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Tiamat had been living in the valley for quite some time now, nearly a year. That put this place at the one where she had spent the absolute most time. That did not mean that she had managed to explore the entire valley, in and out, there was still so much more for her to see. Her paw was healing, somewhat, and she did not limp as badly as she had before. Still, though, she favored it. The female was too glad not to be pained by it as greatly as she had before – though. Her walking now was free of bloody paw prints: and for that the advisor could not have been any more thankful. It was not long before the female had managed to stumble her way into a wood which was unfamiliar to her.
The day was a bright one, sunny, and golden, but there was a slight chill in the air: summer was gone now and autumn was well on it’s way. The breeze had a bitter little edge to it and though the leaves had not yet begun to change she was fully expecting them to do so here soon, perhaps in three weeks or so, if not less than that. It was really only a matter of time before autumn melted into winter – even. Tiamat was lucky though, and was even glad for the change in weather. Her dense arctic coat insulated her very well – too well for the hot Wyoming summers.
As she picked her way along the tree line and through the brush she then stumbled upon something odd. Some sort of.. Cave? Her mind wandered briefly at the opportunity - traveling briefly back to the time she and Ivan had ventured into a hidden cavern in the Sparkling Springs. That little adventure had not turned out very well. Pushing the thoughts from her mind she came toward the mouth of the opening, and then, almost timidly - she poked her nose inside and sniffed. No scent, just old dirt and earth. Squinting a bit she took a half step in pulling herself from the bright sunlight to peer beyond. Were her eyes deceiving her? Was that a light she saw down there?
Glancing back over her shoulder she gazed around, wondering if anyone was around to help her explore this hole. Her gaze came back to stare down the long tunnel. Wait. What the hell was that? Her heart lurched strangely in her chest as she saw a figure drift past the light at the end of the tunnel. Wolf? It looked like a wolf. With hesitation she called. "Hey! Hey you! Wait, come here!" But there wasn’t anything there. Ears quivering she listened to the sound of her own voice echo down the long corridor. Her stomach danced nervously with butterflies. She was hesitant, not sure that she wanted to enter this realm.
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Hi Brit! I wanted a Tiamat thread, so I'll take the opportunity! :)
Sebille had travelled this path before - once. The female was well aware of what it led to; of the mysteries and white figures that lurked inside it's dark tunnels. She hadn't solved the mystery last time, and was somewhat determined to return. Sable features were hard-set as the sun danced upon her back in vain, the winds winning over the heat and making each muscle tremble as she shivered.
Large paws stopped as she reached the caves mouth and the scent of Silver Creek invaded her nostrils. There was someone else in there, possibly making their newest discovery. Silently she slipped in, making sure where to step as the dark smothered her open aquamarine eyes so that nothing could be distinguished. Sebille knew that it was impossible to predict what would happen here and who she would meet (spectre or not), so she kept herself braced.
The wolf up ahead cried out at something, and for a fleeting instant Sebille also thought she saw the white mystery. On her first visit, she had thought it had been a white bat, yet it was too large to be a bat. Now the mystery must be investigated further. "It won't come, you know," she whispered. "It remains a mystery, one to be solved."
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Hi. :D Hope you don't mind another.
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The air was chilled and threatening as she padded through the veiled forest, mist rising into the damp, slightly humid atmosphere to cover the trees in a thin film of mystery. Although the day outside this strange place was sunny and bright, here in the hidden cavern's woods shadows loomed, accentuated by a cool wisp of a breeze. It wasn't the most welcoming of places to be sure, and as she walked swiftly onward back toward the entrance of the clearing, glinting eyes watching the flickering shadows with some degree of suspicion, she wondered vaguely what had drawn her back to this place of gloom that had so intrigued but perhaps slightly worried her on her previous excursion. Maybe it was exactly that: the intrigue and sense of adventure. And what harm could befall her here, anyway? She hoped she wouldn't have to find out.
