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Also RE: A surplus of foxes are being spotted around Relic Lore

It was her first lengthy excursion from Nomad's Pass, a trek which sent her in a direction she'd never taken before, through lands unfamiliar to her. She did not worry about finding her way back- the ground was slightly moist and she left behind an easy-spotted set of tracks, and she did not expect it would rain during the day and wash away her scent. And even if it did, Sagacity's sense of direction was very keen and had never led her astray before, and if she did get turned around, she could always simply try to spot the landmark that was the Mountain of Dire and head toward it in order to get home.

It was not the thought of getting lost that kept her senses on high alert, but the fact that she had only just recovered from the attack and was aware, now, that other wolves could hurt her. Her invincibility complex had kicked the bucket, fortunately for her, and she now knew her own mortality and weakness. But she was a scout and would not let any apprehensions get in the way of her travels- the best way to cure any anxiety about being out on her own was to go ahead, strike out on another solo mission and put faith in her own abilities.

The forest she happened upon was dark and deep, and the ground and many of the trees were covered in a layer of soft green moss. Echoing through the forest were the sounds of foxes talking to one another- ugly barks and shrieks that seemed to belong to a whole battalion of them, though Sagacity could only make out four distinct voices. Still, it was unusual, she thought, to hear so many of them. It was mid-morning, though, and the forest was isolated- they most have loved it there, and there would be many great places for a fox den. Curious about the red-coated creatures and the prospect of fox kits as an easy meal, she ventured further into the forest, following along the criss-crossing trails they'd left behind.

The scent of a female fox was particularly heavy along one trail which had been so frequently traveled that she'd left a little path in the moss. Surely, Sagacity thought, it would lead to a den and naturally, it did. She approached quietly, peering over a mossy stump to check out the den's area before moving in for a closer look. The mother fox was not around- she'd likely gone out hunting...But three kits played out in the open where sunshine came down through the boughs above. They looked healthy, free of the disease she'd seen foxes carry so often. They were unprotected and unable to defend themselves, and had very little instinct which told them danger was near. She circled around, out of sight, so as to creep closer to the den's mouth, and hunkered down, waiting for them to stray just a bit further out into the open.

When they did, she bounded forward, placing herself between the kits and the den as swiftly as she could. They fox kits cried out and one foolishly made a dash for the den, stupidly certain it could blitz between her legs and into safety- the only place it knew to go. The other two bounded back a few steps and scattered when Sagacity made a lunge for the most foolhardy of the bunch which had made a run for the den. With a snap of her teeth and a high squeal, the fox kit's life was cut short. It would make a little snack for the huntress, but in the midst of such vulnerable prey she couldn't stop. She lunged after one of the other kits which zig-zagged this way and that in an effort to escape her. In her peripheral vision she saw the other make it to the den and safety, but she didn't care- she wanted this one, and with a swipe of a paw she knocked its hind feet out from under it and descended upon it in an instant.

Two fox kits. But the third was in the den and knowing it was there and safe angered her. She wanted to eat- she felt voracious all of a sudden, appetite whetted by the taste of blood. She stuck her head in the den's mouth and snapped her jaws together- she could smell the kit in there, and began to dig frantically at the den's mouth, widening it, and then tried again. It was still out of reach. She growled and began to dig more, scraping away the earth and kicking it out behind her, destroying the vixen's handiwork in an effort to also destroy her last surviving kit. It squealed as Sagacity shoved her front quarters into the den again, and it bit at her face, but this brought her close enough to grab it by the fur on its side and reef it out of the den. Savagely, feeling hatred for the tiny thing, she shook it before killing it in a fit of rage.

She now had three fox kits and didn't care at all whether the vixen showed up. The fox could do nothing now, and wouldn't likely chance its own life for the sake of three corpses. Sagacity gathered the three dead kits together and for a moment she looked at them. She growled; she knew what it felt like to have her own young killed. And revenge seemed like the only way to help ease the pain. Two of the fox kits were eaten in an instant, and the other she picked up by its scruff and began to carry it away from the horrific scene as gently as she might have carried her own young.

