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*Ophelia* · 08-28-2021, 10:07 AM

With all the hunting that was going on to fill the Armada's stores, the scent of blood was strong on the wind and heavy enough to taste. Everyone was doing their part to replace what had been lost, dragging in their quarries within the boundaries so it could be prepared, salted and dried for later consumption. Ophie glanced up at the sky, her brows furrowing a little as she stood just within the territory border. Scavenger birds were now a common sight as they circled above, watching with their beady little eyes, waiting for an opening to swoop down and claim a free meal. Whenever Sirius' vulture would fly by they would scatter into the Willow trees, only to return when he was out of sight once more.

And yet as intimating as the Warlord's vulture could be it was not nearly enough to keep larger beasts at bay.

Ophie had been feeling a little iffy all morning. Her patrol had gone well enough thus far as till now it had only been a laid back jaunt, retreading old tracks of those who were far more capable than her. But that's the thing about wolves, they had strength in numbers meaning most predators wouldn't run the risk of earning the ire of so many enemies at once. And yet...it was hard to say, but Ophie had a creepy, crawling feeling trickling across her skin. There was something out there, watching her from the shadows of the trees.

She shifted her weight to her front paws, wondering if she should call for someone to help her have a look but-

Something surged out of the shadows, a flash of orange and Ophie was shoved down to the ground with teeth clamping down against the meat of her throat. She kicked and struggled, her own claws unsheathing as she slashed at its belly; only just managing to fight back because of the blessing in disguise that was her obesity. With so much fat it couldn't get a proper strangle hold of her larynx and yet she was bleeding all the same. Even more blood on the wind. It thrashed her about, scrapping her against the floor like a rag doll as she struggled with all her might to hold it back. Cats were ambush predators and wolves were not, even without her condition she was at a major disadvantage and they both knew it.

Her oversized robin was quick to hop away, bouncing into flight as it SCREECHED as loud as its little lungs would allow. It would get her help even if it needed to poke someone's eyes out.

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