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*Erani* · 03-21-2014, 09:15 PM

Erani

She had been heading to the lake for her daily wading routine when the scent blasted into her nose. Instantly, the Snowy Alpha Primary was on alert, eyes all about, ears swiveling, hackles begging to rise. Cat. Big cat. Mountain Lion. The Cougar was a fellow predator that usually avoided wolves, but with pups in the pack, Erani was worried. So she stepped quietly, falling into the silent walk taught to her by Arro, the forest craft master of Redwood. Silver eyed and silver voiced, the male had been as elusive in the forest as a ghost in a graveyard. If he didn?t want to be noticed, you would never hear or see him, and he was a master at masking his scent with the forest at his paws.

She paused, eyes landing on a tawny figure?s back. The Cougar was checking the surroundings, and Erani hunkered down nose wrinkling at the feline scent constantly blowing into her nostrils from the wind which was blowing in her direction. She watched the cat?s furtive progress toward the lake, wondering at the hesitancy. Most big cats behaved like they owned the place once they moved into a pack territory. They were bigger after all, and had a wider arsenal of weapons at their disposal. They would be nothing against numbers, however, if you came at them in the right manner.

This got her to thinking. Rising, she slid from the tree line, paws finding silent placement with each step. ?You walk on Valhallan lands, fela.? Pleasant, reserved tones that held a respect for the cat?s space as she circled around to the feline?s far right, out of reach of an initial bounding leap. ?I am Erani Adravendi, Alpha Primary of Valhalla. May I ask if you mean my family harm?? Deep blue gaze strove to lock with the tawny feline?s eyes.

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