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Astiria had been tracking for days. When she got her nose to the ground all her senses where on overdrive. Her paws treaded lightly not even making a sound. Her eyes looked everywhere at once, her ears flickering around trying to catch a sound any sound. The scent was stronger now, much stronger. She stopped dead in her tracks '[COLOR=green]Now she's just being sloppy[COLOR=green]' she said, as she came up to a place where she had rubbed all against a tree. Her sister was quite the comical one, but sloppy, very sloppy. What had she been thinking? She let her paws fall heavy and all let her self brush up against objects that she could track her scent with. This was no fun she was making it too easy she would give it a few days, make her think she was getting closer let her scent die down from her trail and set out. That would be fun. She turned away from the trail she knew where it was every step she took she graphed in her head. She ran full speed to the waters edge jumping fallen logs chasing the wind, her white fur whipping against the wind, messy or not she didn't care but she needed to wash off drink and find some grubb. Her emerald green eyes lit up when she got to the water, she took slow drinks as she had been running and hadn't had water in two days she would pace herself. She trotted away from the waters edge when she got her fill, looking around for anything to hunt any sign of wildlife. She stuck her nose to the ground and began to search. but then she caught scent of something else? It smelled of a fresh kill, now she was no scavenger, but she had to check just in case her sister had somehow looped this far around. She stuck her nose to the wind in the most delicate manner, her feet moved under her as tender and quietly as a tracker should, but swiftly, yes. Her eyes kept scanning and she slowed when she saw blood spots on the ground and signs of something being drug across the ground, nothing out of the norm so far, she padded along as the blood got stonger and came to a stop, something was off. She heard no munching of the predator, she only smelt him, but she couldn't hear him? Was she going crazy? Speech,

The dark gray, white speckled brute padded through the forest that surrounded the nearby lake, weaving leisurely in and out of the trees. His fore paws and muzzle still showed the signs of his recent kill, the blood still splattered across his fur. He guessed he should probably clean himself up. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress, but he liked to keep himself looking nice all the same. He spotted a particularly shady tree a good distance from the doe he had just finished having his lunch from. He folded his legs under him and sighed comfortably before setting to work licking the blood from his paws and legs. Once that was done, he decided he was going to go down to the waters edge to get a drink and wash off his muzzle, but before he could move, a white fea walked past him, apparently looking for something. Now, Tallis being the ladies man that be was, he had no problem putting aside his tasks to introduce himself to this lovely fea with striking green eyes. He quickly licked his muzzle as clean as he could in the short time he had while he was standing. He shook out his fur and padded over to her, giving her a friendly grin. "Hey there," he greeted her, dipping his head to her politely. "I couldn't help but notice you were looking for something. Maybe I can help? "Speech."