Silent Moon Plateau Cyanide kiss

Back dating this to the 20th cause I'm a silly goose. A nearby water source goes foul, seemingly overnight. Why does it smell so dead?

Marisol should have moved on by now, after all these heights were not her home. It was true that the plateau offered her sanctuary, gave her a place to rest and recuperate when she had needed it the most. But this mountain was not barren, she'd suspected it before but the fact she'd met that fiery pup proved that wolves roamed these lands. And now it seemed that they were determined to drive her off, through any means necessary.

The first few days had been fine, she'd hunted vermin and rabbits to fill her rumbling stomach. But several days later the water had started to change. The shift in scent had been subtle at first, a faint trace of rotting carrion perhaps? Mari had gone to bed under the assumption that the water would continue to flow and the issue would pass on with it. But oh, how wrong had she been.

That morning a foul smell lingered on the crisp morning breeze.  It was so putrid and rancid that she couldn't help but gag and cover her nose with her paw.What the hell was it? It smelled like death...but worse! She didn't dare to even try to go near it, let alone drink from the stream. It was no doubt poisoned...but by who?

Marisol had made many enemies, more than she could count really. But as far as she was aware none of them were here, or at the very least knew where she was. So who could it be? Her thoughts immediately went to the wolves of the heights, would they really go this far? Did they really want her gone so badly? If that was the case then why didn't they say so, damn it? This was a low blow. If she had been stupid enough to drink from the poisoned stream she would have no doubt died a slow and painful death. What sort of evil fuckers tried to get rid of someone like that? Why didn't they face her, or didn't they have the balls to do so?

Fucking cobardes. She'd kill 'em if she had to.

Mari has left Relic Lore. I'm in the process of finishing off her threads, those I don't finish will be deaded!

Summiter
look what you made me do

Settling in his new home, he wanted to make a good impression. Now, Summit was not fearful of being kicked out. But, it was less work to remain part of the Heights. He could live the winter far more comfortably here, than alone. By then he'd have a whole better idea about this place. Since he really he didn't mind Greer, it wasn't like it was pulling teeth. This could be a more permanent stay.

The thing was today was tedious. He was never one to just sit around, and do nothing. So with no one to bother, he had attempted to scrounge up any kind of morsel. That was always what leaders expected right? New members to fill others bellies not there own. But, he'd found none worth the effort. They were all the tiny things that were holing up for the winter. He needed something bigger. Far more impressive. Since so far their borders seemed perfectly in working order it was out of the pack's range he found something of interest.

There was a loner's scent, rather fresh. Like she'd been coming and going a lot. What was a guy to do? She obviously was living here.

For now.

With a gait faster than a walk, but not quite a trot he followed her trail. It was his hope to find her. That was probably as far as his plan stretched. When her scent grew in strength so did something more grotesque. Acid churned up the back of his throat. Surely she wasn't dead? Cautious, his paws padded quietly, closer to the source. Or what he hoped. He really couldn't decide where it was coming from, and his blue eyes narrowed, scrounging along the rough edges of gray stone looking for signs of life or death.

Bad language ahead.

Mari paced back and forth, unsure of what to do. Common sense told her to leave, to heed their warning and abandon this damned forsaken plateau. It wasn't even that nice here, the stream smelled worse than shit and the air was too cold and crisp. As to why anyone would want to settle her permanently was beyond her understanding, but then again it wasn't like she understood many wolves these days. Especially those in these parts, what a strange land this was.

On the other paw though, was she really going to let this slide? Was she going to back down just because a group of pendejos with no cojones wanted her to leave? Why didn't they just say fucking so themselves? Aside from the fiery kid Mari hadn't seen or heard a peep from them. And that's what angered her the most, the fact that they were trying to take the pussy way out!

Soon Mari realised she wasn't alone. The dark figure that emerged from the trees was unmistakably a wolf of these heights, one of the very same mountain wolves who'd poisoned this damn stream.

Immediately her hackles raised, as did her tail, as she pulled back her lips to reveal her pearly whites. Had they finally sent someone to see her off? Or was he supposed to kill her, as the poisoned water had so clearly failed to do so? She adjusted her stance, knowing full well she stood no chance against a pack wolf. Especially one that outsized her with ease. So what the fuck was she supposed to do? Roll over and take it, bear her throat for his teeth? Fuck no, she weren't gonna die here. She weren't in top form but she knew she'd be able to outrun him if it came down to it.

It was simply a matter of biding her time.

Mari has left Relic Lore. I'm in the process of finishing off her threads, those I don't finish will be deaded!

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