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In. Out. In. Out. This was the rhythmic pattern Enoki chose as she weaved her way through the fallen trees that lay like fallen warriors, covered in thick blankets of moss. Her tail rose like a brilliant banner behind her while her jaw hung partly open to allow just the tip of her tongue to fall forth and taste the air as she trotted along the more worn paths of previous travelers. A small cloud of breath formed before her muzzle as she took a mental note of the days weather. It was partly cloudy today with temperatures easily being in the high twenties and low thirties. Though technically spring had arrived to Relic Lore, winter was holding on for dear life to keep its foothold on the land with its terrible chilling nights and occasional snowfall. Just the thought of the cold was enough to make her shiver, pausing her rhythmic steps for a moment before continuing onward.

An eerie silence accompanied Enoki as she traveled deeper and deeper into the verdant mosses. Her amber eyes scanning the surrounding like clockwork while she kept her guard up, weary of everything that went on around her. She had been within the Lore for a good two weeks now traveling among the many territory boundaries like a roaming gypsy, never staying in one place longer than she felt necessary. What surprised the young female mostly was the lack of run ins with other wolves, their scents were everywhere, unclaimed lands and claimed, but she had managed to only come across two wolves. Elettra, matriarch of Willow Ridge, who after a brief conversation and a small praise had extended an invitation for her to pledge her loyalty and join her ranks back at Fireweed Rise. The other was a fellow lone wolf, a male, by the name of Ace who had stumbled upon her napping by Heartleaf Creek near the pack lands of Secret Woodlands.

After giving herself a small rest to recoup from her long journeys, she now found herself on the move once more towards the opposite end of the Lore. It took the female 6 days to travel from Northern Eden to the Deep Forest. Now slightly worn from the long journey, despite traveling at a decent pace as to save most of her energy, and a stomach on the verge of going empty, food was all that ran across her mind. She gave her chops a quick lick as she felt herself drooling a little at the thought of having food within her belly again. As a loner she liked to keep her stomach at least a quarter filled, whether it be off a lot of tiny snack sized animals, or scavenging off a packs old kill, she made sure there was always something in her stomach.

Now it was the sound of scurrying just off her path of travel, followed by small barks that could only belong to one animal, that caused Enoki to venture off into the deeper mossy terrain. Foxes. There was no mistaking their scent that polluted the entire forest as she lowered her body towards the ground to hide herself better among the foliage. Being an isolated place with so many nooks and crannies littering the entire forest, it was no wonder that the population of foxes was overwhelming here. This type of place made for ideal den sites for the irritating little pest to raise their kits. It took a lot of strength for Enoki to hold back a typical growl that escaped her lips whenever she saw or thought about the orange pelted pest.

Though she smelt and knew the foxes were everywhere around her, she couldn't risk giving away her position and sending the tiny fur balls scurrying into their burrows for safety. Frankly, if she did cause that to happen, she wouldn't mind getting her paws dirty to dig up the varmints and make a snack of them. Or better yet bury them alive and let them rot within their dens. She didn't care what happened to them. They were just mere snacks in her mind. Not particularly the most tasty of snacks on the food chain, but they still served the purpose of holding off hunger that much longer until she could find a substantial form of food.

Her body was in full hunting mode as the pungent scent of fox lofted on a small breeze towards her, glad that the wind was on her side today, hiding her scent from the unaware canines. Flattening her ears against her skull, Enoki slowly crept along the scent trail of a pair of foxes, most likely a breeding pair. This was a good sign, seeing as it may lead to a den where kits could be waiting to be fed from their parents, an easy meal if she could keep them from dashing back into the den before she wrapped her jaws around their throats. And indeed it did, just beyond a fallen log lay a small hole nestled between the roots of a fallen tree. Sitting outside the small home were the mating pair, but no kits, much to Enoki's disappointment. Strategically circling to one side of the foxes, she kept her body low and her eyes pinned on the goal as they continued to sit there grooming each other, fully unaware of their fate.

With the speed of a flash of lighting, the she-wolf darted out from her hiding place and charged at the pair with snapping jaws. With the male within closer range, she clamped her jaws around his throat and ended his life quickly with only a partial squeak from the fox before his body hung limp in her jaws. Quickly dropping her prize she darted after the female who darted towards the den. "Shit!" Enoki cursed under her breath as the vixen dove into the den, but not quick enough. With a lunge forward, Enoki managed to grab a hold on the tuff of fur at the end of the tail just before the vixen disappeared, whipping her head back to fling the pest back out into the open. A growl emitted from her throat, muffled by the fur in her mouth, the vixen swinging back to swipe and bite at her muzzle. A mistake on her part. Using this movement to her advantage, she pinned the vixen to the ground using her forepaw, cutting off her life as her jaws closed around the fox's throat.

