Quite frankly, the lady kept finding herself in more and more caves. But alas, a cave was dark and empty, a perfect way for her to stalk with her thoughts. She welcomed the empty and lifeless feeling with a bow. Having a shattered heart, Aislinn knows no fear or happiness. Perhaps the dark hunter only knows about respect, loyalty and skills. Of course, why do you need happiness and affection in life when wisdom and knowledge is much more important? What other wolf would think and believe such as her? That is why she kept to the blood-stained path.
Her nose came across many scents as she trekked deeper. Scents of those who dared travel in the dark, and even...the scent of death. Many had adventured in these caves before her. Some scents so stale her nose could only pick it up for a few seconds before vanishing away. Yet some were quite recent. One in particular was a fresh scent. Following this scent, Aislinn knew this wolf had to be in the caves. Though surprisingly, she could not pick up the scent of fear. This wolf knew no fear, Aislinn could smell it. Had she finally come across another wolf that was not an undersized weakling? Then she would be delighted to meet this stranger, though this wolf may be hostile and aggressive, and so she would approach it with caution.
She could hear defiant and demanding shouts. The wolf had heard her. Impressed, Aislinn was, that this mysterious wolf also had an immense hearing ability. But what sort of fool would yell and shout about?
Though as the wolf had demanded her presence, Aislinn would approach the wolf anyway. She picked up her speed, traveling lightly on her paws to the wolf. Before the wolf could face her, she opened her jaw to yell.
"By all this blundering I can tell your name is Batari!" She growled with annoyance, fur bristling as her azure orbs gazed into the wolf. And the older woman gazed back at her. Complete silence. Silence
"Speech"
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