In an instant Chenke had left the dimly lit forest behind her and emerged into the main clearing, which although brighter than the woods by some small margin, wasn't much of an improvement. Although she came out facing the foggy lake by the other mountain wall, a glimmer of movement caught her attentive gaze and she turned to watch as a pale, ghostly figure flickered past the cavernous passageway that had brought her here. The dark female was a distance from the cave's gaping mouth and couldn't tell whether the figure she was seeing was living or otherwise, though she rather suspected the latter. Steps fluid and quick, she tried to mingle with the shadows as she moved along the mountain barrier that enclosed the lands; an attempt to sneak up on the specter and observe it from a closer distance. But no, she was too late, and the drifting figure disappeared, whether into the passageway, obscured by mist and shadow, or back to the realm of spirits she wasn't sure.
As she neared the tunnel, strained voices drifted out, though Chenke couldn't quite make out what they were saying. She suspected that they belonged to other Valley-dwelling wolves, though with all she had seen here, she wouldn't have been overly surprised if a couple of ghosts had been in there chatting it up. No, they were wolves; the scent of the crisp air told her as much, though neither was of Mount Shadow like her.
Chenke stopped, poised, right by the edge of the tunnel, ears perked as she listened to a single sentence of their conversation. "It remains a mystery, one to be solved." Ah. Poking her head around the corner and coming into the pair's view for the first time, the dark Omikron gave a nod of acknowledgement. "A mystery indeed," she said, orange-gold eyes flashing in what dim light filtered down from above. "I assume what I just saw was neither one of you."
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A voice rang out. Not before her, where she had seen that figure, but from behind her. A yelp of surprise escaped the silver creek female and she jumped like she’d been poked with a pin. Still being half way in the tunnel she managed to bonk her head on the roof rather comically. Slightly stunned by the impact between her skull and the roof of the long earthy corridor the female paused before regaining enough thought process to turn a tight circle within the confines of the hall. Now facing Sebille, her rear half within the shadows of the opening, she smiled a sheepish little smile. Oop. That was a bit embarrassing.
The approach of another wolf was less surprising to Tiamat, considering she could see the other as she came strolling up to them. Giving the unfamiliar wolf - actually they were both rather unfamiliar - a smile she nodded a little bit glancing over one pale shoulder. "No, not either of us. Good... to know that Iwasn’t the only one that saw it." Blinking her dark azure eyes at the pair she then glanced back over her shoulder back down the tunnel. Her bright expression became slightly clouded with something of a devious idea.
"Shall we... go adventuring?" Her tones were sparkling with the thrill of the thought. Waving her ivory tail she slipped out of the opening and then turned to glance back down the long tunnel. "It looks like there is light down.. Well, down there.." The sound of her voice trailed slowly - leading them to temptation: trying to, anyway. Tiamat would not say it but she did not want to go alone as curious as she was about whatever it was that was on the other side.
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Hi Chenke, and woo, this is going to be funfun! :)
The white wolf ahead visibly jumped and banged her head hard on the roof above. Half amazed and half amused, Sebille remained silent after her words as the other female gathered herself accordingly. She had to bite her tongue to silence the brewing laughter. At most, Sebille had expected the female ahead to flinch and turn around, but this, this was just plain amusing and surprising at the same time. Luckily, her dark face was hidden in the shadows.
Another pack scent filled the tunnel and immediately a voice followed it. Sebille was braced anyway, so turned around slowly to see another female in the entrance. The sable female shook her head at Chenkes words, proving that the spectre was neither herself nor Tiamat. At the mention of an adventure, Sebille took on an enchanted grin and turned back again, padding swiftly towards the white wolf and standing beside her, peering down the tunnel.
"I've been here before," she told both her companions. "Down this tunnel, but I never found anything but... more tunnels. Let's go."
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Chenke stepped into the tunnel, the rest of her small, dark frame sliding into view as she did so. It was dark inside the earthen passageway, but there was a sort of warmth about it that wasn't present in the mysterious clearing. Still, you could feel gusts of chilly air from inside the tunnel, as if it were trying to warn you of the surreal goings-on you would happen upon if you continued. It was a caution that you would do good to pay attention to. The Mountaineer padded towards the pair as they nodded and spoke respectively in confirmation of her statement, fiery gaze passing over them as a wry smile rested upon her features. One was reddish-brown; the other, the one who had hit her head on the ceiling, was pale ivory. It seemed her fate to always meet a white wolf when she came here, making the experience slightly more bizarre, if that was possible.
