. He just didn't want to get recognized as one of the most successful canine assassins in the known lands.

Blizzard watched the two (Hazel and Conner) converse for a while, and then he quietly slipped away. He sniffed at the ground, caught the scent of a young hare, and followed it. Soon enough, he found a plump hare nibbling on a tiny patch of grass. His ice blue eyes bore into its pack, and the wolf slid smoothly across the ground. When he was a leg's length away, Blizzard's right forepaw shot out and fell upon the hare, snapping its neck instantly.

The wolf sat up, pleased by his hunting skills. He disliked getting his brilliant white muzzle bloody, and he found it tedious to lick all the blood off. Nor did he enjoy watching blood seep out of the prey after death. So he simply snapped its neck. The wolf bent down, delicately snapping up pieces of meat. His method of eating was odd- he pulled a piece off with a paw, then tossed it in the air and he caught it in his mouth. When he was done, he licked the light layer of blood off his muzzle. Blizzard then continued to lick the blood off his paws from severing the flesh.

Afterwards, he retired to a Blizzard-sized rock, where he lay. His icy blue eyes stalked the nearby maned wolf (Kai).