Mad IQs

Waiting patiently for his sister to make the fatal mistake of catching his eye, the pale youngster was lounging in the moonlight in the middle of the grove. The sun had spent the day cooking the ground, and the heat that had been trapped in the dark stones around the volcano was slowly being released all across the territories. It meant that despite the slight breeze and the late hour, the little wolf was still comfortably warm. He wanted to spar with his sister, and make his way through all of his littermates to see what kind of fighters they were. He was going to save Ichy for last, so they two of them could really have at 'er. They were thick as thieves, and so he wasn't worried about tracking him down for a little brawl later on.

He thought he saw a dappled slate figure sneaking through the undergrowth, and leaped to his paws. "Widow?" he called out, the hint of uncertainty in his voice merely a testament to Widow's ability to blend in with the shadows. She was certainly better at it than he was, with all the pale colours that wrapped his body. "Widow! Come spar with me!" he barked, brows furrowing with something adjacent to frustration but not quite hitting the mark. The fact that the slate marked youth wasn't entirely sure he was even following Widow was more frustrating than the fact that she might be evading him. He caught a strong whiff of her scent on the breeze, and found reassurance that he was on the right track. Oversized paws were beginning to develop a kind of grace all their own, and he relaxed his toes to keep his oversized talons from catching on the uneven terrain while he prowled after his sister.

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