Hands Held High
07-22-2015, 02:01 PM
Curiosity had dragged her here, where Valentine's mother and her oversized mate had made their pack. She'd belonged to a pack here once before Cataleya had claimed it - Cataleya and Kylar had belonged to that pack too, and Cataleya had taken a dislike to her almost immediately. Lucky her. Though, it didn't seem it was that difficult to accomplish so that wasn't so very special. She'd enjoyed needling the rage-filled bitch and her psychotic consort, enjoyed watching her kids' disgust with their barely-older aunt and uncle, but then the whole lot of them had just vanished. It had been so long there wasn't even the tiniest lingering trace of the family, and as much as she'd not gotten on with Cat her heart still ached in sympathy for Valen. She knew what it was to be abandoned by her family too, but at least Neios had the decency to tell her she was leaving. Cataleya and Kylar had taken Valen's three surviving siblings and vanished without a word. Heartless, arrogant bitch. Maybe it was curiosity that had sparked her journey, but it was basking in and feeding her anger that kept her wandering the territory. But a fresh scent caught her attention and wiped the almost-snarl from her scarred muzzle. What was this then, had some pack moved in on Arcanum's old territory? She sniffed at the scent, but no, it wasn't exactly a scent marker. Not like a real pack anyway, the scent being less a border marking and more a mark of consistent activity, just a small group of squatters. A family of some sort, or just a rogue group? Curious, she followed the most recent scent trail deeper into the plainsland. "" |
