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Aslatiel · 08-28-2021, 10:23 AM

Aslatiel had been making herself scarce these days. The Armada was an uncomfortable place for her at present. With family returning as though nothing had changed, her father being an entirely different wolf from how he'd been when she was a child... things were just off. Asla had agreed to stay until spring, but she was counting the days. Freedom was just around the corner and she could taste it.

Keeping herself far from others, Asla mostly ran patrols. Periodically she would cross paths with others, but would only give a nod before continuing on. She was a busy wolf, after all. The wolves of the Armada were back and forth, scattered like leaves in the wind as they rushed to bring in food for the winter to replenish the stores that had been damaged. Ever thoughtful, Asla had her own private food stores within her den. Salted meats stored in hanging bags. It would be enough to get herself and the pups through the winter without touching the food brought in by others. Already she was working on being entirely self sufficient.

As she ran the well worn path around the Armada lands, A large, screeching form blew past her. Asla stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder for a moment as she realized that it had been Ophie's robin. Turning her attention back towards the direction from whence it came, Asla began moving hurriedly forward. When the wind pulled the smell of blood directly into her nose, she wasted no time, shifting to breakneck speed. She could hear the scuffle before she could see it, but the moment she did, Asla acted.

Hind paws pushed off of the ground and the cream and grey fae found herself seated atop the feline's back. Her own feline claws sank into the beasts face and her teeth found one rounded ear, shredding it as she thrashed her head back and forth. Beneath her, the cat squealed, releasing its hold on Ophie. Asla refused to let go, sinking her claws more tightly into the cheeks of the tiger. As it bucked and thrashed, the motion caused one of her paws to slip, the claws slicing into the tiger's eye before the small woman was thrown free. Asla hit the ground hard and rolled, an audible "Oof" pulling from her. She was back on her feet in an instant, but the quick motion had left her a little dizzy and she needed a moment to reorient herself.

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