White sunset

Clove fulfilled her purpose in this hunt by chasing the deer toward the larger male. He must have been a well-versed hunter too- he was ready to intervene immediately, launching himself at their prey without hesitation. And quite ruthlessly at that. He went straight for its throat, creating a marled, bloodied mess out of the deer. Clove hung back for now, panting to catch her breath, while assessing the situation. And when the deer finally fell limp, she turned her attention to the large, domineering male.

And suddenly, her eyes grew wide, a sharp inhale taking her breath away. She recognized that scent. Above the smell of blood, adrenaline, and overturned soil, was the scent of The Syndicate. Sworn enemies of her Father’s kingdom. Her ears felt flat out of reflex, and Clove stepped back, trying to gravitate back toward the underbrush. She wanted to disappear back into the night, and get as far away as possible from the potentially dangerous wolf.

-Exit unless stopped-

"Clove Carpathius"