Victory. Two prizes now laid next to each other as Enoki panted slightly, licking her jaws to clean the small cut above her lip left be the damned vixen. 'Nasty little pest' She thought to herself as she grabbed the two orange furred creatures by their tails with her jaws, carrying them off back towards her main path of travel until she found a decent place to enjoy her days catch. With her tail raised proudly behind her, the woman trotted onward, holding herself like a bragger as her catch dangled below her jaws. If there was one thing she learned from her birth pack, it was never eat where you killed. The scent of fresh blood on the ground would draw in any scavenger and the last thing she wanted was an entourage as she ate her food, spending more time fighting them off than actually eating. What she wanted was to eat in peace.

(This post was last modified: Apr 22, 2013, 12:25 AM by Enoki.)

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Albeit having devoured two fox kits with extreme gusto, Sagacity's stomach did not make any complaints as she padded through the mossy woodlands still carrying the third in her mouth. She left the scene of the crime behind her, one ear flicking back when she heard the short, sharp barks of a fox. Possibly the mother, she thought for a few moments- and her suspicions were confirmed when the vixen let out a sorrowful wail. Sagacity felt no pity for the thing; it was what nature did. Young were vulnerable and were killed. Sagacity's pups had been taken away from her and she felt as though she'd earned some divine right to do as she pleased with the young of others if they were left unattended. The foolish mother should have taught them better. She ought not have been a mother at all. She didn't deserve them, she told herself. Sagacity deserved pups, but they'd been taken from her by some stranger even more cruel than she.

On top of this righteousness came a need to exterminate foxes, knowing that they were one of the leading carriers of rabies. If there was to be such an abundance of them, then the disease could spread; thus, with that in mind, and the fox kit still dangling from her mouth, she decided that she would take any and every opportunity to seek out fox dens and kill their young. Or to take any opportunity she could get to make a kill of any adults she came across as well. They could even be baited, she thought devilishly. It would be too easy to catch a fox if she lured it in with some scraps. While fox did not taste nearly as good as real prey, and most foxes were quite stringy and tough, she'd get satisfaction simply from the act of killing them, the unworthy scum.

Having made this decision, she snorted and decided to tell Rhysis and Naira of her plan. Mapplethorpe might agree with it as well- thought she doubted somehow that he'd be very interested in eating foxes. But with Naira pregnant, surely she wouldn't turn down a meal of a fox if one was provided for her, especially when she came closer to term. It'd be for the benefit not only of the pack but of the wolves of Relic Lore in general....Plus, if they kept the fox population at bay, they'd be allowing their other prey a chance to multiply- just imagine how many hares there would be, come winter time, if there were no foxes! The plan seemed almost too good to be true.

She felt quite a bit better now that she'd decided to do this, and the vindictive nature of her new plot made her cheery in a somewhat malevolent way- regardless, whatever spite she had was only directed toward foxes at the time being. And when in the distance she saw a dark figure, highlighted by patches of stark white fur that glinted in the filtered sunlight, she felt quite optimistic and friendly, even. Especially when she saw the red pelt of a fox dangling from the wolf's mouth- it had to be a fox. Even from that distance, there was no mistaking it, and when she took a few strides in the female's direction she noticed, then, that it wasn't one fox but two that she carried. Energy singing though her veins, she offered a cordial, congratulatory bark through the thick woodlands to the female, , muffled only somewhat by the fox kit dangling from her mouth. It seemed like someone else had taken advantage of the situation!

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It was the sound of a congratulatory bark that caused the black woman to stop in her tracks and turn behind her to lock her gaze on the silvery form, the form of another wolf. With pride surging through her body from her successful kill, Enoki stepped off to the side to allow the wolf room to stand besides her between the trunks of two fallen trees that lay on either side of her. With a successful kill, she found herself in a cheery, friendly mood. Lifting her nose upwards slightly to scent at the air, she took in the bits of information it offered. This grey wolf was a female, guessing she was about the same age as herself, three years. Letting her gaze scan over her frame, she noted that she was smaller than herself in physique, slim and clearly built for speed.

Due to her mouth full with the tails of her prey, Enoki offered the female a friendly wag of her in response to bark, showing her she meant well. Glancing down towards the small kit dangling from the woman's mouth, her tail wagged more. So, it seems she wasn't the only one who decided to make a quick snack out of the orange and red pelted bastards. Lowering her head down to the ground she set her prized possessions down, planting her paw on the small pile in case some wandering animal dared to snatch them from the wolf. Giving her mouth a quick lick to free it of the loose fur that had collected against her gums, she barked back at Sagacity.