A slightly mischievous light came into the white wolf's expression, and she spoke, sounding excited already. "Shall we...go adventuring?" The idea was quite tempting, Chenke realized, gazing back towards the patch of light that had already become a symbol of the unknown and perhaps even danger in the young Omikron's mind. It would definitely be unlike her to pass something like this up. She listened to the other two before speaking herself, orange-gold eyes sparkling with the same thrill visible in the Creeker's.
"I've actually been down there," she said, gesturing with her tail towards the light. "It's a...strange place, though 'strange' doesn't really do it justice. You'll have to see it for yourselves, and I'd certainly like to find out more about it." It was true; even though she had been there once previously she had no idea why it was there or what oddities lurked in its depths. Nobody did, really. "I'm in." A grin to match that of her companions appeared upon Chenke's features. This could get interesting.
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OOC - Finally. A post. And Sarah/Sebille - don't worry, I will be putting Sergy into your Taka-Sebille thread, I promise. I reply to everything in order though, counting on who has been waiting for a reply the longest. Makes eet fair.
Tiamat’s ears quivered as she turned her intent attention down upon her two companions, she didn’t know either wolf but they smelled of separate packs. They were not of each other’s companionship and they certainly were not of Silver Creek. A brief nod was given before another vague searching glance was cast over her shoulder and down the opening as she noted that the Nova Mountain wolf, she would have known that scent anywhere and it had nothing to do with the fact that the territory was close by, had been down the tunnel beyond before. Oddly enough the female seemed unable to describe what was at the end. Her heart gave a nervous little squeeze, the presentation of an adventure into the unknown was always too good to be passed up. Shifting her feet on the sodden earth she then flicked her attention to the other wolf.
The unknown female’s description was equally as specific as the last, she could only say that the place was strange. An eerie little feeling came tingling over her skin, forcing the hair along her spine to stand up: if only slightly. A little bit of a grin came across her lips and she turned a tight circle and made her way down the only path she could take. Down, in. Like Alice in Wonderland. "What’re we waiting for, then?" She queried with excitement, though it was quite obvious that she was not doing much waiting. Speedily she carried herself down the earthen corridor, listening to the strange way her paw-pads made echoing sounds as they struck the ground below. Not expecting the volume of her voice to be amplified by the tunnel she spoke aloud once more. "I’m Tiamat – Advisor of the creek." It would be good to know names, she figured that this was all the prompt that the others would need to respond.
As her voice boomed far too loudly she flinched slightly, listening to it multiply off of the close bare walls and roof above them. Shuddering a little, the sound of her own voice strange to her ears, she gave a wary little glance back toward the pair that were supposed to be following her. She wondered silently if they had seen her jump. In an odd moment of dependance she suddenly found herself wishing that Bronx was with them. If he had been there she would have had no reason to be afraid.
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The smell was unmistakeable.
Strangers.
AGAIN.
Little did they know, as they laughed nervously and glanced about, they truly were being stalked. That eerie feeling that they were being watched was correct. As they moved, loudly and clumsily through the dark corridors, voices echoing obnoxiously over the sound of paws and claws scraping on the ground, Seot'a moved silently behind them. Padding soundlessly, sliding like a living shadow through the near-darkness, the Vove'stomo followed the group, listening intently to what was said. Silver Creek, eh? She had heard of that pack. She knew of its tensions with the nearby mountain pack. Little did this Tiamat female know, she was doing a pretty good job of getting herself – and her pack – into it with another group of wolves.
Eerie eyes of silver-white missed nothing – not a single detail – as she trailed them deeper through the tunnels, drawing ever nearer to the lands on which her tribe resided. The group paused for a moment, silence suddenly falling around them like a thick blanket, and Seot'a took the opportunity to make her presence known. From the shadows behind them, a soft growl permeated the silence as dark, pepper-hued lips lifted to reveal a shiny row of white teeth. Her eyes smoldered as she stepped forward, black fur on her shoulders standing upright, and she remained a good ten, perhaps fifteen feet behind the group. Her intent was not to attack, nor to really show any excessive aggression to these strangers (for they meant far, far more to her than most of the rest of the tribe knew), but this was also Hó'nehe territory and they were also trespassing.
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OOC - Wh00t! Hi Houuuuukie! And happy birthday Brit, thanks for getting Serguis up!
