M - Losing my Religion

[Aislin de la Croix]

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Dainty paws fell silently onto the earth as the girl made a conscious effort in stepping on the soft pads of her paws to negate the sound of the clicks that her claws would make across the ground. After quite a large meal from the previous day her belly was still quite full and she felt no need to hunt this morning. That left her with nothing else to do, but explore. This place was quite strange, filled with so many packs in one area, all of them wolves except for one pack which seemed to be made up mostly of coyotes and hybrids. This had been the reason this area had become her current haunt. Of course, she attempted to remain hidden and had yet to show herself to anyone except the male that came from that coyote pack.

Aislin had been stupid, and she cursed herself for letting the male find her in such a vulnerable state. She should have taken her food elsewhere to hide in a small cave and eat so she would not be found. The smell of the blood had forced her into a frenzy though - a kind of high that she had come off of a few minutes after she had filled her belly. The girl had secretly enjoyed the company although she would never admit that to herself or anyone else in hopes of remaining like a ghost upon the lands.

The girl arched her back in a cat-like fashion before stretching out her legs as she stretched forward allowing her back legs to drag behind on the ground before she stood up again. She had been about to go for a stroll when a strange scent tickled her nose. It was a pack wolf, but she realized - with a quick inhale - that this male had a strange scent mixed in. Something that screamed not full wolf. She was not sure what it was or if it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but she was curious and so she set off - quite quietly - to find this creature roaming her area.

With the amount of sound he was making from the brittle leaves it was not hard to track the male by sound which allowed her to use her nose to make sure nobody else was in the area. Crimson eyes caught sight of the strangest thing which caused her to squint in confusion as she took in the colouration as well as the pattern of the strange brute before her. She cocked her ears as she watched him curiously from behind watching his movements as he padded through the dampwoods. After a small fight with her instincts about staying hidden, her curiosity finally won the battle and she pressed forwards, peering out from behind a bush to get a better look.

"What are you? she asked with a tinge of confusion in her soft voice. Aislin forced herself to sound pleasant enough as her alabaster paws picked their way out easily from the bush and emerging into the small clearing the boy was passing through. Now that she could see him better she could tell he was not much older than she. The woman carried herself in a royal manner as she padded up to his side, giving him another once over - and quite liking what she saw - before taking a step back to await an answer.