Her creamy tail waved from side to side with pleasure, at least this wolfess had enough sense to heed her warning. She was not a scout, nor a fighter, no, but she was part of this pack and had heard many stories. All of which, happened to be backed up by the skulls marking their border. The snowy angel followed the darker, blood tinged youth happily. The sun warmed her back, and she smiled. Maybe it was youthful innocence, somewhat foolish, but maybe this was how she would meet people, friends and enemies alike. Her existence in the pack had been short, yet she had expected something filled with so much scent and activity that she would have made a bigger impact by now, met more like her and established more relationships. Most of her relationships forged, good and bad had been outside packlands. This, was disappointing.
Maybe Inferni wasn't right for the youth. She glanced back at her packlands and shook her head, disgusted with the thought as soon as it entered her pretty little head. Inferni was chalk full of her kind, and she wanted, yearned to be a part of something so magnificent, so utterly her. Maybe the youth would seek out her leader, the one she had pledged loyalty to but still remained a smoking shadow in her mind, a name with no face. Her mind was brought back by the question asked by the alabaster female behind her, and while still prancing about she replied. " My name, is Emmanuelle Brenna. You can call me Emma or Ems for short, if you like. What is your name? " She answered, and questioned back. The white female didn't answer just then, choosing to chase after the inky body of one in flight, a crow. Dropping down into a play bow, she watched in excitement.
A game! How wonderful! Hunters instinct took over and she lept into the air, in typical coyote fashion and soared through it, close to flying as one with four legs could get. The wind rustled through her rust and silver streaked pelt from her few moments in flight and gravity came about, bringing Emmanuelle to the ground directly in front of the female. A snarl erupted from her muzzle, a fearsome sound that Emma had only heard a few times before from herself, and nary a moment after her creamy paws touched the cold dirt she was off, speeding through the tall grasses after the bird. Her intention wasn't exactly to catch and kill, but she pretended it was anyways, more fun that way. The bird squawked in displeasure at being chased, and it's little brain took to flight as it's safety. Her hunters brain cold and calculating, saw the birds muscles bunch up and at the moment it took off so did she, the bird getting barely a few feet into the air before milky white jaws snapped at it's tail feathers.
Deliberately missing, she landed back on the ground with black feathers in her maw, and the youth turned around and looked for the white female, wondering if she had gave chase as well. Emma looked ridiculous, inky feathers hanging from her teeth and a few on the top of her head.
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