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A soft wind blew as Mala's sounds died down, and for a moment her honey eyes closed as she felt it brush past her grizzled body. Her form was massive since winter, and though she had yet to lose a lot of her stored fat and for her fur not to become so.. furry.. the scars on her body would forever remain. The marks on her back left leg were the most visible, but most importantly it served as a reminder to the large female not to assume certain things.
She had thought, all those nights ago, that because she had a good friend among the pack - she knew no one else. Everyone else saw what Mala herself could not, and for it her life was nearly drained right on the beach, the same beach that stood feet from her at present. As her malachite-tinted eyes opened into the dim sunlight, a voice in response to her call rang into her rounded ears. Even still, Malachi believed it was her intrusion that caused that large-scale attack, and not of who, or what, she was.
Large head swiveled towards the beach, where a shadow in the sand become apparent. The shaggy female knew who it was, then, but was more confused as to the sadness in the voice. Though she had confined herself in her cave for what seemed like moons, the female recognized the different calls of wolves. This female, whom Malachi only knew as the vicious one that first attacked her, and marked the brown female's back leg, was somehow sad. A large paw shuffled towards the edge of the beach, stepping onto the soft, warm blanket of grains. For a moment she hesitated, as if unsure if she could make another move, but the black female seemed to want her to come forward.
And Malachi would grant the black female leader's wish, as the chocolate and cream female finally took one shuffling step after another, leaving the safe forest behind and onto the open beach. She shivered as she slowly walked towards the female, still unsure if her resting position was just temporary - a trick - to get Mala to come closer for another attack. However, something told her this wasn't the case that very day, leaving heavy footprints behind as she drew near the female. Malachi stopped a few feet away from the resting female, her head hung low and her gaze at the sand. Subconsciously, her position was submissive towards the smaller sized female, but Malachi was in no position to try and anger the female once more.
"Kwe," she breathed out, her native tongue coming forth as a small greeting. "I-" Her cream colored muzzle opened to speak again, but only silence came out after the first word. Her throat felt tight, as if being suffocated, and she hoped dearly that the other would say something to break the tension.