why are you so scared?you stand there shaking by your pew, the icons are whispering to you
Word Count → 343 :: uh, I just did this to be dramatic. ; ; it can be up to you if the canine even spots Axatia, or if its a wolf, coyote, hybrid, etc. its just something to make this thread more suspenseful ~
Sparrow followed the young hybrid as she walked ahead, flanking her right side a couple of yards away. She was glad that her mottled coat helped her in this situation, while her Inferni companion had to stay even closer to the ground, regrettable. Like Ataxia, the dark female wished to sink claws into the Boreas, but, when no signs showed of the presence, became rather annoyed.
“I don’t think there’s anyone out here,” Chryses remarked to Sparrow quietly, too soft for the Salsolans to hear but sharp enough in tone to cut the other woman. The Praeses glanced down at the ground, knowing that she knew that it was her idea to search somewhere near the mountains. She assumed that the wolves would want to hide up in the rocky outcrops, or at least at their base, because it had seemed reasonable enough at the time it was decided when the patrols were picked where to go. But, it was beginning to seem like a wild goose chase like the Auberon thought it was.
Doubt beginning to feel Sparrow, she saw the young girl turn around, and both coyotes gave a turn of their head to show that nothing was out of place. The mottled female sped up her pace a bit, to tell the gray figure that perhaps they should turn around and report back to their leaders, when a breeze rolled gently through the grassed area.
She froze when she detected canine on the wind, and hissed for Chryses to stop, though there was no need; she too scented the canine when the shy female did, and pressed lower to the ground, a snarl echoing deep in her throat. She did not know if this canine was even wolf, not taking the time to identify it further, but she did not want to risk sight by remaining above the grass any longer. She held in her breath, and with ears pinned hard against her head, peered ever so slightly above the line of the grass to watch Ataxia, to see what she would do.
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except their balding spots are glistening with gold
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