Kotori didn’t often use the rustling thicket for his hunting.  The wolf preferred more open land, able to run straight ahead without all the brush for the prey to zigzag around.  Today though he was hunting prey that abounded in here.  Kotori was on a mission to collect feathers.  Kotori picked up a dead dove he had just killed and flung it inside a sack, already containing turkey and some type of waterfowl within. Kotori was in the process of collecting feathers.  

This place was littered with birds, though most of them were up in the trees.  There were tiny ground birds running around but they were no better than the dove he had just taken.  He wouldn’t of bothered with such a small one but it had been just that dumb.  If a bird was going to practically fly straight at him then it must have wanted death.

"Kotori Fatalis"

The day was overcast, a thick layer of clouds hiding the harsh sun that normally made it harder for Nirvana to survey the land around her. Yet, though the skies had darkened, there was no rain. At least not yet. You could smell it coming though, and could practically feel it in how the wind blew across the lands. Setting out in her feathered cape, wearing her dagger, the woman had decided to take a stroll through one of the lands neighboring Elysium and survey it for potential resources and the like. The albino woman had grown comfortable with the Rock Garden, the territory that she called home, and she enjoyed frequenting the lake, but the Rustling Thicket was an interesting territory of its own.

The first thing that Nirvana would notice about the thicket was how overgrown it was. As she stepped out of Elysium the grass started to grow taller. Nirvana furrowed her brow as she walked, noticing how those grasses tickled up her legs. The further in she walked, the taller the grass started to become. They seemed to want to stretch up towards the earth, and in the trees she could hear the voices of a great many birds that made the territory their home. Well, should she ever crave the taste of bird, she knew where she was coming to hunt dinner. The albino woman flicked her ears forward, nose twitching as she caught the scent of another. Ah, she recognized that pack scent. Valta.

Nirvana would let her paws carry her through the squishy grass, welcoming its cool feel on her paws as she drew closer to Kotori as he tossed the dove in his bag. “Having some good hunting luck, are we?” Her words weren’t incredibly warm, but nor did they hold the tone of one who had malice on the brain. She tilted her head to the side slightly, furrowing her brow a little. The man’s description seemed quite interesting. Was this the leader of Valta? Kotori Fatalis? Nirvana would refrain from saying anything more for the moment, waiting for the earthen colored male to respond to her.

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Explored a new land: Rustling Thicket - 1/3

"Nirvana Mendacium"

It seemed with the sounds of the birds and focusing on his task it wasn’t until the last moment that he noticed the other wolf coming up.  The white wolf had the scent of Elyssium on her.  Kotori regarded her for a moment before nodding.  “Sumatar Kotori Fatalis,” the man responded with formal pride, “and yes, it would be hard not to have an easy time hunting.” He thought of asking who she was but withheld the question, expecting she’d respond after he’d given his own.  

The cape of feathers must have taken a while to make Kotori imagine considering the Elyssium wolf again.  The dagger she wore was an interesting thing to notice.  It seemed lately more and more wolves chose to carry around weapons to wield in their mouths instead of choosing to simply bite the enemy.  Well, Kotori slashed and jabbed with his horns at times so perhaps he wasn’t one to judge.  Still, Kotori enjoyed biting and testing the flesh of his enemy.

"Kotori Fatalis"