Salmon tongue lolled out between stained teeth as the piebald coated woman maneuvered her way through bushes and blossoming trees preparing for the production of sweet red cherries. All excitement had dwindled down to a faint buzz these days with the receding of her heat cycle and the full force of spring with its warm weather and chirping of returning birds to the lore. Another season coming and going without the prospect of Enoki bringing forth new life to carry on her prestige bloodline. Opposite of what she thought would happen this time now that she had found someone to hold her heart, or so she thought. Perhaps it was just a spring fling with the earth toned man by the name of Heigen who lived up on the mountain in a pack calling a portion home. The two had spent some time together once the piebald woman decided to leave the Ridge wolves, but nothing had come of the time together. Feelings she found herself questioning with each setting sun.

Today her mind was clear of such thoughts as her main focus was on exploring the parts of Relic Lore she had yet to set paw in. A brief vacation before returning to the dark matriarch that she owed so much to still. Besides she actually enjoyed living under the drooping willow trees with their whip like branches even if things seemed to be taking quite the chaotic turn as of late. But the sound of growls and a strange, young voice suddenly caught her attention and brought the ebony points of her ears forward to better catch the sound. By the sounds of it someone was not pleased by the taste of something and wanted a full belly. Having nothing better to do the patchy woman decided to investigate the situation and hey, perhaps she could even offer up her skills in hunting and bring the 'starving' wolf a good meal.

Following the direction of the voice her dark pelt pushed through the last bit of brush to stumble upon a pale coated woman who's eyes Enoki could have sworn would set the blossoming orchard ablaze with how malicious she stared at the pink flowery petals. "Hello there." The Ashrelle woman calls out, a friendly wag of her tail following to insure this new wolf knew she meant no harm.

A gentle smile begins to spread over ebony lips as the silken audits atop Enoki's head pivots forward to catch the rambled mess of words the creamy girl speaks. Can't hunt? Bashfulness becoming entirely apparent on her facial expression as her head swung back to look at the magpie pelted woman. It was the sudden mention of Nina, a wolf she had met twice now sort of that caught her full attention, though. Ears pinning forward fully now at this bit of information. "Nina? I have met her a couple times. I have recently departed from Willow Ridge who happens to be an ally to the Secret Woodlands. A friend of mine happens to live under your mother's rule as well. Iopah is her name." Little did the Ashrelle woman know that her friend was now deemed a traitor and enemy to the Woodland wolves after going behind Nina's back to breed with the lead male and Iopah's newly declared mate. What Danica knew of the situation was unknown. "But it's a pleasure to meet you as well. I'm Enoki Ashrelle." She informs the younger girl, the gentle smile gradually growing wider.

Out of the blue a peculiar sound breaks the silence between the two females. Enoki's head turning in the direction with a deep inhale in hopes the breeze would aid in determining what had made such a weird, bleeting sound. Unlucky for the wolves the wind was actually blowing against them allowing the young deer to catch scent of them before they could of it, a rustling of the brush from its fleeing form indication of such. Danica's words nearly going unheard as deep amber eyes caught a glimpse of the running fawn, stomach giving an unexpected gurgle in hunger. Salmon tongue pushing past her lips to give her chops a swift licking. Suddenly her attention was whipped away as the younger, cream coated girl spoke up. Asking if Enoki could help her take it down with her being crippled and all. At this her head gave a smidgen of a tilt, unaware of what this 'disability' was since it was not easily detected by her hunter trained eyes. "I can offer my skills as a huntress. But we must move fast if we wish to catch up in order to make a swift and successful kill." Pausing her words, head swung back in the direction of the fleeing fawn with a calculating gander. "Cut off its route if you can to send it back towards me. I can take care of the rest."  

With that said her dark silhouette disappeared into the shadows of the surrounding brush of the orchard, body hunkering down near the ground to make it harder for the fear stricken fawn to detect her while running for its life. Hoping the young girl could at least cut it off, the waiting death trap stilled its form. Lunch would come to her today.

There was no mistaking the sudden shifting of facial features the moment the Barberi woman's name was let loose from her dark tinted lips. Betrayed Secret Woodlands. A perplexed look overcame Enoki's own facial features at this newly discovered news. What had the woman done to brand herself with such a name and gain the equivalent of three packs worth of wolves ready to skin her pelt with a single muttered command from Nina? Clearly this young girl wasn't going to share any further details on the event by the look of things before it was spoken upon. The tightened fibers of muscle making up her throat wanting to push out a worried whine for her friend out onto the airwaves, but a hard swallow rid such a risk from becoming vocal. Now was not the time and just like that the topic was changed.

