Brave New World

Fia wasn't fond of the swamplands, but she didn't mind all that much either. She obviously kept up well with her pelt and personal hyenine, but she very clearly didn't mind getting down and dirty either. Not that they ever discussed but Fia did care a lot of her external imagine, not that she was really one to care about what others thought of her overall. It was almost two different sides of a coin. Stolas wouldn't have any reason to believe she was mean or rude though. It wasn't usually intentional, he was just lucky to get that warm side of her from the start.

She couldn't help but smile a bit as Stolas came to view from her call, a feeling that was starting to become familiar to her. As he drew closer she lifted her front paws to wrap around his shoulders in a hug, a casual greeting or so she thought. It was almost acting on impulse really. They were getting to know each other more as time went on. She was definitely comfortable around him. "I just got here." She reassured him as she pulled her neck back to lay her eyes on his. It was at that moment that she noticed a movement behind him in the swamplands, funny how silent the paws were through the marsh. Immediately her fur stood up in bristles while she slowly let go of Stolas and moved a couple steps to the side of him, looking out at the twisting roots of the trees and brush ahead. She went completely silent, like she wasn't even breathing anymore. All of her senses zoned completely into where the suspect had been seen.

It wasn't but half a minute later that a different coyote lunged from behind her, or behind them if Stolas had turned to see what she was looking for. Fia had quick reaction to the sound of splashing behind, leaping to the side and swiveling on her paws to face the immediate threat. She didn't know if it had targeted her or Stolas, she could have been the easier target for being a little smaller than him or it could have gone for him looking stronger to take out the more obvious threat first. How wrong could they be though. Without thinking much at all, she dove forward taking a harsh grasp at the coyote's back leg with her teeth. And it was then the the rest of the pack came out from the shadows to defend their comrade.

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"Fiametta & Stolas"