I thought of every which way to get her involved, but this was what I came up with. ._.; Shi is so dense. +5

The young damsel found herself eating a handful of snow again - a sign that meant she had failed to wrap her claws around a red-backed vole. They were small, and where Shiloh stood in the short grass and snow that only raised up half an inch, it was clear that the female was going to need a different tactic. She'd be damned if she was going to hunt in her four-legged form again, someone would have to practically threaten her life for her to shift down.

Shiloh sat up and shook her head. With the vole gone, for now, the white female finally took note of her surroundings. She was far from the lake now, where she last took note of her location. But her hunger drove her further south, towards the sea, chasing several different voles just to nab a quick snack. It had become messier than it was to kill a small vole, though, with all the dirt and snow that became caked on her hands, muzzle, and all-around frame.

It became clear, in the female's cerulean eyes, that she was lost. At least, she didn't know where she was, Shiloh had never traveled these lands before. Around her, trees dotted the landscape, which was composed of rolling hills of soft white snow and frosty green grass. Standing up, now, she took the time to thoroughly clean herself of filth, though it wasn't the snow she minded as much as the dirt beneath it. "Hmph," she said to herself, her lips curling in a small pout. The growling in her stomach grew to new heights, though, and she rolled her eyes as if to complain to her hunger.

Her nose picked up the scent of the vole again, though, and immediately she hunkered down on her two legs, trying to see if she could see it at eye level. No matter how classy or pristine the female was, hunting was a sense she wanted to fight, but couldn't. It was a messy job, and unless someone was there to cook for her (much to her dismay), or if she had the means to start a fire herself, it would've made it more tolerable.
Shi caught sight of the little creature scuttling across a thin sheet of snow, and she darted after it. Her legs pumped with a fresh burst of speed as she ran for it, her cloak billowing behind her, eyes following the creature as it darted behind a large tree. Shiloh had poised herself to make a jump for it, but what she saw instead made her gasp and almost instantly throw up a lunch that never was.

The feet and tail of what looked like a wolf hung lazily from a tree branch. Though she couldn't really see much else behind the snow-caked leaves, the damsel was shocked. They didn't move, at least from where she could see them, and so Shi immediately thought there was a body, possibly dead, up in the tree. All the white female could manage was a scream, but it was cut short as a small gust of cold wind whipped through the hills, and it, too, took Shiloh by surprise. Wrapping her cloak tighter around herself, she shivered, though it wasn't just the cold that caused it. "Oh no, oh goodness.. oh.." She mumbled, not really believing what she was seeing before her eyes. Had anything actually been in the female's stomach, it would have been tossed up then and there.

+3. Now this post screamed Shiloh. XD

The young female found herself pacing back and forth on the snow-covered ground, running hands through her hair in worry. What if someone saw her out there with the body hanging from the tree? She'd be called a murderer, despite her extreme need for being proper and being clean. Would that have only caused one to suspect her more, to make a clean get-away? Shiloh uttered small sounds of distress, but it never occurred to her to even get closer to the tree, to have seen what was really there.

Then the body suddenly fell from the tree, fully intact and.. alive! "Ahhh!" She screamed into the frost-bitten air, and the young female tripped over herself and fell to the ground, hard, in complete shock. Her eyes were wide in her head, her mouth slightly agape. There was an actual wolf in the tree, and he had scared her into thinking that he was dead! Her limbs were strewn about the earth, still looking on in complete and utter surprise.

Either Shiloh did not notice or seem to care that the wolf before her took a fall, and had possibly injured himself, but the white female found her voice. "How dare you scare me like that!" She said, blaming the stranger for her judgment. Shiloh moved her head to swing hair out of her face, though it only returned much to her dismay. "Made me think that there was somebody dead up there," she mumbled to him as she began to sit up, wiping snow that caked on her upper arms and chest. She looked at him with slight irritation, and fire in her eyes. "Well? Aren't you going to help me up?" Shiloh said, with complete seriousness in her voice. Never mind that he was still struggling to get up on his own two feet, but in her mind he felt as if he had to redeem himself, even though this encounter between them was their first.

