The howling

*Maija* · 07-20-2013, 01:22 AM

The trails she had picked up were cold, days old and clearly indicated the trekkers had left the area. Maija mentally tossed them aside as she slowly walked through the underbrush, ignoring the vibrant colors and bright green life that sprouted all around her. She flicked her tail in impatience as she found yet another scent trail, one that held promise. 'Finally,' she thought in a disgruntled mental voice. The golden-hued dame was about to set off until she realized that she wasn't as alone as she would have liked.
Her body froze, one front paw in midair beneath her head. Maija's nose quickly twitched, taking in the fresher scent of a stranger. The said stranger was on her left, explaining how her eyes swiftly checked at the corners of her peripheral vision. Slowly, Maija turned her majestic head towards Cross, taking in his multi-colored form. Her leaf green eyes rose to meet his and what a distance they had to travel! Assuming he wasn't even a year old, he was huge for his age!
Yet, Maija remained silent. Hackles rose, making her fur stand on end. Her tail bristled and her eyes narrowed into slits. Her ears slipped back to her cranium like oil had been used to keep them down. She let her upper lip curl back, revealing her pearly white canines. Her stony gaze burned into the tall male's before she let it go. As soon as she had raised her physical defenses, she let them down. Mentally, her walls were up - they always were - but she relaxed and raised an eyebrow to the male in front of her. Keeping his scent in mind for possible future encounters, she turned her head away from him and carried on with her hunt. Hunger was heard from her stomach as she found her way through the next bed of nearby bushes. Her slender form slipped through the branches without as much as catching onto one limb. A final flick of her tail and she was gone.

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