Rawr! Maybe we can go a round or two before others jump in Noelle? 300+
The days were getting colder, and while patrolling the borders was becoming more unpleasant, it was still a duty that had to be done. Savina tended to spend a lot of her time during the cold moons in her optime form, when she could wear her scarf and coat, but walking around the whole of Crimson Dreams on two legs took exponentially longer than it did on four. The end of the day was coming and the Consul had almost finished. All that was left was to swing by the southern part of the territory along the beach and then to head back up to the mansion and snuggle up with her mate. Perhaps she would even make a fire in the main room. The thought of the warmth of the house was enough to make the Italian woman pick up her pace, lithe legs moving swiftly towards Riunione Beach.
There had been nothing on her patrols lately to cause concern so the sable lupine's mind was far from being on alert. As she neared the crashing sounds of the ocean however, a scent hit her nose that made her freeze in her tracks. Bear. The hair along the Dreamer's back stood on end and her heart was now pounding in her chest. Her mind flashed back to her last encounter with one of the large beasts. She remembered running and being sure she was not going to escape, but then her mother had distracted the bear and as it chased after her the rocks they were on gave way and her mother had fallen to her death.
Savina crouched low to the ground and approached with the utmost caution. It was slightly foolish to approach the larger predator on her own, but she did not wish to howl and alert it to her presence and she could not turn her back when there was such a danger in her pack. Soon she was able to see the hulking creature sitting on the beach and she had to deal with her fight or flight reflex. It was huge. She shouldn't go any closer to it, she should call for help, but the image of her mother flashed through her head. No, she wasn't going to let one of these things hurt or kill anyone else she loved. A snarl formed on her muzzle and her body began to change into her rarely used halfling form, the darkness in her subconsciousness stirring.
The Consul stepped bravely forward on large paws, her ebony fur bristled as her emerald eyes gleamed as if fueled by hot coals. A deep growl rumbled loudly in her chest. She charged forward at the bear before coming to a stop a couple yards away and snarling as menacingly as she could. Maybe she would be lucky and the bear would be scared off. Otherwise, she would resort to tooth and claw.
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