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Zee was wondering when she had smelt dogs. She couldn't say curiosity had drawn her closer. The wolf pack known by a name that was a flower, had accepted her. That didn't stop her from leaving their lands and move towards the smell of dogs. She wanted to see what they were if she could. Like she had started the mask was still intact and would stay that way for as long as she played the game. A delicate smile was on her youth filled face. Half german Shepherd half wolf she could easily be mistaken for either one. Her colors were of the german dog, but her body more resembled her mothers wolf line.
Gold eyes roamed over the land that smelled so strongly of those dogs. The smell of wolf here was almost non exsistant. This made her wonder what did take redidance here. Coyotes aroma lingered over the land like a spice. Zee sneezed as she paced the border. Her gold eyes shown with her excitment and her face showed the loveliness of her new nature. A new found energy made her bark slightly and bounce up in a playful manner. Still the widow lurked in the dark corner of the facade hunting out her prey, playing the game.
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@#$%&Anselm had been cutting through a slight depression in the land when the enthusiastic bark caught his attention. Rerouteing immediately, he briskly ascended the small knoll and peered down at the young girl prancing merrily about the borders down below. Initially his tail swung in hopeful recognition; could it be Talitha had come home? But nay, something didn't add up. The markings on her face were different, the scent was off, and she was too young. His tail's movements quickly dampened until the appendage was still as he considered the situation further. Her scent was largely neutral and even now, he was tempted to think her one of his cousin's children. But no, that didn't make sense either. This girl was maybe half as old as Ezekiel and Talitha, and it wouldn't have made sense for Gabriel to go off impregnating somebody else shortly after his litter had been born. Anselm was the one who blew through partners like most blew through meals; Gabriel was more of a family man than that. Furthermore, her muzzle was broad (at least for a female's) and her ears too proportionate; she didn't seem to be part coyote.
@#$%&Whoever she was, he didn't know what to make of her. As usual in these situations, he assumed the worst (how else could he be prepared for anything?). Advancing silently down the hill, his body language alone spoke volumes. His tail had raised, his gaze was directed straight at hers, and the long fur of his mane stood on end. As he drew nearer, details emerged from the blur of the big picture. Though he could have easily overlooked the faint scent of Dahlia that scarcely clung to her coat, he could never forget Haku's wretched stench that hung in the air around her like some kind of awful perfume. What game is this now? he wondered, eyes narrowing as his mind raced with a dozen fictional schemes Haku could have concocted. His paranoia lead him to jump to funny conclusions, sometimes; maybe that blue-eyed bastard had sent the lone male who desecrated their borders and now he was sending an unassuming spy!
@#$%&"State your name and business," he demanded simply, deep voice sounding loud and clear to make it obvious he was in no mood for nonsense. She was young, but she was old enough to know better--or so he hoped, anyway.
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Sam stopped her excited jumping and sat down at the border with her tail curled around her paws. She hadn't smelt people like her father since she had seen her father. Had her desision to be with the wolves been a rash one? No, she thought quickly, they were easy prey and the huntress loved to hunt upon them. So easily they were tricked and taken down. Her blood lust only went to the wolves, not the dogs no, her father had always been good to her, he'd just been a fool.
Her nostril flared as she caught the scent of an approaching contact. Her grin grew in size and her tail thumped the ground with more excitment. Gold eyes flicked over the area, pretending to not know where the scent was coming from. In all actuallity Samantha knew where it was coming from. Her ears perked when he came into her line of vision. Of course being new she knew little about pack rivalries.
When he had finally come close enough to speak to her she let a delicate female smile take over her features, much softer then the excited childish grin. His question was simple and cold, it either meant that was his personality or he didn't like what she presented. "I came because I smelt people like me." She said it with childish hope. Inside she was curious, but she had to hold the sweet childish mask for the sake of the hunt. Even if she wanted to drop it only for a second. Her gold eyes flicked over the male before her and her laid her ears back and let her big gold eyes open wider. "I haven't done anything to upset have I?" Not that I really care, she thought with a widows sneer. Though she had to admit he was a handsome male.
