She is free again, breathing deep of salty wind and leaping from the cliffs to catch gulls she can donate to her alpha and pack. she has purpose. she has something to work for and till. she has more than endless wandering and empty racing. she has come back to the girl who took care of another littler one for a year while moladion healed. she and her would-be sister and daughter both - the white girl who she had taught (as best as she could) to catch guinea fowl, quail, and pheasant. the one who could turn on a dime better than she, who couldn’t soar to catch a bird on the wing as well as she. they had been devastating as a pair, hunting as a flusher and a flying snare to down their avian prey.
it is actually with a gull in her jaws, drenched in salt water, that she comes across the tresspassing white blur.
and in moments, she whirls, pivoting hard on her hind feet and shoving off with a drop of her prey and a wet snapping snarl coming to her lips. rage at the trespassing blind her to the identity of who she pursues, her double suspension gait catching her up to her quarry in but a few strides. she snaps in swift succession, the clacking of her teeth threatening before she has gained enough headway to lunge properly---
and then she takes a flying leap to tackle at the stranger to this place (believed, oh only what she originally believed), to defend the sovereignty of the pack that smelled of brine and forest. and then all at once, poised over the white form, she recognizes who the trespasser is. all at once her breath stops in her lungs. "salem!?"
The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - eight - no mate - no imprint - glorall ]