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Leaving the sanctuary of the Ravine behind, Nimue was on the hunt for knowledge- certainly not the inquisitive type, but there was always room for improvement in her mind. And, in truth, she’d become a little bored of sparring with her pack mates - if she even dared to call them that - having assaulted many of them, out of her own selfish desire to ensue havoc. To satiate the anger that festered inside of her. A merciless weapon to be honed, if one had the patience- though, Chimera had been on her case lately, breathing down her neck, forcing her into a customary state within his ranks. But this served as fuel to the fire- leading her out of Ashens territory, in search of a stranger to terrorize.

And so, she’d cross over into the wetlands that mirrored the estuary- sauntering through the underbrush with ease, using her tiny height to help conceal her from peering eyes. There was another wolf nearby, that was for certain- masculine pheromones dancing in the breeze, making her snout crinkle and her nostrils quiver. Maybe another pervert.