The day had been an eventless one, with the woman slithering along the pack borders in some prancing pursuit to chase out any unwanted guests. Her stallion’s hooves gently clinked against the ground as he pranced along far than somewhat confident about his purpose on patrol. The woman’s ears lifted up off her sleek black velvet hair to catch the howl of a strange creature, while her equine was already in pursuit of the direction in which it had come. Their speed had trebled in moments but of course it had only took them moments to get there and her arrival on the scene was far from sly. She was always on call, if you could call it that of course, always scouring or searching for something in one form or another. Her ears flattened dimly to her skull as she approached in a hefty and rampageous manner.
Wolf. Her past sparring partner was present also, and the woman offered her pack mate her acknowledgement. ”Aeron” she nodded to her in a plain, un-dominating tone – suggestive that she could handle it. Her eyes then fell on the wolf, lingering behind the highly visual border. Her stallion skidded to a halt, placing his body on a side angle and inkling towards the border in a prance, rearing on his haunches every so often in a demonic display of power. ”State your business, wolf.” she snapped, in a rude and unforgiving manner, the equine of whom was carrying her twisting his expression into a deathly grimace towards the pale creature. There was no tolerance for trespassers in inferni; any who dared to cross the path of skulls would have their fate sealed indefinately.
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