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Naniko is in her optime form :]
They were a hidden bunch of canines, most of the pack keeping to the cave system rather than braving the harshness of the outside world. In the winter the caves would be a blessing, providing them a heated area to hide away from the snow and ice that would cover the majority of the mountainside early in the season. At their elevated status, the canines of Anathema were sure to get a nice bout of snow a few weeks earlier than the rest of the packs that lived on their peninsula. Naniko did not mind the cold and the ice, and welcomed the change in temperature. Even now she could feel a slight edge to the wind, a bitterness that made her shiver in anticipation for the cooler winds that would come as the month progressed.
A call for assistance caught her attention as she padded along the border, and her head turned immediately in the direction of the howl. Someone wanted her nearby. The female turned and began to jog toward the area from which it had originated, two legs pumping evenly as she kept to the beaten path that wound through the forest in the direction of the border. She was interested to see who had called for her and what they wanted. She couldn't be in all places at once, and it took her around fifteen minutes to get from where she had previously been standing to the area that the two stood in at the border.
"Hello" She said, approaching with caution. The Angela was armed with an axe, a few daggers, and her ceremonial dagger...but there were two of them. The fact that the male had howled made her wonder if their intentions weren't as sinister as she suspected; someone seeking to spy or harm the pack would have just come in rather than stopping and howling for the attention of a pack member. She stood a few yards away, crossing her arms. "I am Naniko D'Angelo, the leader here. What business do the two of you have at the borders of Anathema?" She asked the male.