Shade from the thicket provided excellent coverage for those in need. Shadows waltzed in an eternal dance as the boughs of the trees moved back and forth in a light wind that caressed the branches in a loving embrace. One of these shadows flicked in and out of sight, a dark shape that hid behind trunks and moved downwind as the breeze did. It was a girl- an adult, now that she had finally turned two years of age. Still slim and small, never as powerful as her brother Ash. A task had been given to her by the leader of Secret Woodlands, for she was a hunter now, a feeder of the pack. Eva intended to take this seriously, though decided to make it a covert mission in order to entertain herself.
Right now she was a spy, sneaking in enemy land while watching out for other wolves and looking to stop an enemy informant. She was an adventurer; she had many years of experience under her belt and was well-renowned for her stealthy assassination abilities. Her good eye flitted back and forth amongst the foliage as she stalked forwards, keeping her head down and body straight. Somewhere here a messenger was hiding, attempting to escape from her claws and cause harm to her family. Eva would not- and could not- allow this.
Suddenly her ears perked and her body poised itself in an offensive move. She slunk forward, keeping close to the trunks and sliding against them as she walked, nose to the ground. There. A twitch in a bush, the little rascal thinks hiding in a plant will stop her from finding him!? A low, warning growl emerged from the pack of her throat. Make any move, and you're dead, it attempted to convey. Her prey did not appear to heed her as she stepped closer and closer. Almost....almost...
It seemed like her opponent intended not to take her advice, shooting from the bush in a sudden movement that nearly took her by surprise. Then both were off, weaving in and out of tree-trunks in a deadly dance. Sometimes Eva jumped too soon or too late over a root and nearly stumbled, which would classify the mission as a disaster. The nimble girl, however, managed to keep her balance somehow (her mentor would assure that it was due to her fine training, despite her own protests) and continued the dramatic chase.
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