Batari walks in echoes and shadows

The padding of paws reverberated all around the twisting echoing walls of the maze-like caves. Batari knew they were coming but could not pinpoint the direction. The large savage began to turn in slow circles watching every entrance waiting for movement, her hackles raised and teeth bared. Her dissimilar ears were not pressed against her skull however, as she was using them to listen, to try to find the source.

Then came the loud growl and Batari whirled about to face the loudest point, as the sound echoed in the chamber and drilled into her skull. Batari?s ears rang from the noise and she did not answer immediately with words, for she was waiting for the ringing to subside enough to hear again. As she did so Batari watched the other wolf. She could smell it was female, and see it was large; Almost as large as Batari, though the way Batari carried herself slightly lower than other wolves, she might seem the same height. Batari could tell that she was probably heavier than the stranger, her own body more thickly built. The other wolf?s legs were longer, more suited for moving large distances, unlike Batari?s which were built for power and resistance.

Batari could see in the dim light that this golden brown wolf, with long and shimmering fur was practically her polar opposite. She was made for speed nad swiftness, crossing long distances, running down and tiring out prey. She was colored like a wolf that belonged in the daylight, one that belonged in open spaces beneath the warm light of the sun. Batari became aware of how these other wolves claimed to be the same creature as she, when they were so vastly different. Batari?s fur was not smooth, it was coarse, abrasive, and thick. Those adjectives could be used to describe many other parts of Batari. She was built like a tank, despite being taller she carried herself lower, her body was thick and built to destroy things up close. She was colored to vanish in the night and twilight dark places. The biggest difference was the eyes. Those azure eyes glowed out from the darkness examining her and it made Batari angry. Batari?s own angry amber orbs only burned with anger and reflected the dim light. They did not loom mysteriously in the dark. Eyes like that were good for putting fear into prey. Batari wanted eyes like that. Batari hated that this wolf had them and she did not. Batari was the one to be feared!

All these thoughts occurred rather quickly, the brief silence between the two wolves only lasting for a moment before the savage, ears still slightly ringing, refused to be growled at and insulted by anyone. ?Batari is Batari!? She snarled, voice reverberating off the walls with her loud growling. ?Batari has no need to be quiet! Batari has nothing to fear in these caves!? Now done shouting, feeling better about herself for having asserted her verbal dominance again, Batari let the echoing stop before a dark thought and challagne forme din her simple mind. A test of this wolf, for the weak were food, and she may yet need a meal to tide her over as she sought escape from this maze. ?Do you have fear in these caves?? Batari questioned.
She lowered her head, hackles raised, ears pressed against her skull, not making a move to attack outright; but overall becoming more threatening to see what might happen. To be honest batari probably didn?t even know. On the one paw, she was proud and liked being feared, on the other paw she hated the weak and fearful, and enjoyed devouring them.