Any BTD wolf is welcome!
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It was early summer. For Iopah hunting at this time of year consisted of picking off fawns in the orchard. A sportless occupation, but rewarding enough for her to comb the tall gasses every year. It would last until either the mothers grew wise to her ways or the fawns grew old enough to accompany their mothers. This afternoon was a case of the former. She'd made two passes now and come across nothing. Nothing! She growled into the thick grass and raised her head to scan the trees laden with nothing but hard unripened fruit.
Disgusted she started north. Typically she hunted in the more southern regions. The area was sheltered by the mountain range from the brunt of the weather. It seemed to make a difference, hunting was better than in the warm brambles. Unfortunately it was farther away. Iopah had been hoping to find something to bring back as a lesson for the pups. Something alive. If she went south whatever she caught would likely be dead by the time she made it back. Edible, but not educational. It would have to be the nearby brambles then.
Before today she hadn't gone far enough into the brambles to notice the change.
The prickers were so similar to the thorns in her thicket that she paid them no mind. She poked through the undergrowth, making a meal of a snake sunning himself. He never would have made the journey back to the pups anyways. The scent of wolves did not bother her at first. Loners were always drawn to the cherry orchard and the surrounding land. But as she went on the number of wolf scents grew in number and intensity. Her brows drew together in a scowl, not having yet put together what had happened, but quietly seething by the number of wolves skulking just around the corner from them.
She hit a scent marker and tossed her head up in anger, cursing into the hot cloying air. They weren't loners, they were idiots. The Keep wolves were acceptable to Io because of their privacy. In the six months since she'd met Sage she had yet to stumble upon them. Whoever led this band had no such wisdom. She resisted the urge to mark the border herself and turned to stalk alongside it. It was taboo to cross a border and she was not furious enough to trespass. Politeness was not even entertained. They had not asked permission to set up shop at her doorstop, so she would rudely hunt just beyond their border.