Crashing the party, guess they lost my invitation

The wicked woman slipped through the gorge, keeping her head down and watching her step as she crept around the decrepit land. Her fur bristled as she took note of the particular features – her mother had taught her a lot of things, one was how to survey the land, taking note of tracks that might lead to predators, and those that led to prey… between that and the stars, Mal was never lost. She might not know what lands she was headed to, but she always knew how to find her way back. She was in a gorge, and she wanted out – that was what she happened to be looking for at the moment.

She was traipsing along the long-forgotten remains of a rabbit that had fled the gorge just hours before, hoping it would be the tracks to lead her away from the land. If she could get to a higher ground, she might be able to get a better perspective of where her wandering paws had led her. She still hadn’t decided what the best approach for this new land was – she never really formulated an approach until she actually showed up. She had found herself a meal, a carcass, just before she continued her journey into the gorge to begin with which had been good enough for her and fit the diet she’d become accustomed to, so she could focus on her goals. She’d follow Polaris, or perhaps track her way across the dipper once she could actually see the dipper, fog surrounding the lands around her. She felt blind without the familiar glimmer in the night sky, even if she was trained to never lose sight of what she sought.

Crashing the party, guess they lost my invitation

Mal couldn’t help but be on high alert constantly. After all, her mother had raised her to never let her guard down, to never show mercy to another soul. She heard the voice and instantly she turned with a snarl on her face, though no active noise breached her throat, keeping it contained as she assessed the situation. She narrowed her eyes at the creature in front of her. Another wolf that had been hiding out in the rocks, her tail lashed from side to side. “Must think you’re pretty clever, with such a dull entrance as that.” she snapped back, lacking amusement as her features relaxed.

The girl in front of her was no threat to her… of that, Mal was certain. Perhaps might put up some of a fight, but in the end would fail. “What’s a kid like you doing in a place like this, hmmn? Get lost? Trying to find your way back to mommy and daddy?” It was her turn to taunt, to tease and to get under the skin of the wolf in front of her. What better way than to harass a yearling and treat her like nothing more than a little pup. Was she old enough to be out on her own? Well, she was older than she’d been when her mother first sent her on her way, but that didn’t really mean anything to the tawny femme fatale.

Crashing the party, guess they lost my invitation

Amusement hinted at the edges of her features, rolling her eyes at the girl’s comment. “She probably deserved it… most old wolves do. Completely useless individuals.” Just for not being able to move around, not being able to be useful to the youth, made them deserve death, a punishment for living a life too long, for letting their bones start to grow brittle. Yes, without her Diablo she was quite the charming young lady with perfect thoughts. She’d prove to him that she didn’t need him, or anyone. Perhaps it was that teaching that caused her mother to kick her out – before she realized her mother was old, and deserved that same fate.

She didn’t say it often, but she happened to appreciate the style the femme in front of her carried, though she’d never admit it out loud, or recognize it anywhere else than the dark recesses of her mind. She didn’t like her style – Mal didn’t really like anything. “Been here long enough to know this place is boring as fuck.” She answered vaguely, not really answering in one direction or another – she saw no reason for the other loner to do any good by her with the information. The tawny woman in front of her let out a soft snort. “Let me guess, you’re down here looking for the body.” It was more rhetorical – of course she wasn’t. If she’d pushed her grandmother off a cliff, she’d know exactly where the body had landed.

It was her very polite, very ladylike way of asking if she was just sightseeing or if she actually had a purpose in the gorge.

Crashing the party, guess they lost my invitation

“Kill your grandmother and tell her pack? Rather bold of you… risk getting skinned, especially since you’re just one wolf going against a full pack.” Maleficent countered with logic, the pain that the pack might feel to lose one of their own to Eurus herself. She offered her name, and Mal held her tongue. She wasn’t the type to let information slip so easily – there was power in a name. It could topple civilizations if a name was whispered in the wrong place. “Angelle.” She offered in return with a soft smirk. She always did – her mother had always said she was clever as the devil, but twice as pretty.

“I don’t suppose I have to worry about you trying to push me off a cliff too, do I?” As if she’d trust anything that came out of the other wolf’s mouth to begin with. For all Mal knew, Eurus wasn’t even the girl’s real name, just as Angelle wasn’t really Mal’s name. She’d have to take some time, divert her tracks for a moment or two until she felt that she was out of range enough that the Blackwood woman could climb to the top of the mountain and get a lay of the land, or at least, high enough that she might be able to see what landscape lied below even the gorge. She didn’t intend on settling on the mountain, especially once winter came.