Cressida spent most of her days patrolling. Not much of the reach between home and all that stretched from where she now stood held any interest. She was becoming bored. With only one sibling to occupy her attention, being the runt and lone female, it took time for Cress to really get any energy to do absolutely anything.
That fiery male had stripped her father from coming to further visit them. Her mother remained quite busy with whatever their Sultan had her do. It left nothing but a wandering pup.
Nose scented along the high banks of the river. Gentle sprays from the surface licking at the cluttered boulders beneath her paws feeling rather nice on her heated skin. Droplets effortlessly clutching onto her galaxy painted coat. It was when a voice yelled out that snapped her head t’wards Araxina. She’d seen the flammable pup around a few times. Her fur itself matching that of the large male who she now held a grudge against.
”A goat would kill you. Unless, you wish for an early death. Then perhaps I could use your coat for a future blanket.” Cressida shrugged. Her words filled with truth; however, a glint of playfulness leaked between each word. ”What’s your name?” Just because they were pack mates, didn’t mean she would just hunt with a stranger.
