I wasn't his shooting star

[Astraevia]

Anyone? I'm just trying to get into character...

The young wolf's heart soared as she awoke that morning, lifting her dark masked face to turn towards the sunrise. The day was starting, the birds were singing. The cocoa girl stretched her four-legged body, giving lean muscles a bit of relief after laying dormant for the entire warm night. Atraevia softly yawned, opening a scarred muzzle filled with jagged ivory teeth. The open area she had chosen to make her own, had provided a rather nice place to sleep. Emeraldish eyes gazed off towards the mountains, this was her home. For now at least. Although driven from her lands, nothing could dampen the spirits of the fighter that day. 

Standing, the silken female rose from her spot, dark fluffy tail swishing behind her hindquarters. The sky still was splashed a colorful luminance, giving a soft orange and cherry reflection upon the chocolate body of the young vixen. The scent of prey was not far, rabbits were a bounty and deer were rather prominent in the area. Or so it seemed to the trained wolf. Slim legs pushed her forward, green eyes wide in the search, even her half ear pushed high atop her slim cranium. Atraevia kept firmly and focused on the scent of a doe, believing the stupid creature was scatter-minded enough in the season of spring, dough-brained in the search to find a mate that it wouldn't see the shadowy female slipping among the darker lush foliage. Pssh, males. Who seriously needed them?

And that was when she saw it. Warm buttery eyes, and a regal stance. It grazed upon the earth as if nothing would come by and snatch the life out of it. Jade eyes studied the creature for a moment, and there was her chance. The sleek mixed breed sprang. Momentum caught her, cushioning Astraevia as she flew through the air. The pear-shaped ears of the deer flew towards the sky, trying so hard to bound away. Unfortunately, it couldn't very well. The muscled weight of the wolf was too much. Things weren't too great for the hunter however, her grip was slipping and her force losing. Soon, she slipped away from the bleeding doe, a sharp hoof heading towards her face. It missed her eyes, but caught her sharply in the muzzle. A yelp flew into the air, the canine reeling back. The meal for the morning was ruined, and her face was a river of blood. Stars flew before her vivid eyes, tears burning. Dazedly, Astraevia retreated towards the trees. As she flopped upon the ground, the unshifted girl placed her dark paws over her face, in pain and away from help. Not knowing a thing about herbs, and ways of healing, the girl had to sit and wait for her wound to clot. Tears stinging, Astraevia reminisced on ever loss in a fight, and the inability to impress her own father. 

[Terra]

The mischievous coyote had noticed the hunt. Never one to pass up a potential easy meal she halted, standing by to watch how it went. Her tail swished as the clearly strong female approached the deer. A pounce, and the wolf fell short. Disappointing. So much for getting something the easy way. Well, there would be other times. The deer bounded away, Terra watching hungrily. Her eyes remained on the trail for a second, noting the blood marking along the way before stepping down. I thought you would have done better than that. A nice strong wolf, able to take down a deer on her own. What went wrong there?

Her tail wagged, clearly relaxed in the presence of another. Underneath that pretense her muscles were ready to send her out of reach. Terra might act cocky, but she knew her limits. She wasn't strong by any means, far too small and lithe for that. She looked at the strike on the muzzle, not too deeply interested in it. Terra had been hurt before, and even if she wasn't a medical wolf Terra could recognize cuts that would heal without scarring. That one would be just fine. It's just one deer. I'm sure you can find another. There's a whole herd upstream. Alright, Terra wasn't really sure of that, just lying to stop the crying so she could work on getting a free meal. If it worked, it worked though, right?

[Astraevia]

Bria! Guessss whattt? She's gonna join ND....THARIN AND HER CAN BE FRANDSSS

The tears held no feeling, or anguish or even sadness for her failure. But the sting, as much as the young female could help it, was tearing up those beautiful jades. It pissed her off some, to see her meal for the morning was lost. So alright, maybe the sinewy canine could have waited until her muscles had been awaken, not so lost in the drowsy haze from the not so long ago sleep. Her torn ears pressed back as an unfamiliar voice brought her from the silence and solitude of the morning. The feminine voice was doting, and arrogant was the female. And do you think you could've done better? A snicker fell from the silken voice of the fighter, tail swishing lightheartedly behind her haunches. Her emerald gaze held on the other, a thinnish coyote with a bit of a too-big ego for the wolf's tolerance. Well...It shouldn't be that bad. Perhaps it was just a battle for dominance, or a reason to place herself higher than the coyote. Still, a touch of sociality and friendliness couldn't hurt.  

The cut still stung, and the river of blood has seemed to quell. The unneeded tears stopped, hating to think that this stranger had happened to come across her crying. Astraevia couldn't remember the last little sorrow-fit she had had in a long time, not even when she had been rejected by her father. An outcast in her own family, the runt. She had made herself much more than that, a fighter. A dominator. Even a victor. Placing herself as a victim would be completely wrong. The pretty face turned towards the other, however scarred. These were marks of beauty. Of battle, a reason to say that she could take care of herself. Until now, Astraevia hadn't lost. A herd you say? The mask of dark brown turned into an expression of skepticism, lifting a paw to press lightly over the cut. It wouldn't scar as badly as the one on her face, hopefully. 

The girl was almost ready to call the coyote's bluff, to challenge that little statement. But her belly rumbled and broiled, any meal was a meal. Any as good as another. Awkward for a moment, the mixed canine snorted quietly. Name's Astraevia...But Rae's fine. There it was again, her belly growling like a mad beast within her, as the coywolf's ears pressed back towards her skull. Maybe we can catch a meal together, split it.

[Terra]

Yay!

Terra's tail wagged behind her, jaw dropped in a mocking grin as the other spoke. The wolf might be a warrior, but that didn't change the fact that the meal had gotten away. She laughed at the wolf's words, uncaring about the attempted attack. Does it really matter? The deer still got away. Even if I'd been the one hunting, there's no kill to eat. Terra moved around placidly, ears twitching sharply in case others came in to intrude. There was no pack scent on this one, but that didn't mean there weren't others nearby. Blood had been drawn, and predators would come to investigate. She was certainly interested in chasing down the injured deer. Even with poor hunting skills Terra thought she'd be able to take it down now.

A complete mask of innocence remained on the coyote's face as her bluff was questioned. She nodded thoughtfully. Not a large one, but definitely a herd. You could get a meal out of it. And by extension, she could get a meal. Terra managed not to snort as the wolf's stomach rumbled, keeping outright laughter from crossing out. Looked like this mighty warrior hadn't been eating well. I'm Fleta. With the two of us I'm sure the deer can't escape. Her tail wagged boldly. She might be weak on her own, but partner her up with someone and prey didn't stand a chance. Moving over to where the blood ran through Terra sniffed at it. Not too deep, but enough to leave a trail. She glanced back at Rae, waiting to see if she would follow.