Turmoil had struck Auster the moment the Saxes had stepped paw across the Bifrost. And though her father had wanted to delay her first mission as Envoy, she had insisted on going. A simple meet and greet with Insomnia's pack leader shouldn't be dangerous as long as she didn't cross paths with anyone nefarious. With her two companions to keep her company, Bramble made her way from the Hallows north into Boreas. Her legs wouldn't grow tired until she reached the prairie full of bison, hares, and antelope.

Unlike the weather in Auster, it was cold this time of the year in Boreas. Winds brought a chill that forced her to keep her forest green cape drawn tightly over her shoulders. Berry is nestled warmly beneath her cape, the fisher content to get a ride the whole way there. Coming to rest off toward the east of the prairie, Bramble finds a secluded area where some spindly aspens grow and bushes are more abundant. Fern Gulley wasn't too far from where she was, but it wasn't the direction she needed to be in so resting here would have to do.

Setting down her pack of supplies, Bramble finds a relatively flat and rock free area in the grass to lie down in. Placing her chin upon her paws, she closes her eyes for a moment. Feeling the last rays of warmth from the sun draw over her back as it begins to lower below the horizon.

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it was nightfall in no time- a primetime for hunters. but amongst the many aromas of prey laid the irresistible purfume of a wolf nearby. a stranger to erebos as it stung and clung to his ebon nares; that which belonged to an adult female. and so the bloke decides to change course, his mind elsewhere as he tracks her down with ease.
he marches with a heavy trot, his large body moving under the moonlight like a creeping black mass in the night. and finally, his dual toned gaze finds her in a slumber. surrounded by thickets in a nicer seclusion, erebos deliberately approached without yielding, aiming to stand near her right side had she not moved. he glances down for a brief moment, eyeing the mysterious bag on her opposite side before taking a closer look at her features.
she's a pleasurable mix of earthen hues with an agouti saddle that wove into a cohesive & attractive look. nothing too wild or flashy, she was graceful in this silent moment. he found himself wanting to leave her be: in consideration that he brought nothing good to her life. but he defies otherwise, refusing the preservative measures that she held no say in. poor incident creature.. he extends his neck lowly near the ground. "To sleep when there are prey to be killed is ignorant."

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Sleep drew faster than she expected. A light slumber that allowed her body to rest and regenerate for the rest of her journey that lay ahead. It isn't until night falls that she begins to stir. Paws heavy on the ground, forcing the dirt beneath her to tremble slightly and one of her eyes to peek open. Ahead, in the shadows, she spies a male not much older than herself heading her way. He doesn't appear aggressive, more curious than anything for now.

When he moves closer, the stark scent rolling off his body hitting her nose, Bramble shifts slightly. Putting herself into a more defensive position, she stays still, pretends to sleep until his muzzle lowers near her's. Quickly, she flashes her teeth, lips raising until her muzzle crinkles and a low growl emanates from her chest. "To kill when one is not hungry is greedy," Bramble hisses back through clenched teeth.

During the day, one would see Bramble as airy, uplifted, charming, and warm. But out here? Alone? With no one but herself to protect her? She was more than willing to do what was needed to keep herself safe.

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her aggression is surprising- his body instinctually bolts back as his tail became erect. she poses a threat with her growl and bared teeth, beckoning him to react. suddenly, her features crinkled within an ugly spew of rigid lines when she spoke, leaving in his mouth a sour taste. perhaps should would be good practice? but he allows her to make that choice when his own hackles raise and his toes splay in a defensive stance, ears flattened as his own mouth puckered in an impressive draw of fangs. his eyes dilate upon her, drinking her in with ease as he states himself. "Then perhaps you are ignorant.. And I am greedy.." a deepening growl emerges from his large & rounded girth, nearly vibrating the air around them. his head aligns with his shoulders now, as she spoke with loosely hanging jowls that salivated with itching anticipation. their tension was a burning one. "You are a scary one.." he commented, toying with the sincerity of his words.

"talk" 'think'

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