Ooo Fancy Pants Mr. McGee Over Here F--- [Absinth]

Absinth reveled in the crisp air, her breath misting before her as she navigated the maze of snow-laden ruins. The Wall was a usual haunt for her and her flock, an expanse she was tasked with patrolling regularly even with her new brood sleeping peacefully back at home. As she ventured deeper, her sharp eyes caught sight of a commotion near the stone wall. Her curiosity piqued, she slunk closer, her movements graceful and silent. There, near a seal carcass, a dark brute of a wolf was attempting to spook off some of her beloved ravens. Annoyance flickered in her eyes at the intruder’s audacity.

Before she could intervene, two coyotes emerged from the underbrush, their eyes gleaming with opportunistic hunger. The dark wolf cursed at them, his frustration evident.

A sly smile curved Absinth's lips. She enjoyed watching others struggle, especially when it involved those who disrupted her lovely birds. This scene promised to be quite entertaining. But she was itching for action, being cooped up for too long had a way of doing that to you, so she did as she always had.

“Having trouble, are we?” Absinth's voice rang out, playful and taunting. She stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she surveyed the scene.

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