Sebille followed the white wolf further down the tunnel, muscles still braced so she did not flinch when Tiamat introduced herself. Perhaps the wolf she still didn't know the name of behind her jumped, yet the voice was still echoing too much for anything else to be heard. Ears were pinned back to her head nevertheless, and Sebille quickened her pace, aquamarine eyes searching through the darkness and trying to locate the white bat again. She momentarily forgot to introduced herself, as she spotted some light up ahead, where the Tribe's land lied.
“Light up ahead - let's go.” She whispered but as she did, the snarl of a wolf behind them and a newly discovered smell invaded the area. Spinning around, Sebille naturally bristled her hackles in protection of the two females that surrounded her. With bared teeth, she delved into the darkness again and came up beside Chenke who had been only a little way away from Tiamat and herself. Taking a step forward still, the bold female bared her teeth at the darkness. “Who the hell is that?”
Then she saw a pair of eyes, practically silver. Her own snarl did not ring off, neither did her stance get less dominant. She didn't know of the Tribe, or the others right to sound so vicious. Of course, she couldn't make out the strangers features, even though her eyes had adjusted by now, so she didn't know exactly how aggressive she was going to get, or whether she would attack. “Tell me what you want, but if you dare lay a paw on Tiamat or...” Sebille indicated to Chenke, posture unchanged and voice threatening, “Our acquaintance, you die.”
If only she knew what being protective would get her into. Hopefully, this Tribe Leader would be forgiving...
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even more fun xD
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"What are we waiting for, then?" Chenke didn't know. Or perhaps she did, in a way. It was always easier to plan an adventure into some unknown place filled with ghosts than to actually venture inside; much easier to say that you would be the brave one than to actually play the part of the hero. The Mountaineer wasn't unduly worried - she had been here already, after all - but all the same she was sure nobody felt completely at ease entering this place. She flicked her ears as the Creeker's words echoed through the tunnel, and though the strange amplifying effect was a little distracting she caught the gist of the message. With that said, she began to follow Tiamat and the Novian, pawsteps quick and light as she prepared to introduce herself. "I'm - "
She stopped abruptly as a soft, warning growl rang out from behind the trio. ...in deep shit. Chenke turned slowly but assuredly as the female that still remained nameless whipped around, stepping up beside her. Whoever the hell this wolf was - and she obviously wasn't from one of the four packs, her scent told otherwise - it was three against one. The dark female, fur nearly blending into the background of the shadowy tunnel, watched the wolf with every muscle tensed, expression calm but fiery eyes glittering with challenge.
The Novian's reply was threatening enough and got the message across, though she wasn't too sure making death threats was the best thing to do at this point. Somehow she doubted that this wolf would be scared away by such a proclamation. "Is there some reason we shouldn't be here, while you should?" She asked, eyes narrowed. Little did she know that was exactly it.
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Had to throw Kuruk in. Had to had to had to <3333 I put in that it was he who they caught a glimpse of at the beginning of the tunnel since Seot'a is behind ^_^ And also I hinted the kind of encounter Chenke and Kuruk would have since they'd met before. That alright?
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The tribe’s beast had been slumbering for most of the morning, the sunlight’s afternoon fingers trailing peacefully along his humble abode of leaves and dirt that had, over time, settled him deep within the earth. The wolf remained nonchalant about the time; he ran on no particular schedule unless it was Seot’a who declared his calendar full…an event that would only reassure the servant that he was indeed wanted or at least needed. In the midst of barbaric dreams there was a distinct thread of consciousness that was a sort of party line for his charge; a connective thread that disregarded the private sanction of sleep.
Come here.
All at once the sharp gleam of blue glowered against the emptiness of his chamber, the leisure of his posture suddenly rigid and naturally alert. The voice that had drifted into his mind wove between the subjective realms of sleeping and being awake, the understandable state of grogginess disheveled as the wolf climbed to all fours. He wasn’t all that concerned about his appearance; black was a color that suited him…the tint seemed to help keep his level of hygiene in discretion. With elements of woodland entwined in the plush length of his pelt he slid past the thick lip of his den and made headway past the mouths of fellow tribe dens, the shuffle of his paws reverberating on their rooftops as he hastily made his way to the ever-mysterious tunnel. The gateway of aliens.
