Home is where my paws go

Tove has been out scouting the nearby lands, checking for signs of game and predators that roam close by. Duel toned eyes scan the lush green planes and she spies signs of a herd of deer that had recently passed through. Paws carefully pick their way through the land, curiosity pulling her onward while her nose tests the air every now and then to check for predators.

The lioness’s scent strikes Tove’s nostrils long before she spies the white figure laying atop a grassy hill. Worry tugs her lips downward, knowing that such a large predator roaming near their pack lands can be a dangerous sign. Moving toward the feline’s resting place, the scarred woman slowly approaches, testing to see if the creature wishes to fight or perhaps seems worried about a pack wolf approaching her.


"Tove Baade"