Right as I'm about to leap, I see a blur of white in my peripheral vision. Snapping my head around, I watch the white wolf launch at my prey, grabbing onto the windpipe and taking him down. I scowl in disappointment. I was rather looking forward to a good fight but I guess I'll have to keep looking. I start to turn away when her perfume catches my nose and my gaze snaps back. I had thought her just another loner out hunting in the free land but it seems I was mistaken. She smells of a pack, of Asteraia. She also smells of battle. As I look closer, I can see the drying wounds on her body. She just won a pack, so why is she the one out hunting for food? Shouldn't she have other wolves to do that for her?
Curiosity draws me closer and I watch her grab the wolf and try to drag him. The wolf must weight three times her size. Humor has my ears prick forward and my tail flicking as she attempts the drag but it's easy enough to see that she won't be able to do that, not with this wolf, not without help. I hear her talk to the corpse and I smirk despite myself. Finally I step out of the shadows, ice blue eyes shining brightly as I walk over to her without hesitation.
"I can lighten the load a little if you give me a few minutes with the body. You're wasting the best part."
My gaze falls to the blood flowing freely from his neck wound. It will slow in just a moment or so because his heart is no longer pumping. I lick my lips, looking back to her with the intentions clear. My ears flick back. I could take the body by force. With her wounds, I could probably out master her but if she is an alpha, she might be an ally worth having, especially if she is the kind that hunts other wolves. I tilt my head, watching her with intrigue.
"I might even help you drag it home....for a price."
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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