Sex: FemaleSenka Flint allow me this moment of bliss so I may begin to miss the torment Senka was checking the game trails when she came across something strange nearby. The old wolf moved jerkily, as if her joints gave her as much trouble as Skana’s did. Watching the old wolf, it was clear she wasn’t all there, what with the soft murmuring Senka couldn’t quite make out. Lifting her tail high, Senka drew the old woman's attention towards her. As old as she was, Senka still viewed her as a possible threat to the pack. ”Ma’am, is there a reason you're so close to my pack’s borders?” The old she-wolf paused in her jerky movement and lifted her head to look into Senka’s eyes. The hunter had to hold back a gasp when she meet her eyes. They weren’t blinking and seemed to stare straight into her soul. It was greatly unnerving to see eyes such as these. “Ma’am? A-are you alright?” Senka questioned nervously, taking a step backwards in case the old crone did something. Something definetly was off with this old lady as she simply continued to stare at Senka before beginning to mumble again, making Senka prick her ears and lean forward in attempt to hear them. Was this an explanation as to why she was here? “Excuse me?” Suddenly, Senka begun to feel quite odd. She didn’t know why but she just felt....odd. It was as if her senses had been dulled, like she had dunked her head underwater. What had the old wolf said to do this? When shaking her head did nothing, she turned her attention back to the old crone but she had disappeared. Senka was shocked. Surely, with her jerky movements, the old wolf hadn't just silently left? But the thought couldn't be shaken from her. The old wolf was here then she was gone. What had the old wolf done to her? <b style="font-family:georgia; color:#fefefe;"> |
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