Enemy lines

*Rhythm* · (This post was last modified: 08-30-2014, 07:46 PM by Bass.)

Bright eyes would look to Motif expectantly, her dark ears perked to her sister?s words. She seemed so serious now, but being an alpha was obviously serious business. Rhythm had always been the serious one, and now would be no different. Eyes would narrow as she listened to the task, the words bringing about an imaginative state. Motif would yell go, and she would. Her slim form would sneak through the grass as she darted past Motif. She?d seek the scent of her brother, but most if not all of his fresh scent was gone.
She?d angler herself towards the lake, if she was trying to throw off someone?s trail she?d certainly do it by washing her scent away. It worked for a while, but eventually you?d be vulnerable again. She?d cock an amused smile as her deft paws navigated expertly. This actually seemed like fun.

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Alpha Edit: As the lady walked closer to the lake, Bass' scent was very faint among the smell of the waves. It was obvious that he had lost his scent along the waters, but she was still early, the first one, and his trail was super faint, dancing along the shallows of the water. It pointed north.

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