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That’s fine with me, ^=^ Is it okay if we say that the skies were dark and threatening rain, for dramatic effect? ^=^;;;;; And would it be okay for this to be set at around midday or evening?
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The woman had left Dahlia de Mai once more. She left behind the conflict that had arisen between herself and Svara and between Svara and Haku and between Haku and herself. She left behind the loner at the boarders that sought to join the Dahlian ranks. And she walked now, along the extended boarders of her pack and to Halifax. The warrior’s mind was able to push the political ideas from her mind. Right now, in that moment, for this time in her life, she sought only to find the two enemies that now eluded her. She had made a promise to her pack. Most generally, she had sworn to protect Dahlia de Mai as its warrior. But most specifically, she had promised to protect the pups from the threat of Brennt and to protect her packmembers from the threat of Corvus. And Corvus had grown increasingly aggressive in his sadistic games. She had the burden of Ril’o’s death upon her shoulders, of the wounding of Slay and Tokyo, and Ezekiel and Onus as well. These attacks—she would stop them. That was her purpose now. The white orbs of the black she-wolf turned toward the heavens. The time was drawing near. She could feel it.
The pied Raven crawed thrice in the clouded heavens above, and the heavens answered with a distant, brooding thunder. The black ears pressed forward as she moved with that fluid grace through the forests near the city. She lingered here often because Brennt frequented here the most, and because Corvus had once been nearby. The woad bound maw lowered to the earth, sifting with that sensitive olfactory organ through the scents in the dampening air that grew cold with the threat of rain. The ambiguous time surrounded her, the sun neither bright nor dim, the shadows neither present nor absent. A mild hunger moved through her—she had not eaten as often as she should have, so indulged was she within her search. It was dangerous to allow such a thing to happen—she needed the strength in case she would happen upon them. For a moment, the warrior allowed herself to set aside her search and to search instead for a meal. And it was not long before she found a scent—it was fresh and warm with blood.
The warrior paused, her black, woad dipped tail lifting slightly as the white orbs scanned the area. She wondered who it was that had hunted here. And then she was moving again, the wind blowing the scent of the warrior and the scent of the one she now moved towards to the side. Her step was silent, slow and cautious as if she hunted. With her head lowered, she pushed through the trees and moved into the outskirts of the city in silence—and there! She had found him. The kill belonged to him and he devoured it still. While it was only a rabbit, the woman did not hesitate. He had attacked enough pups, and he had killed the pup from Phoenix Valley. That had been enough. Stepping forward, the warrior growled, those white eyes flickering with a quiet, but wild flame. The blue and black hackles rose along her nape and spine as her ears pressed forward. And that would be warning enough. This time, Cwmfen did not wait. She had waited and had given him enough warnings. The black, woad marked warrior lunged at him. With her strength renewed and her training carrying her far, the woman took a more direct approach to the attack. But she did not forget his superior size or strength.