Mmmmmoose!

The wall. Memories swirl in the nebula-clad wolf’s mind, each and every one has turned sour since Bodin’s death. Lips pull back as she works up some saliva, spitting it with as much distaste as she can on the spot that band use to keep their fire. Fuck ever coming to this cursed land. Her shoulders are heavily scarred, the stitches she had worn, torn during one of her many battles. Because of that the skin never healed right and it has left her with very noticeable, bright pink scars on her face and shoulders. Lifting her nose, Tove scents the air, screeching for any bears that she can kill. Nothing. But there is the scent of a large feline and an injured bull moose on the wind. Hmm.

Scarred nebula form stalks to where the scent of cat is and Tove presses her body against into the shadows of the wall while silently watching the huge lioness. Duel-toned eyes carefully watch as the lioness scoops dirt out of a hole and the wolf realizes that she is hunting the moose as well. Curiouser and Curiouser. Stepping around a large chunk of wall she had been using for cover, Tove walks slowly toward the cat. When she catches the feline’s dark ruby gaze, the scarred woman inclines her head in the direction of injured moose’s scent. Once it is confirmed that they are both hunting the same thing, Tove steps up to the other side of the marked off pit and silently gets to work. Words are useless and unnecessary, the nebula woman opting to let her actions show her intentions.


"Tove Baade"