A pair of brown eyes watched from a distance. Well … they were a unique color of brown, with a reddish hue. Chestnut, you may call them. Observing was a very strong talent of these particular eyes. They saw the reddish brown colored male as he hid behind a bush near the border. This is what had caught her attention and made her start watching the lurking male. Typically strange wolves lurking around the territory was considered suspicious activity. And she was far enough away that he wouldn’t notice her … even as he checked his surroundings another twenty times before emerging from the bush. In fact, she was perched up on a ledge that hung over the land just outside the territory. Placed there because of Misty Mountain’s location right beside the terra. A nice lookout post, as it turned out.

As his paw pressed down upon a small twig, it made a crisp ‘snap’ noise. It reminded the ruby femora of breaking bones, and her dark lips broke into a sinister grin. Because of the sound, cause by him remember, the male went on high alert. He crouched and looked around, taking in his unchanged surroundings once more as if he were about to attack something. Huntress couldn’t hold in a giggle at his foolish paranoia. Especially when it came to jumping at himself. When he got over his episode, the male continued to the border and laid down. So that was her cue.

Rising up from her seated position, the gorgeous she-wolf leapt down onto the path that wrapped down the mountain. It took a couple minutes to reach the end of it. Finding herself on the snow covered base of Misty Mountain, it was another minute’s jog home. Her long, powerful legs allowed for long strides, even at a relaxed pace. Hell, she was in no hurry … if he wanted in, he could hold the fuck on. She entered the territory, and taking some short cuts that she knew of, emerged silently from the trees to stand towering over his submitting body. Her perfectly curved form was equipped with toned muscles that were quite obvious to any who saw her. Huntress’ face was an emotionless mask, allowing nothing through.

Stay down until an alpha comes by. What’s your name, hun?

Her sugary vocals let loose in lyrics that would caress his lobes. The tone was clear ... no funny business. Though it had a slightly seductive edge on it. Not on purpose, it just came natural to the maned vixen that way.