"Hello there!" She spoke in a soft tone, friendliness thickly coating her words. Enoki kept her jaws parted slightly to let her tongue hang just slightly beyond her lips, still recovering slightly from her recent duty. The fact that the other female had a kill of her own, especially a fox kit, made her already grow a liking for her. Maybe if they ended up becoming friends they could scout the entire forest and rid it of the filthy scum that called it home. She knew very well the dangers that came with foxes. They carried rabies. A deadly disease that was easily transferred among animals. Enoki had never seen a wolf nor fox alive with the deadly plague, but had smelt it upon the decaying carcasses of animals that had met their doom due to it.

Lowering herself back onto her haunches, she sat upon the cold, wet ground of the moss and shook her pelt once. "I see you've made a kill of your own. I hate these filthy creatures, so the more that die the happier I am." A soft chuckle passed the female's lips as she sat there, her tail thumping lightly against the foliage on the forest floor. It was true though, she really did have an unyielding hate for the vile creatures. If anyone had set up a group to go about and exterminate the foxes around Relic Lore, she would gladly join the party. Less foxes meant less chances of contracting rabies and more abundance of prey like hares when winter came along again. Wasn't that a wonderful thought to a wolf. More food.

(This post was last modified: Apr 22, 2013, 12:26 AM by Enoki.)

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If the red foxes in the female's mouth hadn't set Sagacity into a good mood, then the response to her greeting surely did. And perhaps it was because Sagacity liked appearances and how they influenced her perception of another wolf, but the female's striking markings were alluring, and intrigued the sterling female even more. How had she come by such bold patterns? Sagacity had seen dark points on wolves before- she sported her own, afterall- but rarely had she ever seen light points on a wolf. These weren't caused by the sun, either- she'd seen some black wolves go quite mahogany in the summer when their pelt was lightened, but she'd never seen a black wolf with white fur quite so clean and bright. She wondered if she was of a different subspecies of wolf, to have such remarkable looks- but everything else about her looked entirely wolfish and nothing out of the normal. Perhaps she'd simply been blessed with the markings- unable to find any other reason for a wolf to be so remarkable, Sagacity decided it must simply have been extraordinary genes.

Her physical response was one which set Sagacity at ease so she approached through the verdant woodlands and as the magpie-marked female put down her catch, so did Sagacity. She felt at ease, especially knowing that there was no way the striking woman would try to steal her catch- carrying two adults and one fox kit would be too much for one wolf and if any pilfering were to happen, it would be Sagacity, as she could have easily carried off one of the adults along with her kit. But she didn't feel entitled to the meal of a stranger, hardly at all when she'd killed and eaten already and found herself drawn to the female both through the energy in her response and simply because she was good-looking.

"Hello," Sagacity responded. While her voice was not nearly as cheerful, it was still charming and warm. She'd never been one to exhibit any great amount of enthusiasm, but even the amount she'd shown by greeting the female was uncharacteristic of her. She felt herself becoming of a social nature simply by the way she'd been greeted, and mustered up as much enthusiasm as she was likely able to show. She laughed lightly, another uncharacteristic reaction, when the female spoke about foxes and she nodded. Already she liked the female more than she'd expected to- more than she'd ever liked most other wolves upon a first meeting. It was a kindling of friendship she'd not expected to feel from any first meeting with another wolf.

"You and I both," She agreed whole-heartedly, with a firm nod. "I killed its siblings as well. Mangy beasts; there've been a few cases of rabies in Relic Lore, and with this amount of foxes around, it'd be sure to spread." She said and grimaced slightly. "I've even seen a wolf stricken." She said, obviously quite disgusted by the fact that a wolf- such a noble creature in contrast with the lowly foxes and coyotes- had been claimed by the illness. "No. The fewer foxes there are about, the better it is for all of us." She said, with another nod.

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Enoki perked her ears forward in curiosity as the sterling female gave her pelt a good look over. Most likely she was taking in the striking contrast of her pelt. It was common for wolves that she met to give her odd looks over the very odd coloration of her fur, seeing as being black with bright patches of white were very uncommon. It was more common to see black wolves with grays mixed in, but never such a white as she had. No, it wasn't some odd cross breeding that caused her mutation one could almost say, but the rare out come of her parents genes passing down to her. Her mother was much like herself, black in color with small portions of grey peeking through, and her father was of a creamy white with small pits of gray. It was just the way her parents genes mixed that caused her to obtain the coloration of both parents, leaving Enoki with her unique pelt.

