Rip-Raff didn't care to be separated from his pack, but the beta and tall son of a bitch had told him that he needed to stay home and protect their den, and while the midnight lycanroc was smart enough to know that he didn't have to do such a thing, what with the alpha lucario and his mate so close by, Rip-Raff begrudgingly accepted the order given to him. Though that didn't mean that he was going to sit on his tail the entire time the other two lycanthropes were gone, there was still so much to do around their shared den.

Marking territory with claws and urine was one thing that had escaped being done by Larc - what a dumb name - and so that left him to have to do the task of making sure that others knew not to come into their surrounding area without just cause, and there were others out there. Specifically a wandering pack of houndoom, Rip-Raff had seen tracks for the lot of them after scouting the land that he and his packmates had settled on, and while the red and white wolf was sure that the black and brown dogs didn't want any trouble with him, the lot of them had only called out once in challenge before being silenced by his own wailing cry that seemed to make the night itself shiver in fear, the midnight lycanroc was more than willing to make trouble if that's what it took to keep himself and what belonged to him safe. He had already lost too much behind his earlier conflict with the other alpha, and he was not about to lose anything else ever again!

Licking his fangs, Rip-Raff felt his stomach gurgle just a touch. The thought of having the houndoom's meat on his tongue was not one that he particular cared for, usually canine meat was something that Rip-Raff only partook in when he couldn't hunt down something much more fatty and filling, but considering the size of the beta and his own ravenous hunger, the red and white would would make due if the others crossed him.

Putting that aside for the moment, once the twins left the small shack they called home, the midnight lycanroc opened the door and then walked about outside into the morning light. The warm air which brushed across his red and white fur told him that the day was going to be a bit of a scorcher, not that this bothered him, being a rock type and all, however he worried for the beta since the smaller male was more lucario than lycanroc.

A growling whine left his throat as he thought about the smaller lycanthrope being out within the world without him, had he still been a single alpha all to himself he would have never allowed the other to leave the pack. The beta was just too small, too tender for his liking. The other needed to be kept safe and warm back at their home while he went out and did what alphas did when it came to their pack, specifically hunted and provided and fought and dominated. That he wanted to dominate the other lycanthrope was easy enough for all to tell, as Rip-Raff would have loved to tear through the odd bits of clothing that Carl - what an adorable name for the pup - often wore, throw him down onto their soft bedding, and then mount him good and hard until he was left crying and whimpering his name. The thought alone had the red and white wolf's sheath bunching up and then swelling as his crimson tapered girth slipped from from its home, but before he could become too aroused Rip-Raff shook such thoughts away.

He would get his opportunity to take what belonged to him, but only after he dealt with the asshole. He had to win against Larc, otherwise he...

Rip-Raff snarled and snapped at the air at the thought of the consequence of his loss to the other.

He would not lose!

Taking a moment to calm himself, the rock type pokemon let out a deep sigh and then lifted his head to the clear blue sky up above. Putting his nose to the wind, Rip-Raff breathed in the surrounding scents as he closed his eyes. The vast array of smells which crept from the nearby forest were nothing short a treat for the midnight lycanroc as he could almost literally taste the veritable smorgasbord of prey which lived within the hidden depths behind Keith and Max's home. From the flowery sweet scent of the Roselia that were currently pollenating the breeze, to the goldeen and corphish that swam throughout the river that split the land, the shadowy depths of the backside of the forest all but came alive through Rip-Raff's nose as he slowly made his way forward without thought.

It took him a minute of wander here before one particular species tantalizing musk made the red and white wolf's stomach growl and drool run down the side of his lips. Snapping his crimson eyes open, Rip-Raff lowered himself down and then began a slow trot into the interior of the dense foliage which stood out before him, eager to sate his blossoming hunger. Silence became his closest ally as he used the pads of his feet to move about the grass, the various pokemon that could sense his presence froze but did nothing more as he moved past them, they were not his prey after all, and thus he had no interest in hunting or frightening them off. No. The midnight lycanroc had one particular beast in mind that he wanted to sink his teeth into, and if luck was with him he would get the chance to do so, seeing as his pack was not here to form the tactical flank needed to trap the meal in question.

It took about an hour to catch up to what he was after, but once he finally did so the rock type pokemon was pleased to see his prey ambling about in ignorance of his presence.