Had it not been for the she wolves giggling at the distant exit of the tunnel the wolf might have run face first into them, the toxic mix of stranger becoming harder to distinguish as more and more wriggled their way into holy grounds. He padded to a halt as several pairs of eyes lingered in his general area, their recognition of an unknown specter curling a smile upon his midnight lips. Come and get me, ladies. Kuruk knew that Seot’a was quietly stalking from the rear…but this did not arouse any thoughts of a hunt. His beautiful lady was simply carrying out her duties. In polite afterthought the male drifted back into the foliage and patiently observed, the distant connection between he and the fellow Hó’nehe pulsing to life as she came into view.
As he haunted the outskirts of the tea party the subtleties of his movements were hushed even more so by the feather-like flush of his feet atop a plethora of autumn leaves. The sounds he made were no more distinct than the average chitter-chatter shared among common wildlife, the elegant blend of his musky scent nearly hand-crafted into the more obvious odors of the forest. But no matter how quietly he stalked he knew that his mistress was all too aware of his presence; there was no method that Kuruk could use to disguise his being from the mystical priestess. His eyes went from one face to the other as each expressed their sudden surprised, a silent glint dashing across the cobalt hue in a sense of pride.
“Tell me what you want, but if you dare lay a paw on Tiamat or our acquaintance, you die.”
Ugliness was not becoming of the creature called Kuruk. His face, naturally creased with years of wear and tear, darkened at the brassy tone of the red spackled foreigner, the sharpness of her threat causing his head to abruptly ascend. His ears flattened in his expression of displeasure, and with a casual shuffle of paws his long-legged self was simply there, the broad shape of a muzzle flitting forward and thrust from the shadowy underbrush. He’d drawn himself almost uncomfortably close to Sebille, the retched smell of her unknown territory causing his face to grimace as his jaws unhinged themselves. There was heaviness in the weight of his own skull…the thick lining of his lips did little to justify his ill temper as they reared up the length of his ivory canines. Had he bothered to insert some catty dialogue before she might have swiftly dodged but as it were he had none for her. He simply wanted to punish her.
Message conveyed: Don't be rude to my lovely Seot'a.
A half throttled snarl cracked from his tongue as his teeth brushed along the bristled wreath of the Novian woman’s throat, the elegant color of his teeth mingled inside her hackles a brief flash before he had passed along their width, sliding back so that her retaliation would fall on empty space. Absurdly quiet, his lean legs crossed and he directed a new path to Seot’a’s side, the stiff, stern cast of his gaze falling upon Chenke with a dull glimmer. A smile, though still complimentary against his handsome face, struggled valiantly as it quirked the corners of his mouth. “Hello, Dollface."
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OOC - Unleash Angry Tiamat! Sorry this got so long kids. <3
Uh oh. Tiamat had been here before. She backed up a half step, her ears flattening slightly as she did so. This was bad. Her eyes flicked to Sebille. Wrong. Bad. Mistake. Uncertain she looked over the Nova Mountain wolf. No single wolf would come up against three healthy obviously united wolves unless it had lost it’s mind or had a perfectly justified reason to do so. What kind of reason would that be? Well, perhaps if those three wolves happened to be trespassing maybe this wolf would have a perfectly agreeable reason to be defensive, if not furious. While she was honored by Sebille’s willingness to defend her she was profounded by the female’s complete lack of caution in the situation. What was the best way to encourage a fight? Well, to behave like you wanted one.
Chenke’s behavior was no better. Actually it was worse. She did not even have justification for her aggressive nature, it was not defensive, it was out right defiant. Shrinking back in actual physical horror at the reactions of her new found companions she found herself wishing that someone with a half a brain was here to even this out and make it as if the entire valley was not full of pond-scum breeding creatures. For a moment the cream-white Iota took a dominant stance, her lips curled back in an unpleasantly threatening smile and she hissed at the two mountain wolves. "Hey! Knock that shit off." Furious at them for being dragged into this, so angry that she was not in her usual kind nature. What a bad misrepresentation of her. Of Silver Creek. Sphinx and Den were going to murder her. "Do the math, you fools. We’re on their land."
