Brain Over Brawn

*Isabella* · 03-13-2014, 04:38 PM

Isabella

Isabella was enjoying her feast, starting with the hindquarters of the doe where the best meat was. The meat was rich and wild, she was happy, actually happy, so much so her tail started to wag. Shifting her stance she ate as much as she could before turning her attention to the stomach. Before she could dig in a scent came to her over the scent of the doe, another wolf. Instantly she lifted her body and looked around spying a white and brown male approaching her. The male was larger than her but no behemoth, perhaps an average sized male. Even so a wolf that size could be a threat to her and make an attempt to take her food. It also wasn't the best time to run into a male, not at this season.

Turing she used the doe to give herself leverage by putting her front paws on its back and looking at the male. With her back paws on the ground she seemed to stand a little taller as she lifted her head and ears, locking her icy blue eyes on the odd violet eyes of the male ready to watch his every move. Already she planed different ways to run forward and strike if need be. Running was not an option now, not with the doe here. True she would not be able to eat it all though she had yet to eat her fill. The male sat away from her at a distance that looked like he had no interest of her food. Rather he gave a greeting, a somewhat well mannered one and tried to figure out how she had made the kill. He was right to look up but she would not look up as he did.

Being emotionless was a part of who Isabella was but she knew there were some things that every wolf responded to, signs of aggression and possessive behavior that would make it clear not to come any closer. The male didn't seem like he was moving from the spot it wouldn't hurt to make it clear though she was small she wouldn't tolerate him coming closer. Her ears moved back, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted showing her fangs. The blood on her fur gave her a harsher look, at least as harsh as a small wolf could look. "Yes, I did kill the doe by using the lands around me. One has to make due with what they have when they are both small and alone." In contrast to her appearance her voice was empty and emotionless. Though in this case her appearance gave extra stock to her words making her seem cold and somewhat heartless.

Since the male did not seem lie he was going to move she relaxed just a bit as her ears rose once more. "I made the kill alone, I plan to enjoy this meal alone so I hope you did not come out of hunger.I am Isabella VentFlurrer, a simple loner, and though I am small I assure you I can make and keep kills." A growl would have been something to add in here yet she felt that was just too much, after all at this point her intent was clear and she would not act upon her aggressive behavior if not provoked.

Wearily she watched the male waiting for him to reply. It was common for large wolves to use their size to push around smaller wolves, she had seen it before after all though had no real reason to defend herself from larger wolves other than the case of food. Part of it was due to her personality, she was bold enough to not be intimated by larger wolves, when everyone was larger than you such a thing would make for a miserable life.

"My words are for all.""My thoughts are not."

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