Heated confrontation[joining]
06-08-2013, 10:23 AM
Azalea tracked her prey through the undergrowth. A large hare would provide the perfect meal for the young gal. Winter placed her at exactly a year old. For a wolf that deemed as a mature animal for the most part but given the large build of wolves, growing tended to continue after the first year. By pack standards she was still under age. She wasn't capable of attaining any high ranks for at least another year. Hunting was becoming less and less challenging for her. The interfering scents no longer driving her off the trail. Vole, lavender, raccoon, strange wolf. Azalea stopped, head jerking up. Strange wolf. Her eyes widened but not in shock or alarm. She knew she was close to the border and the wolf's scent was not accompanied by one of her people. She gave one last look in the direction of the hare before turning toward the border. No outward sign of disappointment was given but honestly Azalea was a little disappointed to give up her hunt. It was the right choice though, pack safety over her personal hunger. When she found the wolf the first that struck her was the strip of blue that ran down it's back. She didn't see many odd colored wolves like this one. The character before her was a mish mash of color and wild contrast. "What brings you to Valhalla's border today?" She asked, curt and to the point. She stood tall, reminding herself that she was an Adravendi, firmly rooted in Valhallan land, if danger arose this wolf would have an entire pack to answer to. Speech, |
