A frond of bracken swished in an imaginary breeze, and Jaylah tasted his arrival.

However, she was unprepared for the tortured creature that came wearily out of the underbrush, his ebony form almost invisible in the gloom beneath the trees. The mist wreathing around him gave him an almost ethereal look, but Jaylah wasn’t fooled. She didn’t have to Satowra to see the unimaginable torment raging behind his brazen topaz windows. For a moment, she was taken aback, wondering if this was the wolf she had been seeking. He fit the description all right but she had hoped for something a little more……formidable, perhaps? He was large alright and strong and his lanky form harbored slick iron sinews, but the titan seemed to be lacking something crucial, something Jaylah herself had. He approached steadily but slowly, his paws scoring lines through the loamy soil. He seemed aloof and distant, though his plumage stood proud in the position of alpha. The rust hued fatale blinked slowly to herself, confirming her initial suspicion that the wolf was indeed King Kong, stand-in leader of Munashii. She couldn’t help but feel a little mislead and disappointed as she wondered whether the beleaguered animal before her would be of any assistance. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice quiet and authoritive, challenging some of her doubts. He was brisk and to the point and she found that it was like a breath of fresh air in the heavy silence of the dark forest. She pricked her golden harks and appraised him beneath black-lined bullion beacons, tracing the manly contours of his body and noting the muscles that rippled beneath an onyx pelt. This was definitely the wolf she came to see.

The ess gave a brief, reassuring wave of her plumage, wincing inwardly as the movement irritated the skin of her wound, causing a fresh torrent of transparent fluid to soak into her back-fur. Then, she parted her delicate jaws and spoke, her voice strong and commanding to emerge from so petite a chassi,

“Greetings, King Kong isn’t it? I am Jaylah, loner of Blossom,” here, she gave a humble inclination of her pate before continuing, “I’m sure my presence here has awoken at least some form of a curiosity and I would be most willing to put that curiosity to rest. I have come to you as a humble pupil, searching for tactics and information that I can use to my advantage. You see, I have recently battled the alphess of Malignant, Queens. Needless to say it was long and bloody and we both inflicted serious injuries on one another,” she broke off, turning herself partly so that her raw wound would be visible to the watching warrior, “Unfortunately, it was my first battle and I lost,” yet again, she paused to snarl angrily, allowing the hatred she felt for Queens to momentarily wash over her so that her hackles raised up and her razor-sharp incisors flashed white in the darkness, “Anyway, I have heard tell of a he-wolf adept in the art of battle with a fluid body and a sharp mind and I have come to him in the hopes that he would take me on as his apprentice and teach me the way of the canid warrior,” her lengthy explanation finished, she blinked and turned to once more watch the stag, wondering as to what his reaction would be. She hoped he would agree to her strange request, for he seemed to have a lot of knowledge which he could possibly impart to her.

The fea did realize there was some danger in her request, as the male had a reputation of being unpredictable but the fiery femmora was confident that she would be able to handle it and she was ready for the challenge.