(lol wat r timelines)
Arayne's paws were numb with cold, but she carried herself proudly, loping through the night with a snowshoe hare hanging limply from her jaws. She had chased the creature for an obscenely long time, even as the sun went down, but she was hungry, and determined not to lose another meal. And so, eventually, she had run it to exhaustion and snapped it's neck, and was now bringing it back to the cave she had made her temporary den at to enjoy the spoils of her victory.
It seemed, however, that her den was already taken. A male wolf, his grayscale coat silverlike in the moonlight, lay at the mouth of the cavern. She slowed, watching him carefully. There was no covered, nowhere to hide. If it came to conflict, she would either have to hope that she was stronger than him, or faster than him. She wouldn't be the one to initiate a fight, not even over the cave (she could hardly claim to own a territory all by her lonesome). She lowered her head, dropping the rabbit onto the snowy ground. "Good evening," she said evenly, wondering who he was."Speech"
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