had my heart broken by this woman named tammy

Wandering paws had taken Justice on walkabout again, though she tried not tonstray too far. She was still on hyoeralert status from all the groups being forced to gather in tbe west and while some seemed to be beginning to move back towards the now-quieter volcano she was wary of a sneak attack. That was what she would do, after all - raid when they were beginning to relax and let tbeir guard down. The last raid hadn't gone well for her pack, then Celestial, even though they'd ultimately won. Too many casualties, and many of those wolves were gone now. Those had been wolves in the prime of their lives who had been maimed for protecting their pack boundaries - now the pack's defenders wrre mostly barely two. She and Paladin were actually some of the oldest wolves jn the pack now, gross as that thought was. Old. Fuck. Wasn't that a fucking joke?

Her head tilted and ears pricked when she caught sight of the unusually colored pelt of a wolf in her path, pawing at something on the ground. Well hell, how did he manage to feed himself looking like that? He'd have to camouflage himself in shady water to sneak up on anything. Admittedly, they were damn good looking markings on the taller and rangier male, and she took the time to admire him somewhat lasciviously as she approached him from behind. Careful to walk quietly but casually so that if he looked around it wouldn't look like she was stalking him.

"Hey there, Blue, what you doing all the way out here by your lonesome?" she chortled as she got within startle-distance, and eyed the turtle shell he was messing with. "I hope I'm not interrupting something special between you and Mister Turtle."