Danica offering a compliment to the older woman's name and its appeal. Slowly the corner of her lips began to tug upwards into the form of a gentle smile, nodding a silent thanks at the words ushered. Enoki was an odd name at best, but its meaning was fitting for the mountain born wolf. Dedicated. Something the patch work she-wolf always was. But the time for idle chit-chat was temporarily put on hold as more important things were to be done. Like catching their meal that was running away. So the plan was laid out and thoughts soon became actions.  

Gradually the slimmed girth of her abdomen from lack of a proper meal which came with the title of a loan wolf grew closer to the soft and luscious soil of the cool earth below. Nestling swarthy fur into the blades of fresh spring grass that made up a vast majority of the orchard wherever thick vegetation didn't lay claim already. The strands tickling the woman's underside as they swayed back and forth in a silent dance number only the lightness of the breeze could orchestrate. Bleating of the fleeing and fear stricken fawn causing a single ear to flick in its direction while the other remained forward and alert, keeping tabs on its location by sound rather than sight seeing as for now her job was to lie in wait until the creamy girl could manage to steer it towards her. Nothing but the sound of thundering tiny hooves on dirt, bleats for her mother and the oddly offset(due to her limp) thudding of canine pads mirroring the noise prior shortly after filling the vicinity of the cherry trees.

Laying in wait. What an excellent job it did at testing her patience. If the woman wasn't so in control of her skills as a huntress and able to reign in the adrenaline and instinctual fueled need for food she would have been bounding after the prey herself by now. All too eager to taste the liquid crimson once more on her salmon tongue and stuff bite after bite of fresh meat down her gullet.  No, she had to wait and she had to be quiet. Curling in on herself she did just that, ready to spring at a moments notice. The sound of her rushing blood and breaths filling the velveteen tuft of her ears.

Black tipped nails dug anxiously into the soft soil beneath them as the sound of fleeing hooves and persistent paws steadily grew louder and louder. Kneading at the earth while pinned black audits focused solely on those very foot falls. Their direction dead on in heading straight for her waiting jaws that had already began to salivate in anticipation of making a kill. Craving the crimson blood and its tangy taste. A quick swipe of her tongue over swarthy lips removing the tendrils of spit wanting to drip down onto her coiled limbs. Hunger and its insatiable curability gnawing at the emptiness of her stomach. She would have to wait until the opportune moment presented itself, though. Strike too soon or too late and you could kiss your meal goodbye. This was the way of the hunt and it took many trial and errors before Enoki knew the silent cues for when that sweet spot of a moment was.  

Suddenly, though, a ruckus of crashing vegetation and solid thumps resonated not too far off from her hidden location. All sounds of running coming to a cease. Audits pricking forward the curious side that was temporarily stowed away inside while the hunter took over wanted to investigate what had happened, risking the chance of exposing her location to the unsuspecting prey. Had something happened to Danica while the patchy woman lay nestled in the shadows? And with a small shift of her body to rise an inch or two, Enoki almost did so until the familiar sound of footfalls picked back up. Heading right for her again. But the eluding hooves once more came to a stop not even five feet from the hunkered down wolf. Tension was thick on the air as the woman completely froze her form, refusing to take anything more than a slow inhale for breathes. Heavily the scent of fear and fawn mingled around her. Capable of hearing the thundering heartbeat and ragged breathes the deer was taking to keep oxygen flowing through her blood.  'Steady, Enoki, steady. No sudden movements.'

Too late. With one fell swoop of the fawn's head in a quick scan for danger other than the creamy girl at his heels its petrified black orbs caught a glimpse of the Ashrelle woman. A sight that flicked on the flight switch and sent its tiny frame bolting to the east. Away from both hungry wolves. "Shit." the swarthy wolf cursed under her breath before releasing her spring loaded limbs. Having no choice but to sprint after the vamoosing fawn now if they wanted to keep the chance of a meal on the table. Lunging forward muscles went into overdrive as they propelled her lithe frame across the earth, jaws parting to allow the pink of her tongue to dangle out the side of her mouth. A low growl resonating in her throat. No way in hell was she going to let this meal pass her by.