A wolf, still young in age, yet already bigger than most full grown adults, crosses the plain with registered purpose in her predatory gait. Her luscious body swayed towards the slighter, smaller female that sat with a small meal far into the clearing. Even when another wolf joins the fray, this one pale in color, the beast does not deter her route.
Sea foam colored eyes stay locked on the other young girls form so intently it looks as if the red hued female is hunting her. Indeed when Lycans power legs fail to slow her it looks like that’s exactly what Lycan intends, to attempt to take her down. Yet at the last minute hind legs twist, blunt nails scrap against the ground, and the banshee skids to a stop.
Eyes of soft sea foam green rake over Raksha and land with growing intensity on the bloodied bird in her paws. With a gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her pale golden lips her husky voice breaks the silence. “Well what the hell Rake, couldn’t even save me a scrap?” Words drip from her mouth with sarcastic amusement. Even a scrap of the bird would not sate a hunger like hers if she were truly hungry – there is a good chance that she speaks just to hear her own voice. Wouldn’t any one given the proclamation of losing their tongue young in life live to speak with it? Lycan does.
Raksha prodded the fiery furred two year old turns to the other wolf her long tail flick behind her. Eyes rove over the strangers pale body, Lycan boldly sizing her up as she shifts her weight from one large paw to the other. “She is not bothering you is she?” Lycans eyes linger on the unknown female with an grin but the question was clearly meant for Raksha. Her life thus far had been about protecting Raksha – just because she hadn’t wanted to lose her tongue and mind for the girl didn’t mean she didn’t want to guard her. Lycan would probably always guard the girl, it was instinct.
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