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@#$%&Anselm watched, initially amused by her clueless display. She looked this way and that--every which way but directly at him. Snorting softly to himself, he remained standing and his gaze roved over her several more times for verification purposes: it seemed like most of his initial impressions were correct. She flashed a convincing smile and offered a quick explanation, then asked what he found to be a ridiculous question. Wet behind the ears, was she? Her behaviour was exceedingly childish, even for a girl her age, and this rubbed him the wrong way. Obviously anyone who was lingering in Inferni's backyard without a purpose or contact within the clan was doing something wrong, and she had failed to comprehend he was the one asking questions here, not her.
@#$%&The red-eyed male still was uncertain about the girl and he kept a safe distance. "This clan is affiliated with coyotes," he said flatly after a pause. They had very little dog in them--it was more or less freak chance that Gabriel and his children resembled German Shepherds at all. Gabriel's father was pure wolf and Kaena was predominantly coyote. Somehow those genes had persisted and surfaced in those far removed generations, but for the most part, the nameless girl was just in the wrong spot. Eight of their fourteen had no dog at all; of the other six, the traits only really showed in a couple. "If you're looking for dogs you need to head in the exact opposite direction," he continued, hoping she'd make this easy for both of them and just... shoo.
@#$%&"Cour des Miracles. They're in the south and lead by a dog with several other hybrids like yourself in the ranks." Well, he only knew of one--Ruri--but he didn't mind embellishing a bit if it meant she would go away sooner.
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Samantha kept her giddy grin as her tail thumped the ground. She giggled as she sat there, letting the mast go further and further. It was a matter of believing it herself, letting the excitment she wanted to project be felt and then shown. The huntress inside was shifting with happiness at her sucsess so far. The male before her was clear headed it seemed, though probably as dense as all males. A sweet smile and soft words blinded all males, not that she had any intention to do anything to the male. She was genuinly curious if she could find someone like herself here.
When he did speak her ears dropped and she pouted. Coyotes he had said, it was something she would keep in mind for later. So no one here looked like her? It was something she was upset about, but wasn't really affected. Sam was about to speak when the male continued, his advice pricked a nerve. "I am no hybrid dear sir." Her voice had aged and become quite crisp and serious, seeing the break Sam grinned quickly to hide the widows face. "teehee"
Getting to her paws she let her tail wagg and her tall lean body move slightly. She had no intention of letting the widow be seen again, not while she was still hunting. "Guess I got excited for nothing. My bad." She laughed sheepishly her gold eyes averted in a sign of apology. Curiosity was killing her, but she would have to hold it in. Zee could see the slight hesitation in the male, that reluctance to trust. Not that she had anything bad in mind, but she didn't want her own pack to know who she really was...and what she was looking for.
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@#$%&It would be interesting to see how things may have been different if she were maybe a year or a year and a half older. The girl wasn't bad looking, but Anselm was seemingly one of the few with standards: he had no desire to bed with children. Any under a year of age were puppies; any between one and two were teenagers. Anselm wanted nothing of the drama that would come from sleeping with either age group--he wanted women that were mature enough to recognise the fleeting nature of his encounters and he wanted them to bring some more experience to the table.
@#$%&As things stood, however, he simply considered her the same as any other youth--more specifically, the same as any other youth that was not a part of Inferni or his immediate family: annoying. The ceaseless giggling was beginning to wear on his nerves, though his stony expression was unyielding. She spoke next and he snorted softly, incredulously--was her head that far up her own arse? While dogs technically were a subspecies of wolf, they'd grown soft and (in his mind) lesser than the wild wolves under the influence of man. Though the dogs today were several generations removed from their tender-footed ancestors, Anselm thought it was foolish to deny their differences. It didn't mean they weren't equal now--if the dogs had survived this long, they deserved as much credit as the next wolf. Separate but equal, much as Inferni was from the rest of the packs...
@#$%&She stood, and he sought to use this voluntary momentum of hers to carry her briskly away from Inferni territory. "Guess so," his low voice rumbled. "That being the case, if you require an escort away from here we can go now. Otherwise, good luck finding what you're looking for elsewhere." Whatever that was, seeing as she apparently didn't believe in hybrids. Either way, his message was quite clear: it was time for her to leave. Anselm didn't really question her intentions any more (as he had no reason to think otherwise), but that didn't make the antisocial, territorial hybrid want to deal with her any less. He was not Haku's babysitter.
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