not the sort of shrimp you wanna mess with

It seems like more and more wolves have been wandering into Ethne pack lands lately with little thought given to the fact that they are trespassing. Haydée is running a patrol when she finds the stranger’s scent on the breeze and she quickly changes course to intercept them. The wind drives her scent away from the stranger and she is effectively hidden in the tree line, small form obscured by the underbrush, as the young leader pauses to watch the huge, unknow male approach the creek.

Green eyes squint suspiciously at the stranger, ready to drive him off if he seeks to harm her pack but, for now, she will remain hidden. The wind continues to work in her favor, as the young man approaches the cool water and she curiously watches as he attempts to fish. The young woman is forced to stifle a laugh when one of the shrimps that scuttle along the bottom pinch his nose and she has to press a paw to her mouth as her form quietly shakes. While is able to keep her laughter quiet but the amusement is clearly expressed by her body.

Haydée continues to remain hidden, watching as this poor wolf attempts to fish and is only reward is pinches. The stranger steps away, growling at the shrimp underneath the water and she reads defeat and frustration in his posture. As he begins to follow the creek further inland, the young woman detaches herself from the shadows and causally moves toward, gently saying, “It is easier to catch the shrimp if you use a net. Otherwise…” she stops a short distance away the male and juts a paw out at his nose as she finishes, “they can hurt.”

Even though the young man is trespassing, to Hay he simply appears to be hungry so she tilts her head and says, “Though, if you are hungry, I suggest you try some of the fish that we catch. They are much more filling.” A warm smile appears on her maw as she looks at him, ready to offer him aid or her teeth… depending on how he reacts.


"Haydée Kedieo"