Noticing the slight easiness that the female took after her warm invitation, she herself allowed her guard to drop, but not fully. Even though she seemed friendly and welcoming, one could never truly know a wolf off one encounter. For all she knew, she could be a wolf in sheep's clothing, pun intended. A small rush of relief flowed through the oreo female as the silver wolf also let her catch lay upon the ground, clearly trusting Enoki enough in the fact that she wouldn't dart off with the kit. The thought of stealing ones catch was never a question in her mind. There were certain morals that she lived by and stealing was of an utmost sin in her eyes.

She could feel a small tug at her lips as they pulled back into a small smile as the woman finally greeted her back, though not nearly as cheery as Enoki's, which was actually uncharacteristic of her. Normally she was more guarded and cautious of strangers, but today she allowed herself to be more lenient towards the wolves of Lore. The two wolves she has met so far were nice enough, why not some of the others as well? Perking her ears forward again, she listened to her words before nodding in agreement about fewer foxes. "I completely agree. I can't stand them so the less in the world, the better."She gave another nod, more firm this time. "I can't say I've seen a wolf with the disease, but I have smelt it on some decaying carcasses on my travels."

Like Enoki, Sagacity had never seen a wolf inflicted with rabies until she'd come to Relic Lore. In truth, she'd only ever seen one fox with it in her life before she'd come to this area, but it had made a huge impact on her and the way she saw other carnivores, particularly foxes. Once she'd learned what the disease was, she disliked them even more for being carriers of it. The coyote she'd seen with Mapplethorpe had further soured her view of other wolf-like carnivores, and she associated the disease with vermin. Having seen the rabid wolf at the borders of Nomad's Pass had made her even more hateful toward vermin- one of them had infected a wolf, and that simply wasn't fit.

"It's a plague," She commented, though that much was obvious. "Only fit for the likes of these," She said, gesturing toward the dead foxes. Not that she wished the illness upon them, however- as the knowledge that they could- and would- pass it on to wolves made her wary of even the lowliest of creatures being infected. She was highly judgmental of the creatures and it seemed as though her companion was as well; the shared dislike made her an instant ally, if only in that regard. Thus, with the topic discussed, Sagacity felt it was time for an introduction.

She gave the amber-eyed female a smile. "I'm Sagacity," She said. From what she could tell, the black and white female was a lone wolf- she didn't carry the scent of many other wolves on her pelt, though Sagacity, as a scout, wasn't entirely sure how much she might have borne the pack scent either. She suspected, though, that he'd spent enough time in Nomad's Pass since the attack that it might have been somewhat obvious, and as she felt the female was of a good mettle, she decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to introduce her pack as well. "I'm from Nomad's Pass." She said, with a brief nod and a twinkle in her eye.

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She already grew a liking for this wolf. They shared a distaste for the disgusting vermin and this was enough for her even if this was all that they would have in common. A shared hatred was better than nothing in her mind. Though this talk of rabies was an awakening for Enoki. She hadn't seen a wolf contracted with the disease, but the fact that they indeed could catch it made the female wary of her prey. She always gave a tentative sniff before allowing herself to make a meal of whatever it was she could get her paws on. Nodding once more, Enoki agreed with her about the plague being fit for the likes of those lowly creatures.

Giving the female a quick nod of acknowledgment, she proceeded to introduce herself in response. "It's nice to meet you, Sagacity. I'm Enoki Ashrelle." She announced, followed by a soft smile and a wag or two of her tail. Even without revealing who she pledged her loyalty to, the scent of her pack was obvious, though one could tell she hadn't been apart of the pack for that long due to how weak the scent was. It was weak, but it was still there. As for herself, Enoki bore the scent of no pack, but her own. She was as loner smelling as a wild could get, but this txt didn't bother her. The woman was a jack of all trades so to speak who could survive as a loner, obviously, and could do just the same had she joined Elettra's pack of Willow Ridge when she offered Enoki a home.