Watching the other scamper about, he ducked down low within the overgrown grass so as to not allow the wind to alert it to his presence. To see so many within the small clearing was quite a sight, as usually he was only ever able to spot, or perhaps may two, in the field, but it would seem that fortune had favored him, at least for the moment. Time and experience had taught Rip-Raff that all it took was a hair's breath before everything fell apart, long nights filled with hunger reminded the red and white wolf of this truth, but determination made it so that he promised himself that he would not fail in what he sought after tonight. His beta was counting on him, after all, and in order to prove that he was the better mate for him, Rip-Raff had to make sure to bring home a meal worthy enough for Carl's liking.

Looking between the lot of them, Rip-Raff could already tell which one he was going to sink his fangs into; the young sawsbuck who was slowly drifting away from the rest of the herd, youthful curiosity more than likely urging him to break from the others in order to begin his life's journey to find a mate and start his own family, made the young deer the perfect prey for the hungry lycanthrope. Thankfully his stomach seemed to agree by not rumbling at that moment, though he could taste the hunger within rolling across his tongue as he let his crimson eyes lock onto the furry white rip which seemed to just beg to be bitten into. Rip-Raff silently watched the other for several minutes, noting the patterns with which the sawsbuck moved, and the lack of concern had for him by those within his herd, until finally he was ready to pounce. Moving from the grass like a swift bolt of lightning, his presence was only recognized by the herd once he was in the center of their midst, the midnight lycanroc let out a fearsome roar as he darted towards his potential meal.

Those who were not within the midnight lycanroc's gaze immediately scattered, the younglings moving with their mothers while the bucks shot in every direction besides that which the females went. Rip-Raff paid them no attention as he chased after the one in front of him, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he chased the zigzagging grass-normal type pokemon trying its hardest to outpace him. There would be no escape for the other thought, this was just how intent the red and white wolf was towards claiming the other's flesh and hide for his own. Moving across the local river proved to be the deer's mistake however as Rip-Raff mentally called for the rocks around him to jut outwards so as to allow him to springboard off of them in order to close in on the young deer.

Rip-Raff felt a cruel smile curl along the length of his muzzle as he herded the other towards the area for which he would have the most control, the grass-normal type, had it been able to think more clearly, might have wanted to try and use its own budding abilities to counter what the lycanthrope was doing, but there was no other thought within the other's head right now save for escape as it ran deeper and deeper into the slowly building trap ahead of it. The stench of the the deer's fear proved this to be true, so sweet and delicious were the pheromones being released within the other pokemon's sweat that Rip-Raff thought that he might become drunk off of the stench. Rolling his tongue out along his muzzle, the red and white would felt his heart all but slamming within his chest as he slowly caught up with his prey; the chase, as short as it was, was quite sweet indeed, but there was no time let such a hunt prolong itself, not when he had an offering to give to his intended mate.

When the sawsbuck moved within a small rocky area nearing the local canyon Rip-Raff knew that he had the other.

Bouncing off of several rocks, the red and white wolf shrank the space between himself with a simple conjured thought, until soon he found the perfect position to fling himself into the air above the scampering deer. Somersaulting within high into the sky, the midnight lycanroc landed right on top of the sawsbuck's back forcing the other pokemon to yelp as it was dragged down onto the dry ground beneath its tired hooves.

The sawsbuck attempted to roll the rock type pokemon off its back with desperate determination, but Rip-Raff was determined to end this hunt with a bloody finish. It took a moment before a strong set of jaws found the buck's throat, once they did the midnight lycanroc bit down hard into the tender meat beneath the fur. The grass-normal type screamed a cry so loud and sharp that it made the red and white wolf snarl in discomfort, but the alpha lycanthrope refused to let go. He had to bring this kill back to his mate, he had to, otherwise he might lose the other's favor, and that...that could not be allowed, and so Rip-Raff held strong, his arms and legs curling around the bucking, stomping, wailing prey animal's throat as he used his very will to cause the earth to sink around his feet.

It took several minutes of struggling before the light within the deer pokemon's eyes faded, but soon enough the breath of life fled from the other the creature's lungs entirely. Pulling his ruby soaked fangs back from his now fallen prey once it laid itself prone onto the ground, Rip-Raff raised his muzzle triumphantly to the blue sky above and then howled loudly of his victory in order send the sawsbuck's spirit back to Arceus.

Lowering his head and then licking his lips a few moments later, the rock type pokemon moved off of the deer and then prepared to pick the carcass up in order to heft it onto his shoulders, however before he could so several howls broke through the silence of the canyon. Flicking his floppy ears Rip-Raff found himself snarling as he turned his head so that he could look deeper into the rocky expanse which stretched out before him.

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