Millions of years, where it all began
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(316) Salvia can be wounded on her left hind leg, right foreleg, and her ear can be notched. Light wounds are okay; she's in her Secui form and her pelt is equally thick, so no serious damage elsewhere would occur. Her attack is focused on Terra so Gunnar can focus on Es.
As a note, Sirius has howled to announce the other attack. Salvia's "roar" is similar to the sound he produced, so the pack would have heard it.


Salvia often was to be found around the horses; before dawn, especially. She fed them the blend of gathered grass and dried fruits and nuts that kept them fat during winter. Some were given more attention than others; Horse was beginning to show, and she was fairly certain the skinnier mares would as well. They would be able to eat before she took the sheep out, which would be done once they too had been looked over. As she groomed Misty, untangling her tail, the horse lifted her head sharply. While she did not make a sound, the fear-scent began to billow from her—and her feet shifted irritably. The girl rose and above the strong scent of horses found the source of her concern; wolf. Wolf not of Salsola.

The blonde slipped out of the stall, still hidden within the confines of the barn. She rose her dark nose, nostrils flaring, and confirmed two strangers. Fury boiled into her blood. A fire began to course through her veins, and this fire rolled through her body and changed her. A sleek body grew compact, heavy, and she fell to all fours. Muscles grew immeasurably; her hair darkened severely, black spilling out along her shoulders and down the length of her back. Ears rose to a sharp grown. Green eyes sharpened, pupils dilating as they would if she hunted prey; her claws extended into the compact earth of the barn.

There was no warning because there was no time. Salvia flew out of the barn, rushing towards the yet unknown assailants. A bellowing roar escaped her, a sound not unlike the one that echoed through the land, and the two-hundred pound tiger found them. She threw herself towards the skinny, coyote-looking woman. Bared teeth snapped wildly. By weight alone she sought to overwhelm her, though the momentum and speed of this attack would be hard to avoid.


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