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She is not usually much for stalking her imprint, but lately she has begun to desire his company more and more. She regrets taking her position if only because she has taken to ranging far and wide to learn the prey of Diveen and has lost some sight of her personal desires. Desires such as to again share life with another wolf, to share a den, to hunt beside, to feel security within the embrace of.
He has, very likely, not realized she follows him - so behind in her tracking as she was - but that does not mean she is so far behind to not smell it as he crosses a lion’s path and his scent became lighter with his uptick of speed. She throws a howl into the sky, a warning, a promise to soon join him at his flank.
And then she is her namesake, the winds made flesh and fur. She is full tilt through the trees, almost ignorant of how unusual fluidity could be in the face of forest underbrush. She makes it as Emil has made a bite for the leg and some brilliantly colored female makes an attack. Her mind does not consider the poor Senketsu, her heart and soul trained almost entirely on her imprint.
She is suddenly amongst the biting wolfish teeth, aiming directly for the cat’s head with sleek jaws. She does not mind claws any more than she minded hooves or antler tines or teeth of her own species. There was a job to be done and she would back every play her packmate endeavored to make. He wanted teeth in the cat, she would find a place to put teeth into the cat. He wanted to save these two strangers, she would make this cat rue the day she chose these two and maybe think twice before making moves on those of her imprint and her own species.
She tries not to tangle into her imprint or the tricolored female, snap quick in maneuvering.
first daughter of the great plains, night angel of the plateau
female | 7 years | 37 inches | 100 pounds | no mate | emil’s imprint | adopted by iblis x rhae
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