Forgive us our Trespasses...
11-17-2013, 01:30 AM
It was rare for the Tortugan pack lands to remain silent and lacking evidence of life. A reasonable explanation could be that winter had arrived to the southern hemisphere of Alacritis, bringing a chilling wind and snow that seemed to melt as it fell from the heavens to the dormant volcano. Despite its resting nature at the moment, the ground around it would forever be warm due to the magma that lazily brewed beneath the surface. Being at Mount Volkan's base was a thrilling challenge for the slowly growing pack, and a challenge was what Maija craved. The golden female was out and about, but no one except Taurig knew that she wasn't in her den. Her chosen home was right next door to his, so if her scent became obviously vacant by a breeze that passed his front entrance, he would know even if she hadn't said anything. At that moment, she was out "patrolling" the borders that were laced with the many scents that let others know the land was owned. Patrolling was not exactly what she was doing -- no, Maija was hunting. The game called to her inner core and she needed to answer it. Her paws were silent and gracefully carried her across the now familiar terrain as she searched out scents for any type of prey. She wanted to feel the thrill of her muscles working, the rush that came from successfully slaying a rabbit or even bigger game to satisfy her gullet. Even though she was slowly coming around to the ideals Taurig had in regards to being a fair ruler, she still yearned for the gush of blood that would stain her teeth from the fresh catch. Ohhhh, she was so ready! With winter finally there, Maija was able to detect scents better than in the warmer seasons. They rose above the ground like faint trails of fairy dust, leading her to either dead ends or where "X" marked the spot. Her concentration didn't waver as she pushed herself across the dense forest that was the first line of defense around the borders. She had caught the scent of a rabbit, a reoccurring delicacy for her and the pack members who ate what she caught and offered wordlessly. As she followed the fresh scent, another one hit her out of nowhere. It was then that her concentration was broken. Annoyance and a slight bout of impatience crept up in Maija's surprised gaze, but she quickly recovered the stoic expression as she realized the scent was unfamiliar to her. Definitely not prey, but not of the Tortugan pack mates, either, she became intrigued...and rather angry. Unfamiliar scents did not automatically register welcomed guests in her mind, and with that she set off to follow the trail that led away from her potential dinner. Her leaf green eyes narrowed as she hid herself around the trees, making sure her scent didn't get caught by the unseen stranger. Maija's ears flattened against her skull when she saw the liquid-like movement of the wolf crossing the borders without a care in the world. He moved like a clock-work mouse, back and forth, back and forth. The anger built up in the female with the icy eyes and she curled her lips back into a snarl. Lowering herself to the ground, she balanced her legs in a cowered position, giving her the advantage to crouch forward without quivering from lack of balance. The time to race after him didn't take too long for her. As he ran to race back into Tortugan territory, Maija's low growl escaped her throat and she was off. Her pace increased earlier than normal in a hunt and she ran towards the male at a perpendicular angle. The golden vixen leaped, shifting all of her weight into his right side, intending to have him waver from the frequent straight lines he was running. Body weight shifted and she reached out with her exposed teeth to snap at his scruff. Powerful legs carried Maija even further and she slowed her pace abruptly to stand with her scruff safely hidden by her lowered head, tail standing out to keep her balance as she began to circle him with eyes and muscle reactions watching and waiting for him to try and run off. Romanian tones filled with strict direction and coldness were revealed as she snarled, "Who dares trespass upon the lands of Tortuga? Explain yourself!" Nose immediately began to quiver for any scents that could detect hints of Glaciem. She impatiently waited for his response, tail beginning to flick its tip as a clear sign of her pet peeve. speech here |