Wolves of New York

Rise of the Pack Part 1

Original - Rise of the Turtles Part 1

The 4 young wolves stood in the dojo, bowing to one another before readying their weapons. The 2 youngest facing off first. "Good luck tryna catch me, Jordan. I'm lightning fast." Alexander chuckled as he dodged his younger sibling's attacks. "Just because I'm the youngest, doesn't mean I'm not skilled, Xander." Jordan chuckled back, readying their Kunai daggers. "Butcha can't beat what you can't even catch!" Alexander replied snarkily as he darted across the room, constantly hitting his sibling with his nunchucks. Jordan took a deep breath, adjusting their glasses as their ears twitched and focused on their brother's movements. "Whoo!" Alexander chuckled, trying to attack Jordan, getting the wind knocked out of him by his younger sibling's foot. He toppled over and fell to the ground as his wolf ears flattened. "G-good one..." Alexander groaned in pain before walking over to the side of the dojo and sat down.

"Alright, Liam. Put the twigs down and I won't break your neck." Jacob chuckled, twirling his Kusari-Fundo around as he rolled his head, cracking his neck loudly. "Yeah, tell that to my fractured wrist several months ago, aka: the last time you said that, Jacob." Liam growled, his grip tightening on his tonfas as his tail slowly brushed against the floor. "Hey, I didn't even hurt you that bad." Jacob chuckled. Liam went in, jumping at Jacob as he blew a few attacks before he saw his brother's Kusari-Fundo latch onto his tonfas. Jacob yanked as hard as he could, snatching the weapons out of his brother's hands and caught them. The younger wolf looked at his hands in shock before looking over at Jacob who twirled the weapons in his hands, smirking smugly at his younger brother. "Shoulda dropped the sticks?" Liam gulped, ears flattening as his older brother's smile grew wider. "Shoulda dropped the sticks." Jacob repeated before running and jumping on his brother, latching onto him and beating him over the head with the tonfas like he was a drum. "Ow! Ow! Fine, I'm out! Just stop!" Liam pleaded before Jacob stopped. Liam whimpered before sitting next to Alexander by the wall of the dojo, who laughed lightly at his older brother.

Jordan readied their daggers as they turned to their oldest brother, who tossed the tonfas aside before readying his Kusari-Fundo. "Ready, brother?" Jordan chuckled as they lifted their glasses a bit, making Jacob softly groan in annoyance. "Prepare to get your butt kicked." Jacob smirked before blocking his younger sibling's attack. They both blocked and attacked with intended force, Jordan losing one of their daggers and stumbling back in surprise. Jacob chuckled as Jordan growled lowly before running at their brother. The youngest wolf jumped and did a front flip, colliding their right foot with their brother's head, using his back to propel them forward and roll to a stop. Jacob dropped on his hands and knees, the initial shock still there as he tried picking himself up. Jordan stood up, turning to their brother while panting. Realizing what happened, Jacob stood and turned back to Jordan with a rage that words couldn't describe. He ran at them and Jordan held up their dagger in defense...... It fell to the floor as Jacob suddenly wrapped his kusari-fundo around their wrist and flung them across the room. They hit the tree with all the force that Jacob had used, causing Jordan's glasses to fall off. The teen groaned in pain before looking up at their oldest brother. "Nice try, dude." Jacob chuckled, looking down at Jordan with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Yame." A voice said, making the 4 wolves turn to said voice. A wolf dressed in casual clothing walked out and stood in front of the 4 young wolves. Jordan put their glasses back on and sat down next to their brothers as their sensei walked over to them. "You all did well." the tall wolf said as he walked in front of his kids. "But I won." Jacob chuckled snarkily, crossing his arms in triumph. "This exercise was about self improvement, Jacob. You don't "win" or "lose." Their sensei said, walking behind the 4 wolves. "I know, sensei. But if it was a contest, I would've won." Jacob said before a pressure point in the crook of his neck was hit by the older ninja master, sending a wave of shock and slight pain through the young wolf. "B-but! What's important is that- we all tried our best! PLEASE-Dad, let go!" Jacob squeaked before his sensei released the tension in his neck, making Jacob sigh in relief and the older wolf roll his eyes and smile.