But finding a pack was not the main thing on Enoki's agenda. Not yet at least. For now she only busied herself with exploring Relic Lore and keeping her self at a healthy level. There was still many places to travel and still more packs to acquaint herself with. The only ones she had come across was the Ride and now Nomads Pass thanks to their member who stood before her. From what she remembered Elettra quoting, there we're many other packs that called these lands home. Breaking away from her thoughts, she spoke once more. "So what brings you here on this early afternoon? If you don't mind me asking." Another smile rugged at her lips, her head giving a curious tilt to the side.

Enoki Ashrelle. Having met a few other wolves in Relic Lore who shared what was to Sagacity a 'novelty' of having a surname, Sagacity knew enough now to separate 'Enoki' from 'Ashrelle' and leave the latter as a tag-on. The sterling female had come from a family and region in which wolves did not give themselves surnames. There hadn't been too many about- no neighbouring packs as there were in Relic Lore- and thus no reason to need to identify themselves by surname. If they needed any identification at all, it would come from the name of the pack which was only given if needed. Since coming to this area, however, she'd learned that wolves had family names. She had come to assume also that when wolves became a pair they chose a new surname. Naira and Rhysis shared the surname Aquila- though she didn't know yet that Aquila was Rhysis's surname and that females simply sacrificed their own and took the male's. Such a strange custom it was, to Sage. In response, she rarely ever put any effort into remembering them. Almost as instantaneously as Enoki had introduced herself as Enoki Ashrelle, the surname had been forgotten. It wasn't as though Sagacity figured there were many Enokis about anyway and if there were, surely there weren't any who looked like this one.

Sagacity had guessed perhaps that Enoki might inquire about her pack but she didn't. Instead, she seemed more curious about what Sagacity was doing than where she was from. She was somewhat disappointed- she'd wanted to talk about Nomad's Pass in hopes of winning over Enoki's interest and possibly bringing her back as a recruit- but she decided it was actually better that she hadn't. She still had yet to get to know Enoki better, and wouldn't want to bring a dud back to the pack, though she assumed it wouldn't be so with the magpie-coloured woman.

"I'm a Scout," She said, offering a smile. "It's my job- and pleasure- to travel about, make note of other packs, the movement of prey, et cetera. I've never been to this area before," She said, and chuffed. "I suppose there's some name or other for it though. From what I've gathered, wolves in this area have a penchant for naming places even if they don't live in them." She said with a bit of a chuckle. It wasn't that it wasn't useful to have a name for areas, but Sagacity thought the idea of sticking a name on a place and expecting everyone else to use the same name was a bit ridiculous. "Probably something like "Mossy Woodlands" or "Greeny Mosses." She kidded. "What d'you think?"

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A scout, so that was her rank within the Nomads Pass pack. Enoki continued to listen to Sage as she further explained her title by sharing the duties that came with being a scout. This was actually useful information to her, seeing as she was scouting out packs herself to see which one would fit her best when she finally decided to make Relic Lore her new home. Having knowledge of the ranks beforehand would help her that much more. She was certain that no two packs would need the same ranks to be filled as would two other packs. If she found a certain position she cared for and found a pack that needed such and meshed well with her personality, then bam, Enoki found her new home.

A soft chuckle of amusement slid past her black lips as she listened to the woman ramble on about the different names that could be given to this place, though she herself didn’t know what the name of any place was except the two previous places she had traveled to. Fireweed Rise and Heartleaf Creek. While listening with one ear open, Enoki let her mind wander for a moment on her own set of names that could fit this isolate forest that was filled to the brim with abominable pest. ”How about hell due to all the damn foxes crawling around this place?” An amused chuckle followed her statement as she shifted her weight more evenly between her back haunches.

Frankly the name of the places around here didn’t really matter to the oreo female. The name could always be changed, but the land not so much. It would be easier to remember the land as it lay than to remember some random named tacked onto it for show. But, what Enoki really wanted to do now was to snack on one of her measly prizes to hold off her hunger for now. ”So, tell me more about this pack of yours. I’m curious about the packs around here seeing as I do plan on calling here home, but I’d like to survey the different areas and packs before making my decision.” And it was true what she said.

While giving the female something to talk about, Enoki took this opportunity to lay down and pull the vixen she had caught between her paws, tearing off the tuffs of orange fur to expose the small portions of meat below. The little bitch would make a lovely snack after the fight she put up, leaving a small scratch just above her lip. While paying full attention to what Sage was saying out of respect, Enoki would steal a bite here and there before taking a gander back up at the wolf.