The forest stands tall and lush here; ancient trees reach weather-twisted arms to the sky, fighting monster-like storm clouds back with their interlacing fingers. Shadow seems to lurk everywhere you look, but it spills calmly, coolly, inspiring a sense of stealthy calm or protection rather than unease. That is, if you've forgotten what kind of creature might be stalking just out of sight...Abendrot is a land cradled by the dark woods on all sides; in the center, some of the larger trees stay behind to reveal a small plateau - a citadel where this pack can gather and defend itself from invaders. There are, of course, softer sides to the land. Clearings here and there allow the sun to throw down its rays in incongruously resplendent gold showers. Ignore the lingering scents of blood spattered here and there along the borders: those do not concern you. The river on one edge of the territory is playful enough when it hasn't been gorged by violent rain. You can choose to note the ragged claw marks raked down tree trunks and the forest floor as friendly "Home Sweet Home" signs, if you wish.

All who treasure loyalty, order, victory, and the occasional indulgence of raw visceral pleasure are welcome, once they've been approved by the ever-watchful eyes of Abendrot's Alpha. But keep one thing in mind: no matter what your motive, this is not a fool's Paradise. This is the land of soldiers, assassins, and spies. This is ABENDROT.

Make up your mind quickly and prepare to prove your worth. You wouldn't want to add to those blood spatters, would you...?

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For the moment that it was just the two of them, Carmen could feel an edginess creep up Frost's spine as she spoke. Ever since she'd appeared to him, but especially whenever she spoke to him in her native tongue, he always seemed to keep slightly away from her. She could easily tell that everyone was a bit cautious of her, but she held her place as the eldest of the group as a teen who had grown up way to quickly, and knew the ways of the world. And as true as it was that she made her way by being a flamenco dancer, for which one has to be a bit dirty, but she loved it.

Fun was a mangled word in her dictionary, not only did it apply to her sensual and seductive dancing, but also to things like mind games to get herself out of tough situations, and nevermind raids. She had once been part of a clan of gypsies, so all of their lifestyle and tactics had been ingrained in her mind, making her into what she was. She knew her past was very oddly complex for the short time she'd been alive. But she knew better than to waste too much time on it now.

She smirked a bit more at Kramas comments, clearly neither of them had really done this properly before. But she was still a gypsy in soul, so she had ways of making sure they came out alive. During the short conversation she had started plodding towards the bondary before stopping and shouting back at them, Vamos! No Tenemos todo el día.(OOC: I'll probably start saying translations in parentheses like this... Anyway, she just Said "Let's go! We don't have all day.)

She knew that they wouldn't understand her meaning, but it would certainly catch their attention, especially with the anger that she let into her tone. And she padded off after them once they got the message and ran.

When she arrived in the small clearing surrounding the deer, the other two were tearing at it viciously. She'd barely heard the instructions that stated that she was supposed to keep watch, which she did, but couldn't help but think how much help she could offer to them. So she came up slowly beside Frost, trying to remain soundless. She gracefully sidestepped the lung as it was thrown in unceremoniously in her general direction, and lowered her head to whisper in the white boys ear as he tore at the inner thigh.

Allow me.

Her words were simple, but she gently shoved him aside and bowed down to the ground. She took a step towards the other end of the leg and locked her jaws around it just above the hoof. She pressed her wieght into snow, then sank her claws into the frozen earth beneath. Jerking her head back slightly, she could tell it would take strength to wrench it off, but being as old as it was, it couldnt be too hard. Poising herself, she stretched her neck out as far as it would go, then snapped it back as quickly as she could with the wieght if the haunch.

There was a sickening pop, the harsh but subtle sound of breaking bones before the slick, bloodly tearing of meat from its tissues. But the whole ligament was off and in her jaws. She threw it at Frost, the way he had the lung. She licked the blood carefully from her lips before replying.

De nada.
(your welcome)

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