The Star Dancer treaded lightly across the earth, her normally clean creamy paws turned into a dull beige after being planted repeatedly in puddle after puddle of sloppy mud. The snow had begun to melt as the days grew slightly warmer, little by little the temperature rising and creating a warmth in her bones that she hadn’t felt in a while. She could feel the world being reborn, the birds chirping their songs in the trees and the thawing soil permeating the air with the scent of life. This put a small pep in her step, as spring was Namid’s favorite season. The one thing that she didn’t like about the spring was the heat is brought. The heat was named so for a good reason, for it felt as though her whole body was burning. Her skin crawled and her pelt bristled in an attempt to catch any breeze she could, rubbing herself against trees and rolling on the cleaner portions of the ground to try and alleviate the itching she felt. She was no fool, she knew what it was for and what it meant though it seemed to be stronger this year that it had the year before.

When she’d started her first heat the year before, it had been mild because she had been late to do so and had not been in the presence of any males. It was as if she had caught the tail end of it, but now this was a different situation. Everywhere, the scent of men and other females in heat stuck out like a sore thorn in her paw. Namid was normally a placid female, very compliant and gentle in nature. But after spending a few days in recovery after being rescued by Vespertio, which left her still mending a slightly gimp paw, she had caught the sickness that plagued most females at this time of year. She was slightly irritable, though irritable for the pale woman was akin to a pouty puppy, and constantly restless. Because of this she figured it was a perfect time to go out for a walk, test out her paw and get some fresh air. As she went, she picked up on the scent of another female from their pack. She had yet to meet this one, as she had yet to meet any of them really. However, in her current state she would have thought it best to avoid the woman if it weren’t for the scent that tagged along with her. Creamy auds springing forward into alertness she moved swiftly forward, tracking the mingling scents.

Namid came upon the other woman and stumbled for a moment at the strange sight that beheld her. The scrappy, dust colored she-wolf was doing some sort of dance…thing. She bobbed up and down, her limbs and appendages going all over the place is if they couldn’t quite make up their mind on what they wanted to do. She approached cautiously, a brow raised on her expression is slight concern as she met the woman in the middle. Her pack mate had stopped and was sprawled awkwardly in a standing position, looking much like a newborn deer standing for the first time. The only indication that the Star Dancer had that she was trying to display a faint act of dominance was in the bark that greeted her and the position of her wobbling tail.

Normally, this wouldn’t bother the pale woman and she’d just roll with it. But this was a different situation, her hormone levels were out of whack and the woman in front of her barely seemed to know how to walk much less have a right to show dominance over her. Her spine prickled uneasily and she, too, stood her ground. She held her posture steady, leveling her gaze with Samhaine and even going as far as to lift her chin slightly. She had regained some strength these past few days of recovery, her pelt regaining a gentle luster to its follicles and her form adding even a smidge of meat back onto her bones. At this point, she was still weaker than normal but even then she knew she could overtake the balance-challenged woman. “Hello, I do not believe we have met yet. My name is Namid Macieo.” She introduced formally, her mismatched gaze trailing over the form her company.

For a split second Namid thought that the she-wolf was going to make an act on her subtle challenge. The other's chin lifted and she prepared to take a step forward when their eyes met. All at once the dusty woman's legs seemed to ceased any movement, her momentum carrying her to the ground like a rock where she seemed to curl in on herself automatically giving up the challenge. A sense of new power could be felt in the Star Dancer's bones, knowing she had just moved up in the ranks of the pack even though she hadn't had to put up a fight to get there.

It was strange, however, that she had felt the need to do that for she hadn't planned to stay very long. She had a job she needed to do, a promise she needed to keep. Looking down at the utterly submissive woman who had introduced herself in a stutter, she wondered if she should leave. The pack was small and needed help, though she knew that it would eventually begin to grow in numbers. Something at the back of her mind whispered that that wasn't the only reason she didn't want to leave, but as quickly as it was there it was gone.

Namid moved to stand near Haine, instinctively pulling back her lips to expose her canines, a small growl rumbling up her throat as she clicked her teeth to seal her new position with a final declaration of dominance. Stepped back she nodded her head to the fainting goat, telling her to stand up as her nose twitched. Floating through the air was the scent of Lynx, which made her frown. She had scented plenty of them in her time there, and if there were to be pups or younger wolves joining them the felines would cause a problem. The pale woman made a mental note to talk with Vespertio about it later, but the first order of business was the deer that overpowered the other scent. "Let us go get a bite to eat, yes?" She inquired. Now that the situation was over and her internal feral need for assertion sated, she was back to being her kinder self. They were both rather skinny and needed as much food as they could get to stay strong, and she was betting there would be enough left over afterwards to feed some of their pack mates. Turning, she abruptly headed toward the scent of prey.

Haine seemed to act with a puppy-like enthusiasm once she was given the go ahead to get up. She’d shot up like a comet and rocketed around, moving in a brown, floppy tongued blur before going to settle back behind Namid once again. Namid cracked a grin, a chuckle rolling from her throat at the antics of the woman who was older than herself. It seemed that was only in bodily appearances, though. She could feel the dusty pelted she-wolf jumping up and down behind her, and where she got the energy from left the pale woman curious for Haine seemed to be in no better shape than herself. Though she was healing, she still found she got tired easier than she used to. Of course, that was all part of the road to recovery and it soon would pass.

As they neared the prey the Star Dancer let her gaze drift across the carcass, assessing its worth and what would be the best point of entry. Various teeth and claw marks scattered along the body, which left a sour taste in her mouth. She didn’t particularly enjoy eating after the scraps of another mammal, especially one that was so far below in her in the food chain. Who knew what they could be holding in their saliva. However, she knew to not be picky about where she got her food. She was still on the road to gaining her weight back, and with her freshly acquired position she needed to be in top notch shape to enforce it. So, she ventured forward to the slain deer and settled along its belly where the best of the openings were held. It didn’t go unnoticed by her that Haine had stayed back as she was supposed to and was waiting for her share as well. It felt a bit odd to her, to be the one allowing when another ate. Nosing her way around certain parts she settled on the liver, pulling it out to begin her meal. After taking a few bites, surprising herself with the possessive growls that emitted from her throat, she turned her cranium and gave a nod of her blood stained head for the woman to eat before returning to her own portion. This would take some getting used to.