And then her attention flicked back to Seot’a and the newly arrived pair, fighting down her guard hairs as they desired to stand up she attempted to sleek herself down and play up her small size. It was not without dignity - of course, there was no shame in being sensible. With apologetic sounds echoing in her tones she murmured. "I’m sorry. We’re sorry." She cast a vicious glance from Chenke to Sebille, before continuing hoping that her anger would silence them long enough for her to talk their way out of this. "We were not aware that these lands were claimed." Her eyes traveled back toward the two pack wolves, their comrade-like behavior clear to her. Marking them as pack wolves and nothing less. "And I am most certain that we would all three like to leave with our throats today. So please, for their sake, and my own, if they proceed to say anything further that even sounds vaguely like stupidity feel free to cover your ears and sing loudly. I swear to you, they’ll live through the offense, it will be perfectly justified."
Maybe she wasn’t high ranking, maybe she wasn’t even of their pack, and maybe she wasn’t fit to be a leader, but at this point in time her desire to survive by far out weighed anything else. She could give a damn less about the hierarchy amongst herself and her companions. She didn’t give a fuck if they were pissed. She couldn’t have cared less if they would run home and tell everyone what a horrid raging bitch she was, or how out of line she had been, just as long as they could escape with their bodies in tact Tiamat would take on the consequences later - and most happily so. "And you two, you listen to me. Don’t you dare open your mouths unless you have something civil and sensible to say. Or I’ll murder you myself. Think of your packs. Think of the valley." The threat didn’t sound like an empty one, the slender silver female looked every bit like she meant what she was saying.
If she was lucky, if they were all lucky – these two tribe wolves would take Tiamat’s mortified and clearly apologetic nature to heart. Hopefully her companions would take her seriously and either shut up and do as told or at least begin to be civil and understanding. No one liked to be dominated, but no one liked trespassers either. They were on the bottom side of the chain here, and they needed to adapt quickly to survive it - or at the very least to make an impression upon the pair that was not completely damaged. The future relations between their packs could depend upon this. No one understood that better than Tiamat did. She sincerely hoped that they would all move to being on the same track very quickly.
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Just as Seot'a had expected, the moment her presence was detected the strangers bristled and started with their empty threats and pathetic attempts to intimidate her. Why, they even demanded to know why she was here. How charming. As she stood there, not moving, her face expressionless and her steel-ice gaze clearly indicating that she was not the slightest bit impressed by the trespassers' tough talk, in her mind only one word became readily descriptive of the wolves that stood before her:
Idiots.
They would stand here, right before her, and question her right to come and go freely on her own lands? They would look her in the eye and threaten her without a valid reason? Right here on her own. Damned. Lands. One of them, the white one, seemed to have a bit of sense about her, as she snapped heatedly at the others for their words and then apologized to the Hó'nehe that stood before them. Seot'a regarded her with mild disapproval (as opposed to the outright blazing hatred with which she regarded the other two) and offered no response. She was disgusted with the two darker-coated females for their disrespect toward her. In fact, she was about unleash on those two a particularly scathing tirade of morally damaging curses that would send all three of them running back home with their tails tucked tightly between their legs when suddenly a black, blurry shadow leaped in front of her and took a slash at the throat of the moronic female who had possessed the gall to threaten her. Seot'a smiled a little.
It was Kuruk.
She had sensed him nearby. The two possessed a spiritual connection and Sata had known long ago, before she even began stalking this bunch of fools, that he was nearby. Always watching her, always waiting, the black guardian did his job well. And she had known as soon as that idiot threatened her that there would be trouble. Standing back, Seot'a allowed her black beast to make his point, knowing that he would not harm the others so long as she herself remained equally unharmed. With an empty, metallic click of his teeth, Kuruk effectively and without need for bloodshed conveyed to Miss Mouth that this particular she-wolf was not to be trifled with. As he returned dutifully to her side, Sata felt much better with him there, the warm brush of his fur against hers a reassuring reminder that her dark guardian was always nearby to protect her.
Turning her attention back to the Three Stooges, Sata's icy gaze met the eyes of each one of them, lingering for a particularly noticeable second longer on that of the female that had threatened her, before coming to the white wolf's face. Figuring her to be their "leader" of sorts on this little expedition of theirs, Seot'a ignored the rest and addressed the white female herself. "I live here," she spoke, her husky voice hushed deep in her throat and sounding rather creepy in this tunnel. "And you're trespassing." Turning her hard steel gaze back toward the tawny Novan female who had spoke so disrespectfully earlier (and had seen the more violent side of Kuruk as a result), she added, "Get out."
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