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Salvia Eternity · 08-21-2012, 11:08 AM

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Though the memory was still fresh of her supposed battle for power, Salvia hardly felt or believed that she would be long remembered for overthrowing a sick woman. Eris would be changed by time, as would the circumstances surrounding her acquisition of rank. It was something that Salvia believed would come as the memory faded, like smoke surrounding a fire, and slowly choke the truth from it. Already the memory of Boreas, and of the lives lost, were fading and healing over with thick, knotted scar tissue.

Silent, secret commands gave wide berth for the three hunters. Salvia often hunted with other wolves, though this was sometimes not of her own lead—when Sirius joined her she deferred to him, though her skills were quickly amounting to meet his own. Only age made her lack, and this was merely in experience. Her body knew what to do long before her mind had slowed to announce this, and the black-brushed back of an otherwise tawny pelt dropped to a slow, practiced stalk.

On one side of her the cat took another of these silent messages and circled wide. This allowed them to form a wide, loose triangle around the buck, which had stopped at what Salvia imagined was a tempting bush. She had never imagined her prey as capable of emotions such as joy or loss, but she did note the plants and areas that they frequented. In her un-romanticized view of the world lesser beasts functioned only on set patterns of behavior. They had no thought, no worth beyond meat.

Salvia urged the triangle tighter. They would need to be close to ensure the wounded animal had no chance of escape.

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