Devil was enjoying herself, relaxing underneath one of the many trees that made up Munashii Gekko. Her relaxation was short lived at the sound of a loud howl, the melody clearly feminine in sound, and her ebony ears pricked as she took the tune in. At first she had to talk herself into going to answer the call, making herself fight off the temptation to catch a nap. Patrolling, loners, and other pack business had her wanting a hour worth of sleep. Still, there was a loner at the border who needed to be taken care of, and Serris shouldn’t be doing all the work. A smile appeared on her mask as she stretched her fore and back legs out to relieve them of any tension and such that might have formed while she had laid down.
Rising to her limbs, her vanilla colored paws led her stilts into motion as she made to greet the loner. Angels’ form would be mostly invisible seeing as she was a nearly all black coated wolf, other than the strip from her neck to chest and paws. Unless she was graced by the moon and put under her beam of light, it would be a little difficult to make her form out.
They were certainly growing popular these days, but most members didn’t stick around for too long, obviously the previous alphas had taught them well. Serris wasn’t gone yet, in fact the male seemed quite keen and active when it came to the pack. The omega was starting to doubt that he would give the lands up without a fight.
She made sure her approach wasn’t heard by the stranger, her paw steps were light as she moved through the territory she called her home. It was more familiar to her than anything she could possibly remember. The recollection of her past claimed her as a loner, where she was constantly moving and hardly settled for long. That is, until she made it to Munashii Gekko in Blossom Forest.
The trip to where the lass was waiting at the border hadn’t taken long. Her gaze roamed openly over the other wolfess’ form, as she assessed what kind of shape she was in and whether she had a muscled or lean body. The adult seemed to have a fit enough form, but she was holding her head pretty high up. Enough that it made Devils’ fur bristle a little. She was here to join, obviously, but she held herself as if she was important or something. She stood a little ways away from the border, a point to her for not crossing it, and Devil found herself stopping almost right on the edge of the line as she made to meet her chocolate soul gates with the other demoness. Her eyes would of lacked emotion, just like her mask always did, and there was nothing that was given away as to what she was thinking or feeling. It was just how Devil was.
Are you sure your in the right place princess? Her tone was a little sarcastic, in a way of berating her for how she held her crown high. After all, she was nothing here other than something to walk the ground, unless she became a member. Than maybe she could be of some kind of notice. The warrior of Munashii Gekko held herself in omega stance, since it was her rank, and one of the lowest positions in a pack.
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