She had fallen silent for most of the days following her threat to Ragnar. She was still in the Ridge, lurking, but she hadn’t made much sound. Speaking to Kennedy for a few minutes gave her a refreshed hate for all wolves. It was time for her to wreak havoc amongst her fellow living beings. Her newest victim was a sickly hare. Catching the chocolate hare was one of the easiest things she ever did. It practically placed itself on dinner plate for her and dressed itself in condiments and added a silver spoon for the finishing touch. The chase lasted no more than a few seconds. Finish him! The chocolate female added a finishing death blow to the hare’s soft neck. Fatality.
Diluculo ate the hare like she had always eaten. Take a huge bite from the creature; inside her mouth she would slowly pick all the meat off the bones. Once she was finished she would spew out the bones and then chew those until time passed neatly by her.
that mortal kombat reference though >.>
Alone was getting along fine in her newfound pack. She wasn't close with many just yet, but she felt more at home than she had in ages.
The master tracker followed a trail of paw prints easily. Her mind going haywire. Scent was female, tracks were small: small female. A dark tuft of winter shed on the ground: dark furred small female.
She came upon the suspect eating her way into a rabbit. The silver wolf stepped forward and dipped her head in silent greeting.
New wolves had joined the Ridge after the chocolate female's sudden appearance. Their fresh scents mingled with the old scents of her pack mates. When a pretty female came near the midnight pelted wolf she assumed it was one of these new wolves. The silver wolf bowed her head in greeting.
Directing her attention back to the bones Diluculo began to gnaw on them. After a few seconds she rose from her position on the soft dirt and spoke. "I am Diluculo, and you are?"
"Ye may call me Aine, Miss Diluculo." The paler female said in her guttural, Irish accented voice. She was inwardly pleased with herself. It was indeed a small, dark-furred female. Honing her tracking would be the best way to help this pack with her abilities. It stood a chance for her to be an outrider of some sort, if she wasn't faster. Maybe her ability to follow the faintest of trails would make up for that.
"I jus' happened te be passin' by when I saw yer tracks, an' came by te say 'Ello."
Diluculo is such an ass, forgive me.
The midnight pelted she wolf nodded her head. It was hard understanding the harsher toungue of the foreign female. Being the bitchy wolf she was Diluculo chose to point it out.
"You're harder to understand than a dying elk with his head bitten off on a midsummer's day." Dilcuulo spoke gruffly. In all honesty the silver she wolf want hard to understand, Diluculo just enjoyed making others feel bad about themselves.
Amine rolled her eyes and retorted.
"And yer harder to get along with than an angry snake."
Despite her angry retort, her eyes held a hint of mischief, and a hint of admiration.
The chocolate she wolf had always gotten mixture of reactions towards her petty attempts at insults. From playfulness to anger to just not caring she enjoyed testing each wolf she came across. This silver female rolled her eyes and spoke quickly, striking like a rattlesnake in the dry arid desert. Her eyes held a glint of playfulness and maybe a little bit of admiration for the chocolate she wolf.
"Id rather be a pissed off snake than an elk with no head." Diluculo retorted, striking just as fast as the silver wolf did. The chocolate female spoke more lighthearted than she had before. This female was curious to her.
"Touché." she chuckled. "An elk with no head couldn't eat or speak, and lead a miserable life. And yet... An angry snake leads a life of grief, alone to wander, untrusted by many simply because she acts in defense."
She looked at Diluculo. Smiling in an almost sad way. She knew a wolf would never just naturally be unfriendly. A wolf was twisted into a cold-hearted figure because of the way thy were treated, not the way they chose to be.
Diluculo chuckled as the female continued on with her petty predictions and fortune telling. "But the viper isn't bothered by simple animals, unless they want to be injuried." The ebony female alluded softly.