Naniko is always in her optime form :]
She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good night's sleep. The urge for her magic white powder was lessening with each day, though her hunger for it remained, and that was helping quite a bit. She needed to get some kind of a routine down...perhaps that was part of her troubles. She often rose at a moment's notice to attend to one pack duty or another; a howl at the border, someone scratching at the entrance of her den wishing to speak to her. Did no one ever go to Teddy for things any more?
The already ill-tempered female was in as bad a mood as ever. She had met up with a friend to smoke more of the leafy drug that he grew in a greenhouse in the city, the drug that she had gotten from him in exchange for a night of pleasure. Such a thing was not considered immoral to the Angela; he'd had something that she had wanted, and she'd had something that he'd wanted. It'd been a fair trade and she had even made a friend out of the deal. It wasn't often that she made a friend these days.
She was on her way back into the packlands from Halifax when she first heard it, a sound that she recognized very well. There was a fight going on. She lifted her nose, testing the air. Yes, she could scent blood. She stood stock-still for a moment, ears turning this way and that, nose working to try and identify the direction that the sound and heavy scent were coming from. Her clawed fingers went to her poison-tipped dagger, her one sure defense. She'd taken a few lessons from Teddy in fighting, but she wasn't a pro at it by any means.
The large alabaster luperci turned toward the sound, beginning to jog. She wasn't wearing anything that would weigh her down, only her weapons-belt, and carried nothing in her hands. She'd smoked the supply of weed that she normally kept on herself for emergencies. The sound of crashing waves accompanied the scent of blood that hung in the air. Had one of her members been hurt? They were close enough to the border for her to wonder if any of her own had been involved in whatever tussle was going on.
The sight that met her eyes slightly confused her. She did not recognize the form that lay just out of reach of the rolling waves. It seemed as if the smell of blood was coming from this canine, though she could see no others in the area. Had they made their escape? She gave a long howl to alert Theodore and other members to the possible danger so that they might scout the lands, going toward the figure. She looked her over with a harsh gaze. Rewdeynetya hadn't trespassed, not as far as she could tell.
"Who did this to you, girl?" She could not begin to guess the other female's age, though it neared her own. "Where did they go?" It was only after she came nearer that she could see the extent of the loner's injuries. She gasped quietly, reaching out to try and lift one of the secui's front limbs so that she could see if there was any chest or throat damage and then thinking better of it. "Do you want my help?" If the loner wished to die, then she could offer that service as well. She would prefer to save a life if she could...but sometimes canines were too far gone to come back from certain injuries.
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