Crimson Casanova

*Lova* · 09-26-2013, 03:43 PM

The fall was well in it's way. Soon animals would be hiding themselves and it would become harder for wolves to search for their good. Not that the girl had much of a problem with that. The thick coated lady had been born and raised in Russia. Food there consisted of bark and rabbits if you were lucky you'd get moose. So survival, was high on her list of things. Not that she had to worry much about that since joining Glaciem. It had been brought to her attention that the more she moved around, the more she was enjoying this small game she played with the other wolves. As her paws made small prints within the dirt, she glided along the confines of the forest. Her black tail making a swinging motion back and forth. The only other noise, being that of the falling autumn leaves. Her fluid movements were short lived though, as the sounds of a hunt began to fill her ears. The Tuxedo marked woman lifted her body up in alert. She wanted to find the source of this noise, because perhaps it would give her some source of entertainment. Lova's strides turned into sneaky zigzag motions. That was until she found a place to support her hidden form. Her shoulder blades pressed up against her as she crouched down. Her tail curled around her right side as she watched the odd colored male hunt. Lova was already finding him interesting just by the face of his coloring and the necklace with the feather that he had on. He was a bit shorter than her, but only by and inch by the looks of it. Lova opened her mouth to dig in his scent, to commit it to memory.
It wasn't until he was finished hunting that she decided to back up out of her hiding place. The male seemed to be rather hungry by the way he was eating it, it was enough to make her mouth water. Though she mustn't try to steal, not when he could leave marks on her fur. She was within Glaciem, they could feed her, if she returned to the pack lands and requested food they must give it to her. Then again they could just throw her off, and have her hunt for her own food. What a sad state that would have been, and she probably would have thrown a fit over it. Love one day wished to be a queen who sat beside a king who would take care of her. It was a troublesome task, and she didn't believe in love. So what would that amount to? When her king already had a lead lady, Lova didn't have the hope of taking her place. It was rather ambitious of her, but ambition was good. If you knew your way around at least. That was what her father had told her. In those snowy streets all year round of Russian territory. It was the stronger ones who could have the dreams and wish for things. Eventually, it would be rewarded too, if you worked hard enough. Standing back and waiting, didn't ever do any wolf good.
Once the man was into his meal. She made herself known, the lady moved forward. Her gray muzzle marking on her lower jaw seeming fairly out of place from the rest of the shirt like marking. Her toes and back paws were free from the gray color. For as her face and chest was white too apart from the portion of her head that was the same gray. Her black tail stood out from the rest, but probably not as much as her cyan eyes did. Lova didn't make a sound crouching lower down as she was within range of the wolves eyes. Her tail made a ticking motion back and forth as she eyed his prey. Maybe he'd give some to her, or he would snap at her. She honestly couldn't wait for the response that she would be given. This game was something she enjoyed playing, the game of life as many would call it anyway.
"I don't suppose you are willing to share are you?" Lova spoke in her light Russian accent. It wasn't heavy on her vocal cords since she had been here for a year now. Although the language was still in her head, she could speak foreign tongue if she really wanted. The click in her tongue was something she had been born with. As she raised her body and tucked her tail between her legs to show that she honestly meant no harm. The lady pulled her legs equal distance from each other as she raised her head to expose her chest. The rather thick coat of fur around her was growing in for the winter months. Making Lova fairly fluffy. She wouldn't be surprised if she was the most amazing pillow in the world, but at the moment she was more worried about the food.
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