Old Pine

*Chepi* · 07-14-2013, 07:44 PM

It was the obvious scent of blood that hit her first. From in front of her, she was sure - and of prey - but she was unsure as to the killer. Their scent was hidden beneath the gory perfume, and her stomach rumbled quietly in response. She was not hungry, but she knew that her meals would be scarce on her own. Her first initial thought was to backtrack, hide away until the owner of the kill wandered off. She could always gorge herself on what was left. Tawny paws had just stopped when she heard the masculine voice.

Hushed curses sprouted from black lips, narrowed eyes scanning ahead of her. She had been found out already! He did not know her, nor even what she looked like. She might be able to turn and swiftly run back, and find another way down. A shifting paw in the snow dashed that quick thought. What if this male wasn't done hunting just yet? She would have to come in contact with others at some point; it was bound to happen, so why not get it over with?

These thoughts came and went in seconds. Chepi calmly continued onward, head held high and her face an expressionless mask. Molten eyes locked onto the masculine figure as soon as she spotted him, around the bend. The kill was there, too. A quick glance to check it out, then back to the wolf.

"Chepi," she responded bluntly, keeping her distance. She kept her regal stance, her eyes darting over his form to analyze his. "And you?" Her voice was medium-pitched, tilted with an accent unable to derived from so few words. Finally, her gaze rested on the male's eyes, watching him closely.

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