A lone white figure rested atop a hill, clearly visible within all the green around her. Toes spread to feel the grass between them, her claws pocking some of it, feeling well about it. Claws she hoped she would have to use any time soon nor never if she could help it. Times like that time when a wolf attacked her out of the blue, made her feel bad. She knew her kind had a bad reputation, of dangerous and all that came with being a large predator. But she never felt any pleasure with hurting others beside for food. She avoided conflict whenever it was possible. But it seemed violence always found its way towards her, even without her pursuing it. Her enormous and fluffy head rested atop her forelegs, chin over them. Ears switching, in syntony with the environment. The peace was enbrigating, attractive. She closed her eyes, feeling sleepy with it. "-"

ART By Cloudy

Tove has been out scouting the nearby lands, checking for signs of game and predators that roam close by. Duel toned eyes scan the lush green planes and she spies signs of a herd of deer that had recently passed through. Paws carefully pick their way through the land, curiosity pulling her onward while her nose tests the air every now and then to check for predators.

The lioness’s scent strikes Tove’s nostrils long before she spies the white figure laying atop a grassy hill. Worry tugs her lips downward, knowing that such a large predator roaming near their pack lands can be a dangerous sign. Moving toward the feline’s resting place, the scarred woman slowly approaches, testing to see if the creature wishes to fight or perhaps seems worried about a pack wolf approaching her.


"Tove Baade"

All was going well until a noise broke with the silence that so much attracted her from this place in the way it did. Her blue eyes opened right away. Head rising to find the shape of an approaching wolf. Who's advance felt threatening, far from welcoming. Why couldn't wolves be nice? Why did it always have to be like this? This was saddening to say the least. It didn't spoke yet their body language was enough to somewhat make her catch the indirect. "Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?" She never used her claws to defend herself whenever she could help it. It always felt better to talk things out first. Use the power of the speech over the raw force. She spoke calmly, doing her best to sound friendly, as she stayed in the ground to be at the wolf's level to be respectful. She wasnt afraid, she knew she could just leave without having to draw blood. That if this wolf had equal thoughts. ""

ART By Cloudy