The dappled pelt didn't really blend in with stone, Lolita had decided dryly. Still, she was stalking around the cavern, both eyes and ears on high alert. Why? Well, because she could. Who was going to stop her? No one, that's who. Of course, it would be funny if some big-headed, egotistical, no-good male tried to stop her. Then some pelts would probably be shredded. For reasons almost unexplainable, Lolita pretty much hated the opposite sex with a fiery passion. Though she had been raised by her mother to think like this, it had become one of this femme's core ideals, something that shook her to the very core: Males.Are.Useless.
The female had already caught a whiff of something quite familiar to her; was that...Cold Summers? Lolita distantly wondered what the hell one of her packmates was doing here. That complicated things, and she resigned herself to the fact that there would be no good fights if a pack mate was involved: Axel would probably skin her alive. Damn. Her fun was just ruined. But at least she was curious now.
A dark howl rung vibrated throughout the air, a warning to all; Stay Away. Now Lolita was really annoyed. Who the hell did this wolf think he was? It was definitely a he, the timbre of the voice had given her that much. It also narrowed down her options. If it was a male from her pack, there wasn't many wolves who it could be. Not Axel, she had decided. So it was either the overly happy cream varg she had seen, or...the one she had already pegged in her mind as dangerous. Great, this should go down well, she mused silently, Her paws still carrying her forward. Mr. Dark and Grumpy had another thing coming if he thought a little howl would scare her away. Someone needed a reality check.
Lolita followed the scent with renewed energy; she was not going to play the timid little newbie. If this wolf wanted to test her, he was about to find she wasn't a fragile little sapling.
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