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Light shone down from the orb in the heavens above, casting the lands in a silver glow. It always seemed to be snowing in the mountains of Anathema and this night was no exception; it drifted down in little clumps, collecting on the back of the female as she walked. Breath misted in front of her, coming in even flows; she was in no hurry to get where she was going on this quiet night. The borders weren’t going anywhere.
She walked on two legs on this night, feet making deep imprints in the foot of snow that layered the ground. Naniko had recently claimed more land on the Southern edge of her territory to create a buffer zone between Anathema and the rest of the world, and she’d acquired herself a few new sub-territories in the process. She was on the verge of claiming Dawn’s Breath, if they gained a few more pack members, but had taken all of the foothills.
A light fog was settling over the area, making it a little harder for her to see as she went. A peculiar scent was making its way toward the female, drifting along on the breeze. Her ears went up, jade eyes shooting this way and that, looking for the figure that she could not yet see. She emerged from the mist and turned her head back and forth, searching for the source of the unfamiliar scent. She wasn’t too far from her denning area, so the scent was a concern to her.
Naniko had remembered to bring her weapons belt with her, as thin as it was; all that it housed was three daggers and a small pouch, which was filled with a fishing line and hook, fire-making supplies, and a few emergency packets of her drug of choice. She would be set for the night if she ever got snowed in somewhere. Two of her daggers were poison-tipped, an advantage to the female; she didn’t have a lot of fighting experience, having been a healer in Crimson Dreams in the past, and it made her feel more secure to have those types of daggers along.
The tall female caught sight of the other without much more walking. He was a big one, wasn’t he; her eyes widened in surprise at the size of the male that stood before her, her fur standing on end as she took a step nearer. She wouldn’t have a chance against someone of his size; he was as large as she was, if not bigger. Naniko was one of the largest wolves in her pack, tipping the scales with her height, and she didn’t often meet wolves who could be an even match to her stature.
”You have business here?” She called, still standing a good distance away. Naniko was wary of this wolf because of his size and his odd hat; the twisted horns on it freaked her out a little. Had he killed whatever animal those had come from? She kept her voice steady, though, head high and tail still. ”These lands belong to the Anathema pack.”