Wrong Stripes

Having combed through the plains, Rhazien was disappointed. The tigress’ scent vanished suddenly after he’d spent well over an hour tracking it. Tsk. Stopping, and shaking his pelt out of frustration, he considered returning back to his abode- but instead, his attention shifted to something shimmering in the distance. Simply curious, he gravitates towards it- finding a pile of miscellaneous materials, abandoned by its previous owner for unknown reasons. Inspecting it closer, it seemed like someone could make a mask out of it all. A piece of leather, some colorful pebbles, and some twine.

He was still inspecting the materials when another wolf arrived- entering his proximity without hesitation, her colorful frame pulling his gaze towards her. Oh my. A pretty, youthful girl with some spunk- the expression on her face is accusatory, as she asks what he’s doing in her plains. “Oh my, have I trespassed?” He says, lips pulling back into that suave, devilish smirk of his- one that reveals the serrated fangs in his mouth. Sniffing the air, he didn’t identify a pack’s scent on her, which meant she was a loner. But did she truly live here, all alone? “Perhaps you’ll allow me to make you a gift, in exchange for my freedom.” His voice was playful, as he matched her attempt at dominance with casual bantering. Of course, he wasn’t concerned with her appearance, and didn’t consider her a threat- if anything, she was another pretty piece of ass he’d try to flirt with and woo with his charm.


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