Tender paws on a long, narrow path.

[Alaki]

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WC:353+ Alaki is an idiot ¬.¬

An eyebrow lifted upwards at how eager the white one was to greet whomever was upon their borders and he simply stood in place as the child and his mate ran ahead of him, excitement seeming to fill them and he couldn't help but wonder that if Camilla wagged her tail any faster if she would actually throw herself off balance. Shaking his head slightly, he followed after them, picking up speed gradually and before long he was running just behind the pair. Once he'd past around the clearing, he headed of on his own, hoping the other two would follow him. Dark ears perked up he moved confidently in what he was sure the direction of the call had come from, his paws treading briefly upon the dirt ground leaving a soft trail behind him.

With each step forward he grew closer to the borders, the soft breeze carrying a mixture of scents; too many to distinguish which particular one belonged to whomever had called. But as the distance between himself and the border became smaller and smaller, a scent like a distant memory filled his nose, dread filling him as memories of the scents owner ran across his mind, like a nightmare that refused to leave him alone the woman has come back to destroy his life. Unknowingly he began to slow, his mind racing ahead trying to figure out why the dark coated female would come to Anathema now, what she could possibly want. So preoccupied with his own thought he forgot that he wasn't alone. Stepping forward his lips pulled back to reveal his teeth, a low grow trembling up his throat and ears pinned back to his head. Eyes flashed in every direction, trying to locate the female but she was either well hidden or she had already left, her scent was still strong though. A hand grabbed his Katanas handle, pulling the blade partially out of it's sheath.

Noir, come out come out wherever you are he sneered at the air, hoping the prideful woman would revel herself just to argue back and shout obscenities at him.