She scented the strong scent of a pack. Interesting how these things work. Here it was like pack after pack. She'd never join a pack, none interested her... except for that Copper Rock Creek, she could learn much from that healer, Nina was it? Yes, Nina That was her and she could teach Ashanti herself easily. But she had to get in first. That was always the key, getting in and fitting in. She wasn't the nicest wolf of the lands, but she wasn't the worst surely?
She wasn't inside the border, so she'd nothing to fear, but of course hunger. She opened her jaws, briefly. The smallest scent of vole reaching her mouth, it watered. She leaned down, her eyes on the prize as she hunted her prey. Leaping, she reached it and killed it with a swift blow, she was still outside the border. She sat down and ate it.
(This post was last modified: Oct 04, 2012, 11:16 PM by Ashanti.)