Hone The Blade, Make It Sing

"A bit old for the field, aren't you?" Smooth tones slipped into the air as the young wolfess stepped into view of the waiting Surreal. Paradox held her head high and tail curled over her back in pride, demeanor calm and expression holding amusement as she grinned. Dark eyes trailed over the woman's body, taking note of her build and scars. She looked powerful, someone the girl has been waiting for and looking forward to meet and try her own strength against. Not to mention, as she took a deep breath of the crisp air, this was one of the wolves slinking around Hellstrom borders. Lovely.

As if shifting a tuft of fur from out of her eyes, Paradox would flip the nonexistent air and refocus to meet the woman's mismatched eyes. Perhaps she [surreal] scented her nearby the estuary and around the surrounding lands of the plains and oasis, though it would be difficult to hone in on her individual scent for she did not linger around the pack for them to stick to her coat, even if it was her family. A loner in a way, offering her services when needed then slipping away to her own devices. Her name was not spread either, keeping to the shadows and refusing to freely spill it. "I enjoy a challenge." She rumbled, tongue running over her fangs hungrily, eager to taste blood.