Vesper
Word Count :: 427
Lupus form also.
The activities of the northern packs was of interest to Vesper, and though she had recently visited the infant pack New Dawn and her friends’ Ichika no Ho-en, she had yet to venture east across the mountain toward Anathema. She had heard negative rumors about their cave-dwelling neighbors, though she’d yet to truly meet a wolf from there to know. To imagine a pack more morally corrupt than Salsola was nigh impossible, so she believed that they were just misguided; Noir—Tayui, whatever—had not harped on their sins as much as she had the Thistle Kingdom. Perhaps Anathema was just dark; dark she could deal with—especially as darkness was only a perception. Fools believed themselves dark when they were nothing more than infants; she knew because she had been among the arrogant whelps herself.
She shook her head lightly then padded on through the snow, paws falling lightly on the cold white layer to the squishy pine needles underneath. The scent of the mixed forest danced in her senses, and she paused for a moment to take a deep breath and swivel her ears to get her bearings. She knew the Dampwoods almost like the back of her paw; the borders weren’t too far by this point.
The fresh trail of a chipmunk piqued her interest, and she trotted forward with a characteristically coyote gait. She wasn’t quite hungry, but a mouthful of small prey might stave off any hunger she encountered before she headed back to Inferni with whatever information she happened to gather.
The tawny female paused, blinking, when the prey-smell mingled with the odor of another luperci: male, wolf. Her ears tilted back, and she quickly moved amongst the trees, her brownish patchwork coat mingling with the brush and shadows and snow. She was by no means invisible, but she moved quietly enough, and when she at last spotted the wolf, he was preoccupied with pouncing on the chipmunk she’d scented.
Vesper narrowed her eyes, tilting her head slightly with curiosity when the male released the tiny creature. She couldn’t say she’d never played with food before, but now that she had a clan to supply, it seemed pointless. She rolled her shoulders and set foot after the large black wolf as he walked east toward her own destination, purposefully setting her paw on a twig so that he would be alerted to her presence. She didn’t recognize the set of his muscular shoulders or his loner’s scent, and new faces always brought new information—something she might be able to use.
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