;D +3

The young damsel sat in the snow, fully expected to be helped up. What happened, however, caused her face to twist into shock, and a 'How dare I?' kind of look. She sneered at the male before her, suddenly, when he heard his words about broken bones. The female glanced at him, then the tree behind him, and settled back onto him again. "Hmph! Well excuse me for thinking you looked like someone strong enough not to break a limb from a small fall like that." Shiloh spoke with irritation in her voice, one cream-colored ear twitching with the same emotions that flashed through her cerulean eyes. Truthfully, she didn't know how hard or how high he had fallen from, but she wasn't going to question that now.

Not only did this male get sarcastic with her, but then the next few words that he spat were rude, uncalled for, and downright insulting! Shiloh's face became an expressive pout, narrowing her eyes slightly at the male in front of her, who then stood up and didn't look like he was going to move at all to help her. Hmph! Men. "Yeesh, you're certainly no gentleman.." Shi mumbled under her breath, letting her thoughts disappear into the frosty air instead of letting him hear it.

But knowing now that this male wasn't going to assist her at all, much to her dismay, Shiloh got up on her own two feet again. Like the male had done not moments, she too began to brush off ice that clumped in her fur, now in no rush. The female listened to the male's question, irritably, but didn't look up at him as she took extreme car to brush just about every damn little snowflake off of her. When she was through, she tightened the cloak around her once again, taking great care to fixing her hair.

Shiloh didn't say anything for a few moments after the male asked, no.. demanded, who she was, and when she looked at him, there was a fire in her sparkling blue eyes. "As if someone like you even deserves a proper response," she said instead of answering his question. "If anything, you should be telling me who you are, first. After all, you did just drop in on me." Shiloh smirked, enjoying her little joke for just a moment. Her actions mimicked the male's before her, as she too crossed her arms, awaiting a response.

533 words. This somehow reminds me of a little boy who bullies a little girl. XDD

Her cream-colored ears twitched irritably, completely annoyed at this... not-gentleman male before her. He was the one who dropped in on her! And then didn't even offer to help her up, or apologize for scaring the living daylights out of her. Honestly, Shiloh wanted to know where this male was from, so she could... well... complain to someone about his behavior. She thought she scented several wolves on him, indicating he belonged in a pack someplace. This.. boy, had no right to be rude to her, and that was that.

Cerulean eyes widened in surprise as the male from a few feet away howled with laughter, which only caused the damsel's cheeks to grow redder with frustration. What he said about her not being a lady, however, completely set the white female off. Silently, her body shaking with rage, she watched as the male bullied her by hiding his face behind his hands and then opening them and looking around, like a game one would play with a pup. She sucked in a sharp breath, the air quite cold and stinging her throat, but when she barked her rebuttal, every inch of her felt hot with anger.

"I am Shiloh Dawnbringer, of the Stormbringer family! And I'll have you know that I have more class than you ever will in one claw!" She huffed, and nodded towards him as she finished off her bitter words, cerulean eyes ablaze as Shiloh stared daggers at him. The coat around her tightened as her arms crossed her fluffy white chest, her lips drawn thin upon her perfectly-groomed face. She hadn't met this stranger for but a few moments and already she was tired of his stupid voice, his stupid face, and his stupid, stupid.. head.

"Silvano," she briefly heard him say. Her eyes were now downcast in the light, fluffy snow that built up around her, having replaced what she shuffled around in her fall. Shiloh sighed loudly, through her nose, wrapping her hands around her coat as she noticed the light snow falling around her. She knew she had to calm down, a lady wasn't supposed to get angry and lose control. Her eyes were narrowed for a moment, then the fire in them relaxed, and so did the rest of her body follow. White shoulders, once tense, slumped down, knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere by arguing. Besides, it was childish, which Shi was no longer.

Lifting her muzzle back up, she stared at Silvano with a neutral expression, that conveyed neither hostility nor a happy-to-meet you look. Shiloh nodded, habitually pushing a lock of cream hair behind a same-colored ear. Clearing her throat, the young white female decided to be brave, as if doing something she didn't want to do, and took a step forward, her hand extended. "Charmed," was all she was able to say, her mind still running with what occurred not moments before. But if she weren't a lady, she wouldn't have settled it like one, and somehow she felt determined to prove this young male. Though she didn't have to whatsoever, in the back of her mind she wanted to hear that wonderful 'you proved me wrong' statement.