Hunter band

The place was beautiful, she had to admit it, prettier than Ashen lands on her own opinion. Sweet scents carried by the wind flooded her senses, spring took a pretty grasp of the lands before her azure blue eyes. Clawed paws despite their size stepped in as swiftly as a feather, she was a big wolf but still held herself in a delicate manner. Even seductive sometimes, well she was a geisha along warrior. She was also taught to be delicate, to captivate those who placed their eyes onto her muscular yet athletic frame. Ears up, as she was into hunting mood. Now that they were practically rouges, she sought it to be important to keep a constant delivery of food. Many of their members were large, so she guessed a lot of food was due.

The plains seemed rich, under the sun's heat. But as it had rained last night, the soil felt muddy, bland under her weight. Her paws were covered in the dark, smelly substance. But the hunter didnt mind, she sometimes had to get herself dirty, either it be in mud, or blood in the situation of battle. Sniffing the wind, the pink koi aimed to track prey, she needed something big enough, like an elk or even a good sized buck. Oh but as her eyes settled through the green fields, she saw an small herd of bison. Eyes narrowed onto a young one, a calf. That would do! Silently she began to stalk, to hide herself on the foliage. Hopping to wo against the wind as a basic hunting tactic.

"Speech"