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Her feminine form didn’t tremble with the resentment she quickly had started to develop for the pack, whose borders she relentlessly traced. Even she had the wits to be careful with portraying too much of a hostile act. This would naturally not be the case if the same dark man was returned with the purpose to chase her off. Was he to arrive, she would offer him a set of crocodile teeth and a promise to let his blood pool on top of snow to melt it. A pleasant inhale sounded as she lingered with such mental images of beauty. There was an own tranquillity to stand above an unmoving corpse, whose hot life blood steamed on top of the frozen ground.
Violent thoughts that wished for the wolf’s death drifted away though, for instead a melody approached to calm her simple anger. Although her ears appreciated the soft sounds of the unfamiliar instrument, it didn’t bring her much comfort. It brought her certainty that she risked finding conflict with another wolf, and again there would be the possibility to have a hostile individual to call down the entire pack on her. Such were the risks when wandering so close to inhabited areas. This pride would one day be the end of her. But not today. Arrogance didn’t allow her to fear something could actually happen to her.
Reluctant to follow common sense, her feet didn’t turn away from her path. If she was to happen to run into this being, so be it. The scent of blood teased her senses, but black pupils embraced by splendidly pigmented irises quickly noticed the remaining bones after a recent meal. Her focus turned to the young man quickly enough though, for though he seemed peaceful with the flute in his hands, serving harmonic melodies, the copper coated coyote hybrid struggled not to feel intimidated by his unusual size. She had thought the male yesterday to be of a monstrous, but if he was to stand up, she believed this male was taller still.
She could regret having approached him now, but it wasn’t in her character to dart away if by chance he’d be able to outmatch her. Her sword was sharp and could bite deep into his flesh, and raw muscle was nothing against a lithe, trained fighter such as herself. She was certain she had every advantage but size. Alertness existed within the scarlet colour of her eyes, but she wouldn’t draw forth cat-like claws before he gave her reason to. Didn’t have to be a good one. Instead, soft lips brought forth a feminine smile, designed to seduce those who fell for an attractive frame and a pretty face.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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