Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

She hears the call, urgent and panicked, and Thuringwethil’s ears rush forward. The message is what has her attention, along with the scent of Wildfire in her path, that puts her feet into motion. The howl is unfamiliar to her but she knew the other packs in the area enough that the chances of it being a rival are high. It doesn’t slow her down, however, and when she catches sight of a flame of red not too far off, she chuffs her appearance as she swoops up next her—who isn’t there for long.

Soon, Thuringwethil finds what the commotion is about, as a crying calf shrieks in the distance and a wolf nearby she doesn’t recognize. A growl rolls in her throat and her eyes narrow, taking a long breath to try and find the scent of where he belongs but finds herself empty handed with the wind in the wrong direction. Her feet itching to hit the ground again, she puts forth her own call—urgent, should any of her own be in the area (@Dio, @Rebekka, @Hush, @Seregrýn, @Gluskap).

The dark leader hits the ground running in that moment, however, not for the prey the other wolf is after, and instead the actual wolf. His scent catches her nose then and a flash of anger catches her gaze as she charges and aims at the grotto wolf for the calf he protects.