Sex: FemaleThe alabaster woman moved through the territory, a soreness pleading and screaming for her muscles to breathe… to calm. And yet, she’d continue to drag herself towards the den so she might rest. She’d checked the borders three times, finding herself agitated with the presence of Sanguine Cove wolves, even if Viorel and Eros insisted they were to be treated like normal newcomers… well, normal newcomers meant she’d terrorize the lot of them as best as she could, but given the tone with which it had been said…
Well, for once she actively sought to avoid trouble by avoiding the woman and her two crotch goblins.
Besides, there were better things to do. @Ozark had taught her much, including how to skin, and she’d used that to her advantage to keep herself busy. Despite her bustling reputation as a troublemaker and a bit of a hothead, she’d stayed out of a lot of trouble recently… really since Euna had disappeared the way she had. It was as if she’d been able to take all of that rage and need for conquest and dive it into simply becoming perfect at everything she did.
It hadn’t spared her entirely, as the thin scar on her shoulder proved.
It was then that the wreaking scent of fox infiltrated her nose, causing her nostrils to flare. Her eyes narrowed as she let out a cold and angered growl… and then she saw it. The two creatures, nestling down for a rest in her sanctuary… the den she kept away from the pack den when she needed time alone.
And the foxes heard her, their vulpine features breaking into hisses as they rose to their feet.
She’d taken them both on if they had to. They were too far in the territory for her to ignore… and they were in her spot.